Chapter 113

When Bill saw his son again, it was at a Cape Town hotel.

After receiving a call from Duong Dao, he rushed over with his bodyguards. Before the Rolls-Royce Silver Spirit stopped, he saw a white woman rush out of the car and almost fall to her knees. The doorman helped him. After helping him, he rushed inside before thanking him.

Bill also looked worried but still quite serious, walking behind with a cigar between his teeth. After all, the boss must have style.

In the hallway, he saw Alex. The woman hugged the scarred man and cried, which attracted the eyes of everyone around, looking at him suspiciously.

Bill took a large sip of his cigar, watched Duong Dao stand up from the sofa, and extended his hand in gratitude: "Thank you very much for your help, Mr. Nicholas."

"This is my sincerity towards the cooperation between the two of us. I always look good in Somalia." Duong Dao pursed his lips and smiled, very excitedly leaving: "Don't disturb your reunion." There's a lot to do between us. time."

After speaking, he and his staff left.

Bill turned around to watch him enter the elevator, deep in thought, but the woman wiped her tears: "Mr. Nicholas is really a good man."

a good guy?

Have you ever seen an arms dealer with a nice guy?

They only have dollars and profits in their eyes. Even Bill thought this Asian had a role in Alex's kidnapping.

But he couldn't say these words. There is no right or wrong when it comes to benefits, only time and reward, and Bill also senses the increasingly tense and acute situation in Africa, even within the Mitchum military branch. Pressure really needs a strong outside ally to stand on the same front with me.

Even if Nicholas does participate, it can only be said that his ambition is quite big and quite dark. And Bill is also confident that he can hold out.

So I narrowed my eyes and said as my wife had said, "Yeah, he's a nice guy."

Entering the elevator, Duong Dao's smiling face stiffened, his facial muscles twitched slightly: "How many people died?"

"Three people died, all were students." The staff next to me gently responded.

3 people, according to regulations, this is a humanitarian grant worth 60,000 US dollars.

This made Duong Dao's face relax slightly, but it was still very ugly. After the elevator opened, he walked out first and said: "Tell John and the others that all the soldiers in the world who want to make money will come to me. It's best to be someone with actual combat experience, no matter what country you come from, don't give me trash.

If the person who died with him was an official employee, the pension alone plus the consumption of weapons, ammunition... after a battle would cost nearly a million dollars.

"and..."

The secretary was about to open the door for him, but Duong Dao stood still, turned his head, and looked stern: "Watch over Alex for me, this kid won't be honest and stay here."

"Boss, do we still want to be his babysitters?"

"Of course not. I mean his dad is very rich." Duong Dao said meaningfully, then pressed his hand on the door and pushed in. The two employees behind looked at each other, unconsciously solemn.

…

Moscow. The State Bank of the USSR is located on Arbat Street.

It is a very classic, elegant, formal, European-style building but full of disrepair.

The flow of people coming in and out is sparse and the number of homeless people outside is still more than the customers inside.

In a Russian restaurant diagonally across the street, there were three Asian people sitting by the window, as if reincarnated after starvation, munching on food, without even needing cutlery, just with their faces in. One of them stuck out his tongue and licked it. This caused the bearded boss the size of two hundred catties to approach the counter, with his belly resting on it, looking at them with his right hand holding a baseball bat under the table. For a while, too many people ate Bawang's meal. As long as these people run away, he will break the stick on their legs!

"Damn it, Anzi, you should save some for the eagle!" Eating so much alone, is it never enough to eat? Gao Jianguo slapped the back spoon of a man on the left, the soup bowl was full. After being killed by him, he patted his belly, smiled simply and honestly nodded: "That's right, it's been a long time since I've had enough food, from the army..."

He suddenly stopped mid-sentence, raised his head, and looked at Gao Jianguo cautiously.

The latter didn't say a word, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, looking very uncomfortable. He touched his pocket, paused his hands, and raised his head, "Do you have any cigarettes?"

Several people looked at each other, and it was Anzi who said softly, "Boss, didn't you say that smoking is harmful to your health, so why don't you tell us not to?"

Gao Jianguo's face darkened, these brothers are too **** tough, this won't work!

Just when he was about to scold his mother in a low voice, the door of the restaurant was opened, and a gust of cold wind blew in, making people shiver, the fat boss babbled a lot, waving his hands, very dissatisfied, as if complaining , a young man in a black jacket and covered in snow ran in. There was a scar on his right cheek, a faint V-shaped wound.

It can be seen that it is very deep!

It was like being stabbed obliquely by a military thorn.

"Eagle, sit down, fill your stomach first." Anzi seemed to have found a savior, and ran over politely to help him pull the chair away, with a charming smile on his face, which stunned the latter, "Anzi, you Had the head been kicked by the mule?"

