Chapter 111

There is a proverb: A fence with three stakes, a hero with three rings!

If he wants to push business from the small pond of Somalia to the great river of Africa, relying on brutality is not enough. Nowadays, it has touched the interest of many people. According to Frontesco news, they implemented a "protection fee" policy that made these retail investors very unhappy and shouted that they were violating the regulations of this industry.

The size of your mother!

What are the rules for doing business?

If I punch you, you have to listen to me. Frantesc borrowed an umbrella and left with dozens of armed officers. Doesn't the other person have to cover their nose and agree?

But the Way is ultimately civilized and sets a new style. This type of violence is not his intention (mainly because he is afraid of suicide when he meets someone better than his fists.)

So he wanted to squeeze her thighs.

Bill Clemens is the perfect candidate for this. If you save his son, you may owe a favor, but the favor will eventually be repaid and you are susceptible to profit, but once the two sides have aligned their interests, can he still sell your interests?

People should not rely too much on emotions, this is truly worthless in today's society.

Bill heard Duong Dao's request and immediately frowned, thinking about the pros and cons.

He is a successful businessman, and even when his son is kidnapped, he still thinks about gains and losses.

It is almost impossible for such a person to go bankrupt unless some external force affects them. The rich are getting richer and the poor are getting poorer.

"I want to know, Mr. Nicholas, what exactly does your company do?"

"Arms trafficking and security groups (arms sales and security protection)." "I have a complete purchasing channel in the Soviet Union and have relationships with several military factories in the Czech Republic and North Africa," said Zeng Dao. I can buy items at extremely low prices and sell them.

Private arms dealer and mercenary leader.

Bill suddenly realized that no matter how old he was, he immediately knew what Duong Dao meant. By thigh!

"As long as you agree, Alex can come home for dinner in the afternoon and even watch the moon." Duong Dao smiled and leaned forward slightly.

If the opponent can really get Alex back, 5 million USD will be the "ransom".

Thinking of this, Bill's face relaxed slightly and nodded: "Okay, as long as he can come back."

This old man did not see the rabbit and did not chase away the eagle.

Pointing to the landline phone on the table, Duong Dao said: "I use the phone."

"Please."

Duong Dao walked over, pressed a series of numbers, and after the other person responded, he said: "Follow the action."

After saying these words, he hung up the phone and said to Bill in a meaningful voice: "Sir, I think you can cook something for dinner with Mr. Alex tonight."

…

With a fierce expression, Luke Mazzaro slammed the microphone on the table.

Just now, Lieutenant Colonel Grant of the US Army stationed in Somalia called him and asked him to release the children of rich South Africans he had kidnapped, and he took a warning tone. . Even though he didn't look directly at him, he could feel Grant's arrogance in Ang's eyes.

"QNMD! Why are you asking me to release someone?" Luke swears.

That's tens of millions of dollars in ransom!

If you received this amount of money yourself, how many people could you support? How many guns to buy? At this time, what's more, you only have one battalion of American troops stationed in Somalia. Even if you have a regiment, you still dare to fight. Is Luke gone?

Do you still think Ung Giang can't lift a knife anymore?

The main reason was that the commandos hit EO causing him to swell. He even thought that if he bought a millimeter double-barreled anti-aircraft gun from Duong Dao, who could rush in?

The damn crowd is filled with two extremes. Smart people are very smart, for example they can take positions at colleges and universities like Harvard, and stupid people can also be very stupid. They always think that the world is invincible after a few battles. Aidid was the same, thousands of people were fighting dozens of Wan Dajuns, after being pressed to the ground and rubbed, he turned around and continued to rub.

He shoved Grant's words straight up his ass, sat on the chair, still sulking, smoked a cigarette, stood up to call his lover.

beep... The bell rang several times. When Luke picked up the phone, before Luke could speak, he heard a thick male voice from the other side: "Luke Mazzaro?"

The former's heart was pounding and he quickly asked: "You... who are you?"

Morocco, Casablanca!

In a villa near the central area.

John was sitting cross-legged on the bench, holding a Czech CZ25 submachine gun in his left hand and a microphone in his right hand. He looked at the mother and daughter trembling in the corner. The woman was wearing pajamas, blonde hair, blue eyes but a bit beautiful. Holding her child tightly, she looked at the uninvited guest in horror.

According to reports, this is the villa that Luke Mazzaro bought for his lover for $170,000.

And they gave birth to two children, which is so cute.

John was always in the mood to tease them.

