Chapter 132

Ask for asylum?

MacArthur did not refuse, just nodded and walked away with his hands behind his back.

Francis twitched slightly on the right side of his face. He was in a complicated and even scared mood. Did the Asian guy selling him drinks at the Grand Palace in Asmara really hit him that hard? Direct bombing with bazooka, immoral, bold and unrestrained!

Lloyd, the man who killed him, came looking for his father.

However, being so reckless, how could such a thing make him run away?

Francis opened his mouth and swallowed his words again.

"Go and get him." MacArthur is still talking, Lloyd can't die! He can't die now. He still has many places in his life where he can control this matter. If this kind of thorn is killed, then who will contain Nicholas?

"I go."

Francisco volunteered and trotted toward the door. MacArthur just glanced at him and said nothing.

Outside, I found Lloyd in a coma. The wound on his face looked painful.

The two bodyguards also recognized him, carrying the boss on their backs and rushing towards them: "General, can we come in?"

Now they are also afraid.

I always feel like someone is watching me from behind. Francis lowered his voice: "Of course, but we hope you can contribute a little, 500,000 USD!" He opened his palm and drew a line.

The bodyguard's face became ugly, he really wanted to hit this greedy black man, but he rationally suppressed his emotions: "We didn't search, we can wait for the boss to wake up."

"As long as you agree, I'm not afraid you'll regret it." Francis does not despise the title of king of West Africa. In Asmara, if you want to survive, don't you want to pay with your life?

You are afraid that the wild donkey will hit you on the head.

"Yes, but I hope to find a doctor soon. Our boss's situation is very bad. »

Winning another 500,000 US dollars, Francis also smiled in his heart. He welcomed them warmly, arranged for them to live in a guest room, found a good doctor, and reported to MacArthur when he was done.

The latter sat down in the boss's chair, took out a box of Swiss fondant from the drawer, marked with the manufacturer: Switzerland!

This 30-year-old fudge company sells well worldwide. When put in the mouth, it has a sweet and sour taste like the taste of first love. "You mean, Lloyd isn't happy? Are his eyes damaged?

"I saw that glasses were stuffed into his eyes. I was afraid it wouldn't have any effect." Francis himself was a bit scared and looked very unhappy.

MacArthur nodded slightly, bowed his head and held his pen, not knowing what he was drawing?

The first person cautiously bent down, glanced, the white paper writhed and looked wrinkled, "General, should we warn Nicolas? He's gone too far this time, Asma. Lara's people are very worried." fun."

"What do you think about these two words?

Francois was stunned. Is that a word? How does it look... But when the leader asked like this, he could only lick his face in praise, using all the words he could use. MacArthur's slap in the face was very comfortable, he held up the piece of paper: "It's mine, I just learned Chinese, it's Nicolas!"

Chinese people?

How is this different from what I've seen before in Asmara Chinese?

"We don't care about this type of businessman. As long as we can get more benefits, the most important thing is that since Lloyd has no way to bid, we can invite him tomorrow. I plan to chat with him about gunship combat group thinking."

Brother Francis' eyes lit up, he nodded in response, and after he came out of the office, he couldn't wait to call Tang Dao.

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"You said, Lloyd and the others went to the official residence of the purchasing group?"

Tang Dao frowned, put Erlang's legs down, and looked at Mister in front of him, who nodded, "Someone saw him go in with two bodyguards protecting him."

"It's a pretty good name, and he has a good head. He also knows that the most dangerous place is the safest. It looks like that idiot MacArthur wants to protect him?"

Mist lowered his head and made up his mind, "Boss, give me another chance, and I promise to kill him."

"Don't bother so much." Tang Dao stood up, stretched his waist, rolled up his left sleeve, and said casually, "The reason why the hyena wants to protect the **** is because he wants to fill his stomach, but if someone gives it Hand him the rotten meat, do you think he will give up the former or the latter?"

He smiled and patted Mist on the shoulder, "The word interest is very complicated, don't use it to challenge all kinds of human nature, let's wait, I think, it won't be long before that idiot will find me ."

As soon as the voice fell, the mobile phone on the table rang. Tang Dao and the others looked at each other, and the little angel walked over, picked up the phone, chatted for a few words, and then handed it to him, "Boss, Francis gentlemen."

He still had a bit of surprise in his eyes as he spoke, unexpectedly being guessed by the other party. Duong Dao picked up the phone with a smile on his face: "General, I think you must have good news for me.

"Are you happy? Mr. Nicholas?" » Francis asked in a muffled voice.

"Instead of crying every day, it's better to smile with a fake smile. At least time is fair to everyone, why can't you make yourself happy?"

"You are as wise as a philosopher. If you were born in Greece, I think you must be a master." That's called flattery, it's called flattery when you're at the same level, and it's called praise when you're at a higher level than you. The essence is the same, but the state is different. Duong Dao laughed continuously: "Then I can only make more money and bribe God to find me a good place in my next life.

Francis smiled sarcastically, once again frightened by the other person's obsequious personality, but the former probably liked this wolf cry more: "Tomorrow afternoon at the villa, General MacArthur would like to invite you to meet."

"OH?"

Duong Dao's eyes lit up~www.mtlnovel.com~Even though he might have guessed it, when he received the notification, he was still very happy.

I myself received a certificate of command qualifications.

Next, I'm worried this will be a real showdown in the market.

"Thank you very much. I will definitely be there. Additionally, a gift will be delivered to your home in the evening. »

Brother Francis was still very satisfied with Duong Dao's sense of humor, the anxiety in his heart had disappeared. Although this person is cruel and has a violent personality, he clearly respects himself very much. Anyway, as long as he doesn't lack his thing, who dies, who lives, and what does he care about himself? His face was about to burst into laughter, he looked left and right, realized that no one was paying attention to him, so he turned around, leaned his head against the edge of the pillar, and said softly: "Lloyd's wound is serious. , his left eye is considered useless, whether it can be saved or not is another matter.

Duong Dao was stunned for a moment, then said in surprise: "General, I don't understand what you mean, what happened to Mr. Lloyd?" Is he injured? Is his left eye defective? OH MY GOD! This is extraordinary. This is really not good news, is he in the government? So tomorrow I have to take a close look at him, who cruelly attacked him in Asmara? Have you caught the gangster?

This series of questions directly confused Francis.

Cauldron...

Didn't your people do it?

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