Olympic Hotel Mogadishu.

This is the most central part of the city, and the dictator Aideed is working with the treasurer Omar. Sharon and foreign spokesperson Monhami. Hassan. Ava drank afternoon tea.

At least that's what he thinks, although he hates white people very much, but I have to say that this afternoon tea is really emotional.

Aideed looks very ordinary, and his figure is also very thin, but his eyes have their own murderous intent, the little finger of his right hand holding the cup has been broken, and his voice is soft, "I heard that there are three transport planes coming to Mogadishu airport?" Did you hear the news? ”

"It's an American transport plane called The savior."

"What?" Aideed asked.

"A batch of munitions." Oumar crossed his fingers and patted the table lightly, "The news from the airport line, he said, saw several tanks, and helicopters. As he spoke, his eyes glanced at Aideed, who had followed him for more than ten years, since he was a general in the Somali government, and he knew exactly what virtues the other party had.

Beast, greedy, vicious!

There are rumors outside that Aideed has eaten people like the three tyrants of Africa, and Ouma can guarantee that this is definitely not a rumor, in the Ogaden War, Aideed had cannibalism, and also said to Ouma and other people close to him, "Human flesh is salty." ”

Sure enough, when Aideed heard this, his eyes instantly turned red.

"General, I suspect he has a background in other organizations behind him." Oumar hurried.

"Other organizations? You mean the American consortium? ”

Aideed's face was greedy, he was arrogant, but he was also not stupid enough to lose his mind, which is ridiculous, he was now in an unstable position, thinking more about the surrounding environment, and when he sat in the position of the fifth president of Somalia, he began to go crazy, robbing United Nations humanitarian supplies, intercepting and killing peacekeepers, beating diplomats from other countries, and even disagreeing with the United States.

He still has brains.

"It is not ruled out that there is such a possibility, those Il-76 transport planes are Soviet goods, and only a few large airlines are equipped with them, and the price in the market is not low, South African Airways once sent people to contact them, but the Soviets asked for 50 million US dollars each." As Aideed's steward, he is very sensitive to money, and he is also more concerned about current affairs, which has been published in the South African Daily.

50 million US dollars, and now there are 3 planes at Mogadishu airport, so this plane alone is worth more than 100 million?

Hammy swallowed his saliva next to him, then felt rude and quickly lowered his head.

Aideed didn't care about this at this time, he was also shocked by this number, Mogadishu is the capital of Somalia, he has a lot of ways to make money, but now all his net worth can only buy a little more than one, which makes him a little depressed.

"General, in fact, we can find out his details first." Oumar had a nimble mind and knew that Aideed wanted to swallow it, but he was a little jealous, so he thought of a way, "You can organize a birthday party and invite him to it, I think, a lot of questions will be clear." ”

"But it's a long time before my birthday." Aideed frowned.

"Nope! General, whenever you want a birthday, you can do it, Mogadishu is never under God's control, it only has the surname Aideed! Ouma deserves to be the first dog's leg, this is said to have a deep meaning, licking is valuable, Aideed has a bad brain, turned for a while, only to understand the truth, patted Ouma on the shoulder and smiled sharply, the ugly eyes themselves looked even more terrifying.

He was the only one in the entire Olympic Hotel who dared to laugh.

Those staff members didn't dare to look up, this is also Aideed's way, the untouchables can't look directly at their great leader!

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Namibia. Belilpo!

Exchanges between the rebels and government forces have continued and have become more intense for some political reasons.

Gould had cartridge casings in his ears, a G41 automatic rifle in his arms, this gun was not black, it was covered in earth, and dirt was stuck in the lower covering slot, and he himself was covered with black dirt, with a cigarette in his mouth, and a box of matches in his hand, but his hand was shaking, and the back of his hand was full of scars.

"Damn it!"

Gould cursed in a low voice and took a deep breath, just now he was almost hit by a sniper, the guy was not skilled, and hit the wall on the head door, but he was still scared and weak.

I threw the matchbox to the side, spit out the cigarette, hesitated and touched the pants, put it under my nose and smelled it, but fortunately, it didn't smell anything...

"Boss, boss!" At this moment, Barceló, the deputy head of the dog-headed mercenary group, bent over and shouted.

"What do you say? Be louder! Gould frowned, and all he could see was the other man's mouth moving and his voice faint.

Barceló pulled the empty bullet casing from Gould's ear, pinched it in his hand, and handed the phone over, "Someone is looking for you." ”

"Who?"

"Robert. Plum. ”

Gould naturally thought of the Chinese in his mind, and the other party said that he would fund himself every month, did he write a letter? At the thought of this, he patted his ass and half-squatted, "Hey, sir." He pressed his other hand to his left ear, and his voice pulled, "What are your commands?" ”

"I'm having afternoon tea, yes, there are a lot of people next to me, it's very lively."

Barcelo blinked, stood on tiptoe and glanced out the window, the street was full of holes blown out by shells, was this afternoon tea? The head of the regiment said this big thing is really characteristic.

"What? Let's come to Somalia? Hire us? I'm going to think about it, okay, I'll call you when I'm done, how long? Half a day is fine. Gould dropped the phone to Barceló, who was curious, "Chief, are we going to Somalia?" ”

"The Chinese said they were willing to hire us, and I'm still thinking about it."

"Somalia is good! It's a much safer place than it is here. Barcelo laughed and said, "And there's money to be made, God, that guy must be crazy." ”

Gould picked up the cigarette on the floor again, put it under his nose and sniffed it vigorously, as if looking at an idiot, "Do you think the arms dealers will go to a safe place?" The more chaotic they are, the more they have business, and the Chinese are believers in the devil, and they will be unlucky wherever they go. ”

"That's... So we're not going? ”

"Why not!" Gould glared, this time Barcelo was confused, scratching his head for some reason, the former picked out his nose, rubbed his hands, and said after playing away, "But we don't believe in God, we believe in dollars!" money。 ”

The purpose of mercenaries: give up everything for money! Except for life!

"Let's assemble the guys, we'll leave, Belilpo and I'm going to get moldy." Gould bent down the wall and called out to Barceló, who was just about to leave, "By the way, call Nawit too, and tell him, that gentleman, has come to Africa." ”

……