Conan. Klein looked in the mirror very carefully and straightened his head, swiped the air bangs to the left, the whites of his eyes were covered, and now it looked completely dark, but Conan nodded with obvious satisfaction, picked up the trench coat hanging on the hanger, pushed open the door and heard the applause and shouting outside.

He walked out in confusion, the African sun was a little dazzling, his pupils shrank protectively, he raised his hand to cover the sun, and when he got used to it a little, he opened his eyes and saw that there were many more gun-wielding people around... Mercenary? Many of them were fresh faces, which he hadn't seen at all yesterday, and in the middle, Tang Dao was fighting a white man half a head taller than him.

Conan raised his eyebrows, became interested, found a position, and watched the battle with great interest.

"Huh? Sir, are you up? Robert, who happened to be sitting next to him, turned his head to look at the movement when he heard the movement, and said with a smile, holding a few compressed biscuits in his hand, and handed them over, "Breakfast presses the stomach." ”

Conan was black, but he was very sophisticated.

After following the boss for a long time, he always thought that he was superior, so he didn't want to eat what others had eaten, but he still waved his hand very politely, "Thank you, I'm not hungry, what's going on?" ”

Robert picked up the biscuit and stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it a few times, and slurred, "That Hungarian wants to compare with the boss." ”

"Oh?" Conan looked at Tang Dao and Bai Man, the two were about the same height, but the latter's weight was obviously more muscular, and his arms were almost thicker than Tang Dao's calves, "How is Mr. Nicholas's hand-to-hand combat?" ”

Robert's face was weird, his face was wrinkled, he hummed, and finally made a comparison, "If you follow Arabic numerals, then the boss should be two, and he has not been systematically trained, so he will have to suffer a little." ”

"Fakfak! I throw in the towel. ”

As soon as Robert finished speaking, he heard the white man fall to the ground, his face was kneeling on Tang Dao's knees, pressed underneath, and as soon as his wrist was parted, the aching white man patted the ground and admitted defeat.

Thing!

Most of the mercenaries around shouted dissatisfiedly, and reluctantly threw out the dollars in their hands, and the people of the kobold mercenary group bent down to pick it up with a smile on their faces, and they were very angry and counted the money in front of everyone, almost not people off.

Robert and Conan glanced at each other, a burst of crows flew overhead, and embarrassment flashed on the former's face, he had just sworn that the boss couldn't do it, and now he was slapped in the face, and he had a toothache.

Conan shrugged, patted him on the shoulder, stood up, patted the ash on his pants, and walked towards Tang Dao, giving him a thumbs up. "Awesome, I didn't think Mr. Nicholas was still a master of hand-to-hand combat."

"It's just that Mr. Hume asked me." Tang Dao stretched out his hand to pull the white man up, with a gentle smile on his face, which made the white man's original depression in his heart also disperse a lot, so he could only stick his waist and smile helplessly, seeing that Conan was looking for Tang Dao, he didn't say much, turned around and left with his head down.

Conan pulled the sleeve of his trench coat, looked left and right, and walked side by side with Tang Dao.

"My boss has agreed to eat this batch of goods, but I hope the price is a little cheap."

Tang Dao raised his forehead, even if he had a hunch, but when it was confirmed, he was still a little excited in his heart, and he tried his best to endure the mood swings, but as soon as he spoke, his voice still fluctuated a little, "Of course, I can give you a discount of 20% off." ”

Twenty percent off?

This obviously couldn't satisfy Conan's appetite, he shook his head, "Those six BTR-40s as gifts, three other cargo T-64s for 2 million US dollars, and other guns, we will pay 1 million US dollars, as long as you agree, we can pay on the spot." ”

Tang Dao turned his head suddenly, and he couldn't help but laugh a little, "Are you kidding?" Conan. Mr. Klein. ”

"Nope! I've always been very strict about business. Conan said solemnly, "I just think they're worth so much." ”

All three million US dollars, this is too far from the transaction amount in Tang Dao's heart, he definitely can't agree, however, he is definitely not willing to give up this business, so he can only take a step back, "I can give you three BTR-40s, and the remaining three are a total of 850,000 US dollars, as for tanks, 2.5 million US dollars, and 1.7 million US dollars for guns, this is my bottom line and my greatest sincerity." ”

"Mr. Nicholas, my boss invited you to Central Africa for his birthday party." Conan frowned, and suddenly spoke.

Well?

Tang Dao didn't understand why the other party's words changed abruptly, and he chattered, but he instantly understood the meaning of the other party, which was nothing more than telling him that his boss had a great background.

"Oh? Can I find out who Mr. Conan is working for? ”

"His Majesty the Emperor of Central Africa, Bokassa!" Conan stared at Tang Dao, this ugly face was distorted, but there was still a bit of fanaticism in his eyes, but Tang Dao did not show a shocked face as he imagined, but twisted his brows, his face was serious, and he became very puzzled, looking Conan up and down, and as soon as he spoke, it made Lao Hei's face even darker.

"You're not going to pay in installments, are you?"

This made Conan angry, his breath was short, and he gritted his teeth, "What are you kidding!" ”

Tang Dao shrugged, "I'm just curious. ”

If Bokassa was still in power, maybe he wouldn't have asked that, but this guy was ousted in 1979 and is still buying weapons and equipment, does he want to make a comeback?

If you want to say this Bokassa, it is really famous, and it is also a legend, and the former President of Uganda and the former President of Zaire Mobutu are called the three tyrants of Africa, he has too many stories, what cannibalism, dictatorship is very much, but the same Tang Dao cares most is that he knows that Bokassar built a private castle, bought more than a dozen residences, villas and estates in Switzerland and France, and owned a large number of private cars in Paris. He has more than a billion dollars in deposits in his bank account.

Bokassa was married 13 times, and each time he got married, he went around raising money and looting people's fat and ointment. An emperor's coronation, which not only emptied the treasury, but also owed a large amount of foreign debt. After the coronation ceremony, employees of public enterprises did not receive their salaries for several months. Subsequently, scholarships and grants for university students also began to be discontinued. In order to make up for the deficit in the state treasury and repay the debt, Bokassa ordered that the salaries of employees be suspended for several months, and the payment of grants to college students should be suspended, and taxes should be levied in advance for three years. Shortly thereafter, it was announced that the people of the empire, young and old, were members of the country's only political party, the Black African Social Development Movement. Those who have reached the age of 18 must pay party dues. Those who refuse to pay must serve 1 to 6 months of hard labor.

This is none of Tang Dao's business, anyway, it is a family affair, and only those who are idle and have nothing to do shout about human rights and interfere in other people's internal affairs.

What Tang Dao cares about is that after this guy steps down, will he still have the money?

Is this more than a business?

Conan felt the other party's suspicion, and his teeth itched with hatred, "We still have this money." ”

Tang Dao fully demonstrated what is called a face-changing stunt, and the originally restrained smile unfolded again, looking fake, "I love to joke, of course, His Majesty the Emperor will definitely not worry about me as a businessman." ”

He didn't have any respect.

That guy is an old man who is out of breath, and now he is tossing so much, he must be doing nonsense in private, Tang Dao is thinking, or after getting the payment, he will sell the news to the French!

It should still be worth a few pounds.

Thinking of this, he looked at Conan's eyes, full of enthusiasm.

Moving and alive "Dawit" (figure on 100 banknotes).

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