"You! Forget it, I won't tell you, isn't it polite? Why are we going abroad, of course we must be polite."

Gao Jianguo waved his hands, crossed his hands, looked serious, and asked a little nervously, "How is it inside?"

"Very empty! Not many people." Eagle nodded, paused, "You can do it."

"Then **** it! After taking this order, the brothers will go to North America to eat and drink spicy food." Gao Jianguo opened the long black bag at his feet, took out four masks from it, and handed them to others. Women wear socks and men wear stockings, it's a combination of socks.

And a mask like the one he wears...

Five prices 10 yuan on the street!

The four people put masks on their heads. The boss was stunned for a moment, not knowing why, but thinking the other person was about to run away, he took out a baseball bat and smashed it on the table, shouting in Russian: "Идиот! Выдолжнызаплатить!" (Idiot, you have to pay!)."

"Damn it! What are you talking about?"

Gao Jianguo took out a loaded Mossberg M9200A1 pistol from his pocket and fired one shot at the counter while cursing. Although the boss is big, his movements are not slow. When he saw something was wrong, he crawled under the cupboard. Shrinking, the bullet punched a hole in the wooden cabinet.

"Anzi, continue!"

He tossed the bag to someone else and it contained three 81s and four basic magazines.

Gao Jianguo greeted, and a group of people rushed towards the bank across the street. This... damn, this is so exaggerated!

It was morning and there were many people on the street.

The new arrivals watched them walk in dazed, lost, and then the boss ran out, covered in blood. Even though he hid behind the counter, he did not dodge. He staggered and ran away twice out of fear. He then fell to the ground. People around excitedly stepped forward and panicked and called the police to help him.

Gao Jianguo and others rushed in, and the two of them directly closed the door. He led another person in and pulled down the lamp hanging above his head!

boom!

In this bank, the rumors are very clear, there are only a few people.

They almost turned around when they heard the gunshots. Two security guards holding batons rushed out of the security room. When they saw the weapons in each other's hands, they turned around and wanted to run away. A blood hole was dug. In the 1980s and 1990s, bank or vault security was one of the occupations with the highest death rate.

At this time, many major wars have just been experienced, and the survivors cannot live without these wars!

"An Zi, tell that bastard to fill in the money."

Anzi, holding a gun in one hand, stuffed his wallet into the window and pointed the gun at himself. She doesn't speak Russian so she shows it with her body language. I'm afraid no one understands this, right? The counter staff looked at him in horror and then quickly nodded. "Damn, these girls have really big nostrils." An Tu muttered.

"Hurry up, we have seven minutes left, we'll retreat! No matter how much money we have, it doesn't matter." Gao Jianguo looked at his outdated Ernest Borel watch, his pupils shrank sharply.

They kill without blinking!

Don't stop me from getting rich.

The customers inside raised their heads but they didn't notice that one of them was wearing a jacket, blonde hair and a beautiful white girl with a VCR in her hand. She recorded the scene and left a light inside. The infantry's final swan song!

woo woo woo...

Even though the Soviet Union had collapsed and bears were everywhere, there were still gunfights on major streets. The bear cannot stand this. After being the boss all his life, he's about to die and you can't crawl past him. Shit on my head. Therefore, in addition to regular police, special forces are also ready to be mobilized.

"It's time, let's retreat."

Cao Kien Quan shouted, then the others were not greedy, obediently put the bag away, trying to pull the chain that was full so they could only pull and throw.

"Boss, there is someone from Yamen blocking the door."

"Afraid of feathers? These monkeys don't block us, but still want to block us? Come out, the eagle will lead."

Everyone nodded to show they understood, then they both took a deep breath and opened the door. The police opened fire first, regardless of whether the hostages inside were alive or dead. Do you think so?

The hostages inside screamed.

But ammo is not infinite. As soon as they were freed, three grenades and a smoke bomb flew out of the ground. These guys were very inexperienced so they were stunned for a few seconds, but in those few seconds, boom!

Police car overturned...

"Advance ~www.mtlnovel.com~ The four advance in single file and shoot whenever they see someone standing or standing.

As soon as Anzi shot, his face trembled. After the magazine ran out of bullets, he shouted "Reload". When the body contracts, stand at the end and the second person will compensate. This can ensure the effectiveness and durability of firepower, very suitable for pressing opponents so that they do not dare to raise their heads. Their actions were not slow at all, in just a few seconds they pushed them into the middle of the road. Eagle handed over the gun, took out a grenade, threw it and shouted: "Taste my iron."

It's almost 30 meters, it's that simple. As the old saying goes: a country woman can only go so far.

The opponent was already unbearable, and now he can't stand it anymore...