Davis, who had been resting his arms on the handle of the boss's chair and resting his feet on the desk, and was looking at Kira Oppenheim unscrupulously, stiffened, and the flirtatious smile disappeared in an instant.

Davis put his feet down from the desk in a little panic, and the wine glass he held in his hand was like a plague, and he put it aside, and the family opened the mountain of papers on the edge of the table, and said in a somewhat childish hurry, "Tell that guy that I don't have time, I still have a lot of things to deal with, my work is all full, anyway, I don't have time to see him." You just tell him, anyway, help me reject him. ”

After becoming Davis Rothschild's assistant, Kira Oppenheim has never seen such a flustered Davis, this guy has always been lazy to the point of giving up on himself, doing everything is slow, of course, finding a model to sleep is an exception, Davis at this time...... Kira looked at Davis, this family member was holding a document in his hand, but his eyes were rolling from side to side, although the distance was a little far, but Kira still clearly felt that this guy's aura had changed a lot.

Is he afraid of that Middle Eastern?

Kira felt a sudden sense of excitement.

He was afraid of the Middle Easterner.

"But I have already told him that tomorrow morning you will be free." Kira looked innocent and pitiful, "So, I set the meeting time for nine o'clock tomorrow morning." ”

"No~ No, no. Tomorrow morning, I'm not available, I've already made arrangements. Call him, call him, tell him that tomorrow won't work. ”

"But, tomorrow morning, don't you have any other plans?" As Davis's assistant, how could Kira not know Davis's schedule, his schedule was always empty. Even at night, as long as he doesn't go hunting for nightclubs and fooling around with models, his schedule is always empty.

"When I say there is an arrangement, there is an arrangement. Push him off for me! Davis suddenly roared.

Kira didn't feel scared at all, on the contrary, the excitement in her heart for being able to provoke Davis jumped to another level, "Okay, I got it." ”

Kira exited Davis's office with a "grievance" look.

As soon as the office door closed, Davis jumped out of his boss's chair.

What to do. What to do, what exactly should be done? How did Omar chase that guy to Johannesburg?

Davis paced back and forth, his brow furrowed, and he looked anxious.

Isn't it enough to blow up your own Raffi estate with an RPG?

What else does he want?

Not to mention that he didn't complete the task he had entrusted to him, he was beaten into the cold palace by his family and sent to South Africa, a place where birds don't shit, he was miserable enough, what did that bastard Omar want!

"Those Muslims are simply people who eat people and don't spit out bones. Get involved with them, and you want to get rid of them for the rest of your life. ”

Davis suddenly remembered what his cousin, David Rothschild, had said.

Are these guys going to be wiped out?

Davis grabbed the red wine that was placed on the table and took a hard sip, pulling his neckline. Unbuttoned again, and wiped his hair with his hands.

Johannesburg is no longer a place for him to stay.

Davis, who had made up his mind, quickly walked out of the office.

"Davis, where are you going?" Kira, sitting at the door of her office, didn't call Mullah Omar at all. She knew very well why the Middle Eastern man had scared Davis so much. Seeing Davis hurrying out of the office, Kira immediately stood up and asked.

Davis didn't even look back as if he hadn't heard.

Kira grabbed her bag. I quickly followed.

Davis didn't bother to pay attention to his fiancée, and he hurried to the side of the elevator.

"Where are you going, Davis?"

Davis tilted his head and kept looking at the elevator floor lights, as if he hadn't heard Kira's voice.

The elevator doors opened, and Davis walked straight inside.

"Don't follow me." Before the elevator doors closed, Davis pushed Kira out of the elevator and said in a deep voice.

Kira's curiosity is truly great.

The elevator quickly reached the basement.

It's just that Davis didn't even have time to get into the car, and several Middle Easterners surrounded him on the side of the car.

Mullah Omar, wearing sunglasses, appeared behind Davis.

"Where are you going, Mr. Rothschild?"

Davis's body stiffened all at once.

The Taliban's most brutal founder, the one-eyed general Mullah Mohammed Omar, actually appeared to him once again.

Davis turned slowly, and several heavily armed Taliban fighters were facing him with AK47s.

Davis raised his hand, trying to calm his mood, but his voice was still a little trembling, "You didn't complete the task I gave you, and now, I have been sent to South Africa by my family. Lord Omar, where else can I go after you destroyed my Raffi estate with an RPG? ”

"Don't be afraid, my friend. You, you, and you, put your guns down, is this the etiquette you should have with our honored guests? Omar took off his sunglasses, revealing his sharp left eye and the shrapnel-soaked right eye, and he pressed one AK47 after another, smiling on his face, but in Davis's eyes, the smile turned into a hideous.

"On the heretical issue of Jerry Rothschel, I think we have the same consensus." Omar waved his hand, and the group of Taliban fighters stepped aside, but their eyes were still staring at Davis, as if they would pounce on him the next moment.

Looking at the bulging appearance of their chests, Davis could guess that these guys had bombs strapped to their bodies.

"So, friend, now I'm going to give you a second chance." Omar reached out and patted Davis on the shoulder, "The Taliban owe you a mission, you owe us some props. Now, just hand us over your props, and we'll complete the task we owe you, even to the ends of the earth. ”

"No way. I can't do it now! Davis knew what Omar was referring to, but now that someone else was in South Africa, it was impossible for him to get that many arms for this guy. Even if Omar's proposal was very appealing to him, who knows if these guys will take the arms and just pat their butts and leave!

These guys can do anything!

"You've already failed once, and you've blown up my Lafite estate, so why should I believe you again?"

"Give your American arms dealer friend a call, my friend in the U.S. can help you with that mission with just a few guns and bombs."

"Your people are in the United States?"

……

Lake Island Prison.

Omaha lay on the bed with a sluggish face, his ass already red and swollen. (To be continued......)