Chapter 107

The Tang knife is very durable.

Frontesque's three people could feel the pressure he brought.

Especially his eyes are sharp, just looking at you like that he can feel the cold sweat on his back.

"I think we can take it step by step, first destroying Mogadishu. I have a personal relationship with General Aidid. I can convince him to buy only our weapons. For other shipments, we charge half per shipment. profit margin!"

Isn't this just a disguised protection fee?

In fact, there are "protection fees" collected in many different industries, but there are also big bosses in the arms or flour industry who want to rectify, such as Eagle Sauce, he is holding a cigar , wearing sunglasses and screaming. : "Gentlemen, you should pay!"

The big Middle Eastern dog shot him in the head, his younger brother behind him prepared to move, so scared that Anh Giang closed his mouth and shouted: "We can reason."

No one can be the real king of hell, no one can!

Tang Dao's defense costs were limited to Mogadishu. Its main function is to consolidate territory!

Who would dare oppose this land anyway? Aidid can't, Grant can't, everyone's rotten.

"Slap!"

Duong Dao lit a cigarette and crossed his legs. He discovered that camels (camels) smoke much better than cigars and this is just suitable for holding x. In this era, the standard equipment for successful people is a Motorola handle and a cigar mouth. Wear a suit and wear a suit. After taking a deep sip, he exhaled a smoke ring.

"That's it! Do you have anything else to say?"

The three people looked at each other, seeing helplessness in each other's eyes.

What can they do?

He could only nod, acting very wisely.

But not everyone here is a good person, they both pout and everyone knows what the hell they want to do. Duong Dao glanced at them, used his front teeth to hit his lower lip, then closed his eyes. Of course he knew how fragile this alliance was. If the enemy is stronger, they will probably disperse.

He can only tell them in his heart.

Anything can be done, but don't be a second-class boy. After a strange silence in the office, they looked at each other and a group of people burst into laughter.

Oh SHIT!

All actors.

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Bill Clemens frowned and looked at the man in front of him.

The man calmly sat with a cigarette in his mouth, while wearing dark brown overalls and pants, similar to the US military's combat uniform.

Ibbin Barrow!

Leader of the South African mercenary organization EO Group!

Of course, they weren't the biggest in 1991 and their speed only increased rapidly after they made a lot of money in the Sierra Leone civil war, but EO is now definitely the best mercenaries in ' South Africa. "Mr. Yibin, I already told you my request, but the price offered is too high, 800,000 US dollars? Not possible." Bill said he was very straightforward and did not let go of the mercenary leader. He is just a worthy spokesperson.

Ibin Barrow's voice is a bit low, he is wiping his long hair, he likes this hairstyle, looks like his idol Michael Jackson (in his opinion.), "$800,000 is not expensive at all come on, because this is Somalia, this is the most chaotic place on the planet, we cannot guarantee it at all, our actions are hidden, we have too much to do and you have to find a place This drum... Alex, this job is very difficult.

He almost said what he thought about Alex.

Of course, Ibin Barrow also thought that the other person was indeed an idiot. Does he think North Africa is playing tricks like South Africa? As long as you have the money there, you can easily recruit hundreds of people. At first I also wanted to recruit people, but the quality of the staff there was really poor. To suppress firepower, they only need to learn Buddhist marksmanship.

And discipline was extremely poor, which was also consistent with the general opinion of the entire mercenary community about Africans. Bill frowned, looking dissatisfied. This guy is even more proud than people say. He was old and ranked second in the aerial reconnaissance team of the 32nd Battalion in South Africa. He doesn't even have the qualifications to sit in front of him. Mandela turned a developed country into a developing country. He can still eat local food but now he's asking for $800,000?

Damn it...pig!

Ibin Barrow did not panic at all. The one who should panic is the other side. He was sure that the problem was solved by him. The two struggled for about two or three minutes, and finally Bill gave in: "Okay! It was 800,000 US dollars but my son had to be saved.

"Don't worry, we are professionals in this matter. I have a professional rescue team under my command, all of which include elite special forces of several countries. According to regulations, you must pay now."

Bill did not stop him and after calling the secretary, he asked her to deposit money into his waist account.

Seeing that he couldn't run away, Ibin stood up to say goodbye, put his pants in his pocket, shook his head, stuffed the cigarette butt into Bill's ashtray and left a sentence: "Leave it to us."

"Boss, it's important…" the secretary wanted to say but Bill stopped him with his hand. The latter stood up and walked towards the window. He could see two off-road vehicles solemnly and Ibin walking down the stairs. When he got out of the car, two muscular men dressed elegantly and wearing sunglasses got out of the car.

