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"Brush!" With a bang, Liu Biao's sharp dagger swept through the air, and the rope that was packed with oil paper and tied up sturdy was broken into several pieces at once. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Good knife technique...... Ah......h

The old man couldn't help but admire Liu Biao's swift knife technique, but before the words fell, his whole body was sluggish, and his half-lying body also sat up, stiffly erect.

Money!

A bunch of money!

A lot of money!

The neat pile of money, although most of it was still wrapped, but the cracks exposed by the broken ropes and oiled paper told him that it was all money, and it was the first time he had seen so much cash in his sixties as an excellent third-rate killer.

"How's it going, old man?" Liu Biao shook the dagger, with a smug face, he enjoyed the old man's shocked expression, and now Liu Biao couldn't wait to carry all these banknotes to the College of Arts and Sciences, put them at the door, and tell those classmates that he had made a fortune.

"You, you...... You ......" The old man's proud killer's unique calmness has been thrown out of the clouds, and he is a little incoherent, and anyone who suddenly sees so much cash will have a momentary confusion in his head.

"Hey, there's more!"

Liu Biao bent down triumphantly, waved the dagger again, and another package was opened again, this time, in order to pursue a gorgeous effect, Liu Biao specially cut the whole piece of kraft oil paper, and the stacks of dollars were completely exposed to the air, which made people produce a shocking visual effect.

"Those...... Those...... It's all ......" The old man gasped, his eyes widened, and he looked at the dozen or so large packages on the ground, which was beyond his imagination.

"Of course, do you want to take another look?" Liu Biao was completely immersed in that inflated vanity, and walked triumphantly to the other package to cut the package.

"Brother Biao, you cut it open, and you have to wrap it up, he believes it all over the old man, don't toss, okay?" Zhang Yang looked at the scattered stacks of banknotes on the ground that were deliberately kicked by Liu Biao and said depressedly.

"Oh...... Hehe......" Liu Biao smiled awkwardly and stopped the dagger he was about to swing.

"Where did you get that? Robbed the Reserve Bank of Somalia? The old man looked nervous, of course, more excited, seeing so many banknotes, there is no one who is not excited.

"No, it's the pirate we robbed, the pirate who captured you." Zhang Yang said.

"They have so much money?" The old man was stunned.

"Well, all this money was found in a small village about a hundred kilometers from Mogadishu, and judging from the circumstances at that time, it should have been transported from the village you mentioned, and as for the reason for preparing so many banknotes, I think, no one knows, because the original owners of these banknotes are dead, and now, this huge wealth belongs to us." Zhang Yang's tone was a little proud, indeed, he has proud capital, and he can rob nearly 100 million US dollars at a time, even in developed countries, it is not easy, of course, this time to get so much money, it is more luck.

"No wonder, no wonder!" The old man pondered for a while, then suddenly sighed.

"What's the wonder?" Zhang Yang asked.

"Now the situation in Somalia is tense, I estimate, there has been a mutiny recently, this pirate has gathered so much cash, it should be to buy the political axe of Somalia, otherwise, there is no need to prepare so much cash, in the month we stepped on the point, it was rumored that the political power in Somalia has changed, it should have something to do with this money...... Hehe, it looks like you're out of shit luck......"

"War?" Zhang Yang couldn't help but feel nervous, this Mogadishu is the capital of Somalia, every regime change starts here, if there is a war, the money he puts here is not safe, when the thousands of troops exchange fire, the power of the individual is very limited, when the time comes, where can so much money be protected.

"Hehe, don't worry, without money, no one will work hard, so, now Somalia, quieter than ever, those military figures, without the domination of money, will not launch a coup d'état, you know, every time a coup is launched, the more enemies you set for yourself, not all soldiers hope to rely on a coup d'état to get to power, and it is not bad to be able to hold military power in peace." The old man immediately understood Zhang Yang's thoughts and explained.

Zhang Yang did not know that since the fall of the Siad regime in 1991, Somalia has been in a state of armed division by warlords and a fragmented country. The various factions in the country have been fighting and stopping, and through continuous differentiation and combination, a pattern of Mogadishu factions such as Somaliland, Puntland, Rahanwenland, and Aideed has gradually formed. The international community has mediated the issue 12 times, but to no avail.

However, in 2000, the situation in Somalia was relatively calm and the peace process made positive progress. In May, Djibouti presided over the Somali National Peace Conference (also known as the "Arta Peace Conference"), which was dominated by Somali civilian forces, adopted the Somali Transitional Charter in July, and elected the first parliament and the first president of Somalia in August after a decade of civil war. On August 27, the new president, Abdikassim, was sworn in. In October, the Sosot Transitional Political Axe was established.

After the new regime came to power, it successively put forward a series of measures to clean up the country, such as restoring order in the capital, disarming the militia, and reconciling the tribes. Most of them are foreign journalists, and some offices are simply stationed in hotels, and the precautions against political axes are also quite strict.

Of course, the most important of these is that in the event of a mutiny, warlords generally avoid attacking these international institutions, which are mostly here to rebuild Somalia...... Let Zhang Yang and them unexpectedly, an accidental thing, actually nip a military coup in the bud.

If it is true that this nearly 100 million US dollars is invested in poor Somalia, which is enough to influence all political and military forces, I have to say that this person's ambitions are terrifying, and of course, the investment is even greater.

Thinking of these, everyone couldn't help but sigh for a while, the dead fat man would never have thought that he would die before he succeeded, and he died inexplicably, until he died, he didn't know what the reason was, a person who was supposed to be a prominent person, but he was already naked [***] buried under the turf without a tombstone...... "Old man, aren't you in a hurry?" Just when everyone was in a daze, Liu Biao suddenly asked.

"What am I anxious about...... Ah......h

The old man jumped down violently, his body was extremely agile, and he rushed into the bathroom in the stunned eyes of Zhang Yang and Liu Biao, and immediately, he heard the sound of water.

Five minutes, maybe less than five minutes, the old man rushed out wrapped in a bath towel and revealing his bony arms.

"Publicity, hurry! Fast! Immediately call the hotel to arrange a hairdresser, well, and clothes, a set of beige suits in size XX, a dozen white shirts in size XX, well, a pair of rose-colored ties, a dozen panties in size XX, a dozen white socks, a dozen black socks, a pair of leather shoes in size XX in various styles, belts, lighters, mobile phones...... All the best......"

"What are you looking at me for?" The old man finally breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the stunned Zhang Yang and Liu Biao and asked.

"Ahem......" Zhang Yang didn't speak, kept coughing, found a few clothes, sheets and other things, covered the exposed banknotes, took a few stacks of dollars and put them in his pocket, and walked out.

"Old man, you ...... You...... Why do you want a dozen shorts? There are all kinds of leather shoes and socks, what do you want so many for? Liu Biao asked with wide eyes as he looked at the old man with wet hair on his forehead.

"It's better to buy more, we can all wear it, and throw it away when we change it." The old man took a comb and combed the sparse hairs, and said disapprerovitically.

"That...... The key is...... The size XX shorts, and the size XX leather shoes, Zhang Yang and I can't wear them......" Liu Biao said depressedly.

"Oh...... I forgot, anyway, you have money, the key is, there is no time to go out to buy now, the old man and I have always been suave, the image of a talent appeared in front of the old woman, this time, with so much money, naturally can't be casual! The old man looked left and right in front of the mirror, and finally gave up combing his hair, and was locked up in the dungeon for more than a month.

“…… We have money anyway...... Old man, this is our money, not yours...... Hey, what are you doing? Liu Biao was suddenly in a hurry.

(To be continued)