Black Mamba didn't turn back.
"Tell them, no rush. Wait for Europeans to get themselves into chaos; weapons will be more valuable."
What he didn't say was: Weapons were never the goal. The goal was to make Europe chaotic enough so that police and intelligence agencies from various countries were fighting their own battles, unable to communicate with each other. When they were all preoccupied with local street shootouts and drug proliferation, his "Black Pearl" could flow through those cracks into every corner.
Hendrick stepped out from the shadows, standing behind him.
"In Marseille, Samir has received the goods."
Black Mamba nodded.
"What about Italy?"
"Camorra accepted it, Entrangata accepted it, Cosa Nostra—still hesitating."
"They'll take it," Black Mamba said, "Once they see that 'Black Pearl' on their rival's turf is selling 40% cheaper, they'll take it."
Hendrick was silent for a few seconds.
"Boss, Europeans won't stay chaotic forever. They'll eventually catch on."
