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Hou Wenjun, who was standing on the balcony of the Diplomatic Hotel in Tripoli, looked at the blue Mediterranean Sea in the distance with the sea breeze, and gently hugged Vinnie beside him and said, "After the matter here is dealt with, I will accompany you to Europe, are you ready?" "Hou Wenjun is already thinking about his next trip to Europe, he is going to take Pooh to 'invade' Europe in a high-profile manner.

Pooh, who was nestled on Hou Wenjun's chest, nodded lightly while enjoying the Mediterranean sunshine and said, "Thank you, Ah Jun." Hou Wenjun's words made her see the hope of the Sissi family to regain its former glory.

Hou Wenjun, who was stroking Pooh's blonde hair, just smiled at Vivi and didn't answer Pooh's words. What can he say in the face of Pooh's thanks? Thank you for being a shield for me? The 2,000 troops arranged by Hou Wenjun in Libya were under the banner of the Golden Rose Knights. In his plan, these 2,000 people may become 'terrorists' in the mouth of the European and American media at any time.

In the living room of the hotel suite, Xie Hao, who had just hung up the phone, had to go to the balcony to interrupt Hou Wenjun and Pooh's Wen Cun and said, "Hou Sheng, Chaiba just brought the phone, he wants to see you tonight." ”

Hearing this, Hou Wenjun still looked at the blue Mediterranean Sea in front of him, waved his hand at Xie Hao sideways, and said, "Got it, let him come over for dinner in the evening." Hou Wenjun knew what Chaiba meant, he didn't want to stay in Libya anymore, and wanted to go back to Pattaya to be his emperor. Of course, this is also what Hou Wenjun means, Pattaya also needs a general who can calm the field for himself.

Xie Hao nodded when he heard this, and consciously left this short free time to Hou Wenjun and Pooh. Turning around and walking back to the living room, he picked up Hou Qianqian, who was playing on the carpet, and walked out of Hou Wenjun's room.

Chaiba, who was stationed at the former US military base in Misrata, 180 kilometers away from Tripoli, was rushing to Tripoli by car, and Chaiba, who had been in Libya for more than two months, was tired of the beaches and sunshine in Libya, and he was urging the driver to increase the accelerator when he just wanted to go home.

Chaiba, who was talking to the driver, didn't notice that a young man in an Arabic robe was secretly watching them with a telescope in the grass in the distance. This person's name is Muyezadeh is a junior intelligence officer of the US IA in Libya, don't look at the 26-year-old Muyezadeh this year, he is not very old, but he has served for IA for nearly six years, and he is a very mature agent.

Recording the time when Chaiba and the others left the barracks, Muyezadeh, who was hidden in the grass, whispered softly in the direction of Tripoli, and took it as his mission to push away the card and miscellaneous fee dictatorship and establish a **** government, and secretly wrote down a card and miscellaneous fee traitor account in his heart.

Picking up the walkie-talkie, Muyezadeh began to inform his superiors in the city of Misrata that they had left by car, and that in order to monitor the military base nearby, Muyezadeh had crawled to the location on foot.

"Mr. Miller, I'm Muyezadeh, the people on the other side have come out, their top commander is in a car in the direction of Tripoli, I can't keep up with them, I need you to arrange someone else to monitor."

Miller, who was sitting in the hotel room drinking beer and teasing two Libyan Arab beauties, picked up the walkie-talkie a little impatiently after hearing the information from Muyezadeh on the walkie-talkie and said, "Okay, I know, I will arrange someone to monitor, just guard the gate of the barracks, and report any situation at any time, over." ”

After speaking, Miller, who put down the walkie-talkie, turned around and hugged the two beauties beside him, and said with a smile: "My beauties, let's continue." ”

As one of the IA intelligence officers in Libya, Miller has long been corrupted by local life, this is not a movie, the life of the IA intelligence officers with high salaries and reimbursable invoices at any time has long been corrupted to the extreme, and the work they should have done has also been 'outsourced' to those Libyan idiots who have been brainwashed by Hollywood movies, all he has to do is to sit at home and wait for the information below to come over, and then integrate it and send it to the IA intelligence headquarters in the United States.

Yes, Miller doesn't even have to pay a penny to the Libyans who have been developed into the Belt and Road Party, anyway, the card and miscellaneous fees have to be paid to these Libyans every month, and Miller only needs to give them the title of junior intelligence officer on behalf of the IA.

Miller has developed nearly 100 Libyan youths who have nothing to do and are rich and idle, and the intelligence gathering work that should have been done by him has long been handed over to this group of Libyan young people who have been brainwashed by the ****ism shown in Hollywood movies. The Belt and Road Leaders brought him more detailed and in-depth information than he had come out to gather on his own, after all, a significant part of Libyans were still wary of foreigners.

Of course, Miller didn't care about this base because the IA headquarters had already greeted him, and this base was used by their American allies.

While Miller continued to enjoy his life, Muyezadeh was now lying in the grass under the scorching North African sun and continued to observe the situation of the military base with a telescope.

The slogan of the government did give this group of idle Libyan young people the motivation to 'move forward', but they forgot that when Kazafei overthrew the Idris feudal dynasty, they pursued **** more than them. The reason why Libya failed to achieve a referendum is just that the land of the Middle East does not need ****.

(The Middle East and Africa are full of military strongmen or feudal dynasties, there are objective reasons for this, and in this land, **** is really not applicable.) The Middle East is mainly because of religion, and Africa is mainly because of economic reasons, but there is also something in common between the two, which is the tribal system. ）

It took a four-hour bus ride from Misrata in the afternoon to Tripoli, 180 kilometers away, and the desert roads in Libya were so bad that even the Mitsubishi SUV they drove was difficult to navigate.

Under the starlight in the sky, Chaiba finally walked into the diplomatic hotel where Hou Wenjun was before 8 o'clock in the evening.

Hou Wenjun, who was sitting in the private room of the hotel, looked at Chaiba who pushed open the door, beckoned with a smile on his face, pointed to the chair next to him and said, "Chaiba, this trip to North Africa has been hard for you." ”

Hearing Hou Wenjun's words, the tanned black man showed his snow-white teeth, smiled and waved his hand, "This is what I should do." Chaiba knew that with Hou Wenjun's words, his return to Thailand was basically decided.

After Guess Ba took a seat, Hou Wenjun smiled and said, "You have worked hard, after signing the contract with Mr. Ka Miscellaneous Fee tomorrow, you will go to Europe with me for a walk, and we will go back to Thailand together." Hou Wenjun briefly explained to him the arrangements after that, Guess Ba can lead the team to Libya, and it is indeed a great achievement for the Hou Group, and it is necessary to comfort him.

Hearing this, Chaiba picked up the wine glass and touched it with Hou Wenjun and said, "Thank you Mr. Hou for your cultivation, Chaiba is not hard." As he spoke, he drained the glass of red wine.

Hou Wenjun smiled and waved his hand and said, "Drink it slowly, this is the red wine that Mr. Ka Miscellaneous Fei specially reserved for me, good things come like cows chewing peonies, good wine needs to be tasted slowly." ”

Chaiba smiled embarrassedly, turned his head to look at the door of the private room, and then said softly to Hou Wenjun with a stern face, "Mr. Hou, Mohammed's side has already made preparations, and the operation related to Egypt can be carried out at any time." (To be continued.) )