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Gao Guang slowly bent down and picked up the handgun he had dropped on the ground, wiped the dust off it, and put the gun back into its holster.
Looking again at Salah's corpse, Gao Guang became silent for a moment, and then he took out the satellite phone.
The call with Smith was still ongoing; it had not been disconnected.
"Hello, hello, are you okay? Speak."
Gao Guang held the phone to his ear and whispered, "Mr. Smith, I'm alright..."
Sure, he was fine, and the merchandise was fine too, but that was hardly a consolation.
Gao Guang was fuming with anger.
Smith paused for a moment, then let out a sigh, "What happened?"
"Morris killed my buyer and my intermediary, Salah, and stole the one hundred million US dollars that the buyer had brought. He spared me and my people. That's about it."
Smith fell silent. He remained silent for quite a while before saying, "That is Morris' style. He... he leaves you speechless."