Sicili leaned over and glanced at the image on the monitor, and her face immediately became ugly, as a woman, her status today is even more hard-won, in order to chase power, she doesn't know how much black and white baptism she has to endure, she feels enjoyable, but also painful, almost every day she will have a bottle of lube and a bottle of painkillers in her bag, I don't know that she thinks she is working hard for the state, and what pain is there.

"Who is it?" Sicili resisted the urge to scold the street, and held back two words from between his teeth, believing that with her and Wilson joining forces, this guy who filmed the good things of the two would not escape death even if he hid to the ends of the earth.

When this woman saw the East Window incident, she was not thinking about how to remedy it, but thinking about how to retaliate, which is the so-called American logic, which can also be called bandit logic.

But then Wilson's answer made her panic, it can be said that there are so many people in this world that this pair of old lovers can't provoke, but it is one of them who says it.

"It's the president, he called just now, and if you don't pay the ransom of 10 billion now, then the damn alliance of the Strangers will post these things on the Internet, and it will be all over by then." Wilson's biggest fear now is not that Oba knows about his scandals, but that these things are known to netizens all over the world, and if that is the case, he and Siciri's political careers will come to an end, and they will have to endure the spitting of countless people.

When Siciri heard the word president, his whole body suddenly collapsed, like an eggplant beaten by autumn frost, wilted, and among the people in the world who could not be provoked, this senior black president was undoubtedly the number one.

"Fack!" Sicili shrugged her shoulders helplessly, and sat down on the floor like this, but she just sat down less than a second and bounced up with a scream, covering her feet very excitedly on August 15, why? A piece of broken porcelain from a coffee cup happened to burst into the seat where the secretary of state was sitting, and her seat was directly embedded in the chrysanthemum petal meat, and the painkillers in her bag came in handy again today.

"Oh honey, are you alright!" Wilson was about to step forward to check on Siciri's injury, but he didn't expect the phone on the table to ring again, grabbed it and put it to his ear, and subconsciously prepared to explain, when he suddenly heard a woman's voice on the phone, it turned out to be not the president.

"Dear General Wilson, I have decided not to go to Bingguo Island to collect the ransom, and it is not up to you to decide where to pay the ransom, because it is not in accordance with the rules." There was a hint of banter in the voice coming out of the microphone, and it was a great irony to Wilson's ears, it was the damn woman, she must have passed these things to the president.

Wilson seemed to be heard on the other end of the phone, and then he continued: "Yes, I gave a small gift to President Oba, I hope he will like it, and if you are not willing to do what I say, I believe that people all over the world will be willing to appreciate your old gun." ”

Wilson took a deep breath to calm the anger in his heart and said in a deep voice, "What do you want?" Hesili, who was on the side, could no longer care about the bloody 15th of August, and put his ears together to listen.

The other end of the phone suddenly fell silent, as if deliberately testing the patience of an old lover, and it took two minutes before the delicate voice sounded again: "Dear General Wilson, I now solemnly tell you that the location of the transaction is in the Seychelles waters, you will naturally know that the ransom is in the waters of Seychelles, by the way, I kindly remind you, if you take any uncalm actions, that little gift will become a treasure for netizens all over the world, thank you!" ”