Chapter 743 actually ran away
What the group wanted, Leovanta was very clear. It's just that these guys don't have any discipline at all, and if they let go here, I'm afraid they will go to God immediately.
It's actually nothing to see God, but how can these guys let their families go. Once this money is handed over to them, all traces of themselves in this world will be erased.
Well, the only option is to carry it to the death.
"Card, this is over, everyone, the shooting here is over, and we will go to the studio. If you want to wander around the neighborhood for a week's break, you can prepare and see you in Los Angeles in a week's time. Throwing down the megaphone, William White took the towel from the assistant.
In this damn place, if you want to shoot the rain scene, the thief will not be able to do it. It finally fell, and he meowed again.
"Good work, Natasha, it's okay, your makeup is almost lost. ”
The beautiful sister gave this a white look, she didn't care about the makeup, if she did it again, she would be really worried.
Hanging Weiya on a rainy day is really not so reliable.
"It scared me to death just now, in case it really fell. Hum. ”
"Alas, let you use a stand-in, you don't use it. After two years, you won't need it in two years. ”
"Computers, it's impossible to simulate an actor's movements, right?"
"No, I'm working on a 3D studio. Hundreds of digital video cameras together. But now isn't the time to talk about this, you're soaking wet, tsk, it's really a little glamorous. As he spoke, he handed her a towel, which was the same thing he had just used. Well, the beautiful sister doesn't care, although she also has an assistant, she doesn't have any eyes.
Look at William White's side, he really knows how to serve people. The old lady is soaked here, and the dead girl doesn't know where to go.
The eyebrows of a pair of bastard guys should not be seen by the people around them. Since the boss said that he was on vacation, he quickly thought about where to go.
They went to Hi Pi, but William White was rushing back to the United States. He's been away for a long time, so the next week will naturally have to deal with corporate affairs.
"So early, Xiaohu, what's the good news. ”
Xiaohu smiled bitterly, it's messy everywhere now, good news from there. Since the New York Times published the photo of the vulture and the little girl, Sudan, a place where the war has been fought, has come into the eyes of the people of the United States for the first time.
"Young master, there is definite news, La Lantern is hiding in the Sultan now. Also, the CIA seems to be aware of the news. ”
"Tsk, this cargo is hiding so far away, do I want to call the Federal Express? What, Xiaohu, will they be responsible for delivery. ”
Knowing that the young master was joking, Xiaohu didn't care. Where there is a war everywhere, it is dangerous to be fully armed, how can someone deliver a courier.
"Young master, is this guy a war maniac. I really find it a little difficult to understand that a billionaire has to put down his wife and concubine at home, and just want to go to a war-torn place. Is he crazy?"
"Alas, there is no way to say this, you can't interpret this kind of thing with reason. In fact, both Buddhism and Christianity have periods of fanaticism. ”
"If that's the case, the battle in Sudan will never be finished. This hair is gone, but the world is even more chaotic. ”
"Somalia, Congo, Sudan, yes, Xiaohu, the black buddies of World War I and World War II actually didn't fight much, now it's okay, the whole world is annoyed, and it's the turn of African brothers to pinch each other.
Alas, it's good that they don't have much industrial capacity, and even now these rags have killed so many people. If their weapons were a little more advanced. ”
"A little more advanced, young master, if you are a little more advanced, it is estimated that there will be no more people left. ”
"I really can't figure it out, it's all oil under the butt, and you can live well by digging a little bit. By the way, if memory serves, Kazafei should be very supportive of them. ”
"Yes, though, he's a little bit of a self-protectant now. Sudan is not called war at all, they just keep killing and being killed. ”
"Hmm. That bad luck place. It's not appropriate to send anyone. Let's put it there for now. ”
"Okay. Master. These are the details of that pull the lantern. I don't know if I don't look at it. It's really a big family. ”
The lantern actually ran away, and William White was also very depressed. Nima, you continue to stay in Afghanistan.
For the behavior of this goods, William White is very unwelcome. It is said that there is a debtor and a debtor, and your attack on ordinary people is really unjustifiable.
If something happens, run away immediately.
Yes, the U.S. imperialists can't find you to retaliate, if you run away from the monk, can you still run away from the temple?
The more I look at these materials, the more angry William White becomes, good guy, now it seems that this family that started as a builder has a lot of industries in the United States.
The family specializes in making money from the US imperialists, and you are specifically looking for trouble with the US imperialists. After the accident, the family was not implicated. Alas, when the US imperialists are hypocritical, it really hurts.
Looking up his memory fragments, William White found an interesting piece of information. Is there a chance that Clinton will take out the lantern, or will it be the way to catch it all.
The Sultan couldn't bear the sanctions of the US imperialists, and when the lantern classmates and his party left on a plane, they secretly notified the CIA.
Lao Ke refused, he believed that pulling the lamp must be punished by law, and if an F16 was sent directly over, it could not demonstrate the fairness and justice of the lighthouse country. He arrogantly believes that this is simply murder and not above board.
This thing, you can only say that he was lucky.
Murder, hehe, wasn't it just as hypocritical when you killed Yamamoto. And pretend to be a chance encounter. Nima, this meow is fighting, and you guys are still playing at home.
There have always been rumors that "The Art of War" is one of the military textbooks of US imperialism. William White believes that this is simply nonsense.
How is the opening chapter of "The Art of War" written? If you don't even understand the meaning of this sentence. It's not that you hired the wrong teacher, it's that you use piracy.
The US imperialists can't beat the big rabbit, that's actually a certainty. Just look at the history of other people. People's history books are simply the history of war.
Counting from the pre-Qin period, more than 2,000 years, there are a few years that really don't fight. The strategy of more than 2,000 years ago is still easy to use today.
Hehe, fight with this kind of person, unless you are really a lot ahead. Of course, people can't beat you with bows and arrows, as long as they use hot weapons, the last one who cries for his father and mother will definitely be the US imperialists.
William, you can't figure out what kind of person this Clinton guy is. It's not so much her chameleon as he looks ahead.
If you really follow the rules, you shouldn't go to Somalia to kidnap people now. If killing the lantern classmate is murder, what you are doing in Somalia is kidnapping.
To put it bluntly, this is a guy who is not willing to take responsibility. William White was sure that he might be worried that he had screwed up, or he might be worried about international condemnation.
After the Lockerbie air disaster, civil aircraft were still relatively safe. If the US imperialists break the rules first, the problem could be very serious.
What, Maozi is not affected.
There's really no way to say this, or else it's a fighting nation. You see how Maozi rescued the hostages.
Without saying a word, rush in and go straight to work. If you happen to be inside, the most appropriate way to save your life is to lie on the ground with your head in your hands. Remember, those who stand up and call for help will definitely die a miserable death.