"Don't worry, me?" I'm just a good person. I think kidnapping Mr. Alex and the others is a very moral act. I strongly condemn him and ask you to release him. What do you think?"

Luke Mazzaro's mind was blank. It may be... Is this guy that strong?

"I…" He opened his mouth, and after saying a word, he felt a little reluctant to give money. Money can change lovers, and all she cares about is her son.

The smile on John's face faded, his eyebrows rose and he stood up straight.

"What? Are you hesitant? It seems like you're very unhappy, or think we're too kind? So don't blame us! »

He nodded to a masked employee, and that employee picked up a young boy and burst into tears. The woman screamed miserably and reached out to grab her son's leg, but was caught by the staff. On his shoulder he fell to the ground and cried out in pain, wanting to get up, but someone pointed a gun at his head: "I don't want to die, don't speak up."

"Don't worry, ma'am." John gave a smile that he found sweet, then put his finger between his lips, "Shut up, I don't really like crying."

Then he touched the baby's head, pinched its face, and finally held its small hand. The latter fought vigorously. The staff squeezed his armpit and pressed his head. John said on the phone: "Luke, which finger do you want to see?" I'll give you.

"Please…please wait a moment!" Luke is worried. He is his only son and he loves him very much. Otherwise, he wouldn't have spent nearly $10,000 a year sending her to a local aristocratic school in Morocco. He even planned to wait until his son grew up, then send him to America to study and then return to inherit the inheritance. Location.

Luke's thinking is very feudal. After all, we are now in the 1990s and some African countries have still not escaped feudalism. In their minds, they think more about the inheritance system. You may not know that the auto repair people or salespeople you meet in many European countries. They may be one of the heirs of the leader in Africa. This world is too dangerous and there are big people everywhere.

"Have you thought this through carefully? I don't have much patience."

John checked his watch, his voice growing increasingly impatient.

"Can I let Alex go?" Luke is still considering negotiations.

"Sir, perhaps you misunderstood me and thought we were too nice. I'm sorry. Your words made me very embarrassed so I apologize." John smiled and said into the microphone: "I will see your wife go first." Come to God. »

As soon as she finished speaking, the staff standing on both sides of the blonde woman roughly pulled her hair up. The latter is holding a crying little girl. She begged and asked John to let her go.

But Jo shrugged: "I'm sorry, your husband is not a very sensitive person."

As a Delta Force instructor, he had witnessed too much killing and bloodshed, and he could restrain his weak compassion. This is why, after the millennium, many countries stipulated that retired special soldiers must exercise certain control measures. Because whether in terms of skills or psychology, they are too destructive to this society.

The employee grabbed the girl from side to side and pulled her into the bathroom, where the tub filled with water.

Just click on his head!

"Grrrrrrrrrr…"

The girl struggled, shook his hand vigorously, bubbles continued to flow out of the bathtub, water splashed onto the two staff members.

Gradually…

The struggle became lighter until he lay motionless in the bathtub.

John tilted his head, saw the girl slowly being pulled out of the bathtub, then picked up the phone again: "What do you think?" Would you… let your child try again? »

"You killed Belina?!"

"No, no, she drowned. Stop talking nonsense. We're just talking to you." "No one can explain this kind of death," John said. Maybe it's him today, maybe it's me tomorrow, maybe the day after that. Is that you? Are you right?"

Luke Mazzaro's eyelids twitched.

The hidden meaning in the other person's words is too clear, if you don't listen convincingly, next time it will kill you.

But this so-called money can really harden people's hearts!

Furthermore, Luke is an ordinary person who can go from being an ordinary person to becoming a lord?

The world is uncertain in these difficult times, and they are all heroes!

If you get the ransom money, you can use it to buy weapons, at least double the power, isn't that a child?

If you have money, you have everything, the most important thing is to be reborn!

Thinking of this, Luke's face became determined and crazy. He took a deep breath and said to John but gritted his teeth: "I will avenge them!" Having finished speaking, he decisively hung up the phone.

John is lost...

Is this person really that cruel?

He turned his head to look at the two children ~www.mtlnovel.com~ Frowning, he made another call.

"He's not cooperating, let's go with plan B!"

"receive."

After John hung up the phone, he looked at the two children indifferently: "I leave it to you, keep it clean, law and order in Morocco is not in Somalia."

…

And in Mogadishu, after Pierce received a call from John, he sounded the alarm!

The Doe and T-80 tanks were scrapped, and even the guns were installed on pickup trucks. Go to war!