Just as Ibin was about to get in the car, he suddenly turned around, looked up and met Bill's eyes.

He raised his hand, raised it towards the other person, smiled gently and said: "He is truly a rich man who loves his son very much. Having finished speaking, he got on the off-road vehicle. It is not because of his vanity that others can see him, quite the contrary. Ibin Barrow is a very careful person. He must personally participate in the battle planning and develop a plan b based on intelligence, to ensure that in case of mission failure, he will be one of the main culprits. So he reminded himself that he was absolutely infallible.

He is a cruel man.

You think of his nickname in the South African army: "Gazelle". It is one of the most intelligent animals in Africa.

This nickname is definitely not wrong.

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At the same time, Moscow is freezing and snowing.

Winter here can almost last until September. If you don't believe in evil, you can put your tongue on the pole to see how scary the cold Siberian water is. When Robert and the others got off the plane, they boarded the long-awaited hotel car. They booked the best hotel in Leningrad in Moscow. It is the shortest of the Seven Sisters skyscrapers, with a total height of 134 meters including the spire.

You are picked up by a tall, bearded Russian in a classic suit!

Typically, you can see it in his face, the muscles making Robert tremble.

"Sir? Are you…" He tilted his head suddenly, took out a piece of paper from his pocket and read from it: "Mr. Robert Lee? »

Did he really forget the customer's name?

"Correct."

"Hello, I'm the driver. You can call me Blakely Nordor Lenin Ivan Doninevsky." Maybe it's because his vocals are so thick and his words sound like a drone.

"Hey, Blackley."

Robert wiped cold sweat and quickly changed the subject: "Where is the car?"

"It's right outside, but where is your luggage?"

"No need, we always carry money and buy clothes wherever we go if we don't have any."

The old man nodded kindly and led them to the door and saw a very clean vintage jeep. Although old, the inside is not cluttered and looks very comfortable. The airport is more than thirty kilometers from the hotel.

Drive very slowly on this snowbank, otherwise the tires will easily slip. Robert looked around on the street, beggars were still wearing shaky clothes at the corner, there were also men in cotton clothes walking quickly, with tired and disappointed faces. , there are even "exploiters" sitting in coffee shops, blowing radiators, holding a cup of coffee and blushing.

This furry bear wearing red clothes was lying on the hospital bed, letting Dr. Anh Giang operate on him, stuffing black cotton into his stomach and smiling: "Go to sleep, wake up, the disease will be cured." » ."

"Can you find a job in Moscow now?" Robert suddenly asked this question for no reason. Brackley was driving and looked at him in the mirror, stopped, shook his head: "Hard to find, I was originally a strong man, but then the club closed so I went to carry things for people, one day only So." The most it costs is 10 rubles and you can't buy a single loaf of bread.

"So isn't your current job pretty good?"

"Then I went to interview the driver and beat up all the bastards who took my job. I was left alone, and of course I was the only one looking." When Blakely talks about the past, he's always a little complacent.

Robert looked at his arm muscles and he had no doubt that this punch could remove human feces.

He simply could not think of Lao Mao Tzu, who was also dying of illness. Sound... Damn it.

After about an hour, we finally arrived at the hotel.

Hotel Leningrad It has old Russian and Baroque motifs and the hotel's entrance area resembles a medieval castle. The hotel features a Venetian glass ceiling, the length of the multi-tiered chandelier in the middle is equivalent to the height of one floor, and the elevator interior is gilded with sculptures and gilded bronze. Between the seventh and eighth floors, the right side of the entrance staircase is decorated with the world's longest hanging garland light and its incredible length of 15.5 meters has been recorded in the Guinness Book of World Records . Robert had reserved three presidential suites.

After all, Duong Dao is never stingy when going on business trips. For the good of the company, employees must live in the best hotels, unless of course required by duty.

It's strange that in Moscow there are many poor people but the presidential room is full!

As they were walking towards the VIP elevator under the guidance of the staff, a group of people just came down. The leader was an Asian man, with small, fluent eyes, frowning, and walking very quickly. He was a very decisive person, followed by several people ~ www.mtlnovel.com ~ Two groups of people passed by, he and Robert stopped at the same time, one side turned away, looking back like a wolf, This action is fierce wolf!

"Jieren, you don't seem like a good person!"

These words appeared in both of their minds at the same time.

The two groups of people also looked at each other. They are all desperate people. The atmosphere gradually became tense, some people even turned their backs.

It's like what you look at, what you look at!

So maybe it's just a matter of disagreement and being done. But clearly, they are all civilized people, nodding to each other and then going their separate ways.

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