"Yes, how can I forget this, I am now the leader of the little gang, and if anyone dares to come to me for trouble, then I will put a Saturday member on him and see if he dies. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" After suddenly realizing it, Hou Rui suddenly laughed, his head didn't turn this corner just now, the method proposed by the witch is indeed trouble-free and safe, and she doesn't even need to do it yourself.

"That's right, but there's only a small flaw in this method, if the organization asks how you got this information, how do you know the name of the Heavenly Bull?"

"This ......" Hou Rui was a little speechless for a while, but the witch sitting next to him immediately added disappreciably: "This is too simple, just by virtue of Tianniu's behavior of attacking you, it can already fully explain his position, and then you can be said to have received an anonymous report, you must know that there are many members of the organization, and the grievances between each other are complicated, and it is normal for anyone to be betrayed by others." ”

"Okay, then let's decide, I'll submit an application to the organization, use the organization's manpower in this city, and make sure to dig up that damn bull for him. As he spoke, Hou Rui slapped his thigh hard, and his tone and demeanor revealed a pleasant feeling of revenge.

"Hou, I still hope that you can seriously consider it, even if the problem of the Heavenly Bull is solved this time, God knows if there will be anyone else in the future, we have too few people in Rabat, how do you think it is safer to return to the ape-man and them. The elf next to him was still trying to persuade him.

"I understand, but I've got some things to do in Rabat, so let's go back to Mali in a few days, and in a few days, the three of us will return to Mali together. After briefly appeasing the elf, Hou Rui immediately turned his face to the witch's side: "Did you come to Rabat specifically to find me this time, or did you take time to run on the way to the mission?"

"I'm on vacation, so it doesn't make a difference to me to go anywhere, whether it's Rabat or Mali, I can accompany you as long as you like, anyway, pulling this motorhome in my sports car, these are all my belongings. From the witch's tone, Hou Rui heard a chic mentality of taking the sky as a quilt and the earth as a bed.

Perhaps noticing Hou Rui and the elves' gaze at her, the witch smiled and said, "I've never joined any team, and I rarely even participate in group tasks, and I'm used to being alone, but you have to believe me, as long as you have the opportunity to try it once, you will immediately fall in love with this unrestrained feeling." ”

Although he didn't have any personal experience, Hou Rui didn't understand the beauty of this feeling, but now that he has the Shadow Tiger Squad, a small gang, and even the existence of his parents, how can you let him be chic in the face of these intricate entanglements?

In the end, Hou Rui could only smile bitterly and shake his head: "Forget it, you can live alone in the RV, we can't, after tonight, let's go back to the city to find a place to live, of course, you can also tow the RV over and everyone stay together, so that you are not afraid of any accidents." ”

"Whatever you want, who made me join the Shadow Tiger Squad, it seems that I am destined to live a collective life for a while. From the witch's tone, Hou Rui heard a kind of helplessness, and this helplessness was inevitable, so Hou Rui changed the topic very smartly:

"Let's not talk about that, can you take a shower here? After that fight in the hotel, my whole body is dirty and uncomfortable, what do you have to say, let's continue to talk after I take a shower." ”

While Hou Rui, the elf and the witch, the three of them hid in a caravan in the hilly terrain to rest, in the northern old town of Rabat, the lone man of the tower quickly turned into a small low bar.

It can be clearly seen from a sign hanging at the door of this bar that this is a place dedicated to entertaining foreigners, so locals rarely approach, when he walked in, there were only six or seven customers sitting in the bar, and he only took a brief look around, and immediately walked towards a table in the depths of the bar and in a remote corner.

When the tower man sat down, the old man in black who had been lying on the table and holding a wine glass in his hand raised his head sleepily, looked at the face of the tower man blankly, and muttered a word of Arabic in his mouth, no matter how you look at it, he looks like a sloppy old bastard in a bar.

"Dates, you better speak English to me, or French, and since I can find it here, it means that your disguises mean nothing to me. Leaning forward slightly, the tower man said in a voice that could only be heard by the two of them.

"Who are you? Where did you hear the name date?" In an instant, the eyes of the old bastard in the bar changed, from the cloudy state just now, to the light in the blink of an eye, it turned out that this old guy was also a hidden figure.

"Date, 55 years old this year, from the border Berber tribe, whose real identity is a secret organization in Morocco, one of the important leaders of the "Blue People". The "Blue People" group was founded in the late 70s of the last century, at first as a new political group in pursuit of free democratic will, but then slowly degenerated into an anti-government organization, so since the mid-90s, the members of the organization have been rounded up by the Moroccan government, in recent years, the organization has been operating secretly underground, relying on arms and drugs trafficking, to earn funds for activities, am I not wrong?"

In just a few words, the big man of the tower told the bottom of the old bastard in the bar clearly, which simply scared the other party half to death, and after seeing the old man in black, he showed a shocked look on his face, and instantly let go of the wine glass in his hand, and quickly touched the hand into his arms, probably preparing to pull out the gun.

It's a pity that the big man of the tower moved faster than the old man, his big fan-like hand stretched out and pressed, and immediately pressed the old man's hand, pressing it on the table, and he couldn't move half a point at all, if he competed in strength, the tower Khan was at least 3 times stronger than the old man in black.

"Calm down, you don't want to attract other people's attention, do you!" said the tower man coldly.

After two repeated attempts, the old man in black finally gave up, and when he looked at the big man of the tower with vicious eyes, he said in a low voice: "Who are you? from the government? You are here to arrest me this time?"

"Of course not, when did the Moroccan government start employing Westerners as secret police? ”

Hearing the big man of the iron tower say this, the old man in black was obviously relieved, and the hand he was holding down by the other party no longer struggled, his eyes first rolled slyly, and then he asked in a low voice: "Then what do you want?"

"I want a batch of weapons, and I have men. Seeing that the old man in black had relaxed his vigilance, the tower man simply withdrew his big hand and put on a posture of preparing to have a good talk with the other party.

"Hey, hey, you said it earlier, I was almost scared to pee my pants just now, there's no problem with you asking for a gun, Russian, American, and European goods are not a problem, but I can't help much in terms of manpower, but I may be able to introduce you to a few people, they are all outlaws who are willing to do anything for money, I hope it can meet your requirements." "When it comes to smuggling, the old man's philistine face is immediately revealed, and his eyes are full of greed.

"Don't fool me, I know that there are two Einsatzgruppen in your "Blue Man" organization, although the number is small, but the members are all veterans, and they can barely be used. Seeing that the old man was going to fight with himself again, the tower man immediately exposed him mercilessly.

But this time, the old man couldn't sit still anyway, and he looked at the Great Khan of the Iron Tower as if he had seen a ghost!

This Westerner, who was born in the face, even knows exactly the number and origin of the Einsatzgruppen he has organized, what kind of sacredness is this? If he harbors evil thoughts about himself, will the "Blue Man" organization be completely destroyed by the forces he represents in an instant?

The more I think about it, the more terrifying I become, and the more I think about it, the more terrifying I become!

When the old man's hand was about to move, and there was a tendency to stretch out into his arms again, the big man in the tower sitting opposite him directly took out two large stacks of banknotes, stacked them together, and handed them to the old man of dates very simply.

Looking at the banknote that was almost as high as the wine glass, the old man couldn't help but hesitate again, his expression was very embarrassed, he was afraid of the trouble brought by the tower man, and he couldn't refuse the temptation of this cash, and the whole person looked like he was going crazy with contradictions!

"Here is 200,000 dirhams, all as a deposit I gave you, after the deed is completed, I will pay you another two million dirhams, this money is enough for your Einsatzgruppen to make a one-out sortie, right?" said the tower man slowly, taking the most direct way, promising to persuade the old man with heavy profits.

“…… Allah, what are you going to do? Are you going to attack the king's convoy?" The old man was obviously in disarray, and in the face of this Westerner who knew everything about his organization, he had no cards to rely on, and judging from the current situation, it seemed that there was no second way to go except obedient cooperation.

"It's not that exaggerated, I just want you to help me kill a few people. ”

"Who??, the prince of the UAE?" the old mind of the date palm opened the assumption.