The news reached the ears of the little angel as soon as possible.

He immediately notified the employees of the building to come over, and he stood on the side, intentionally or unintentionally.

Now you can't shoot, and if you do, you can't guarantee safety.

Of course, the little angel also gives the sniper autonomy to shoot directly if he notices that something is wrong.

The female reporter kept staring at the camera, not hearing any footsteps outside the door, as if she saw the "Pulitzer Prize" waving to her.

Bang!

Just when she was still immersed in her own world, the door was kicked open from the outside, and several strong men rushed in front and back, holding pistols, and shouting, "Get down!" ”

Female reporters are scared...

Especially when being pointed at gunpoint, how many people can maintain the most fundamental calm?

"Gentlemen, this is the camera, I'm the journalist."

As she spoke, she lay down and held her head, a familiar gesture that you would most like to know in this place in Somalia is how to raise your hands.

It's like mold in the first lesson, their instructors will teach them how to say "I surrender" in Chinese, of course, in the late fifties.

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"I'm a journalist." The little angel sitting in the car whispered to Brother Pony, and the latter's expression moved, "Do you want to deal with it?" ”

"That's a little tricky."

"Then when the matter is over, let her go, but the contents of the camera are checked clearly, and you can't take them out." Brother Pony groaned and suggested.

The little angel also thinks that this proposal is not bad, reporters are creatures, unless you do a very beautiful job, don't let people catch the handle, otherwise there are countless businessmen who have fallen because of public opinion exposure, even if it is Eagle Sauce's handle, his pants are full of.

"When the funeral is over for me, I'll let him go." The little angel said.

Brother Xiao Ma nodded lightly, this kind of small matter doesn't need to be told to the boss at all, it can be solved by himself.

The convoy was driving on the roads of Mogadishu, and the rooftops on both sides were full of guarded soldiers, while the rest of the people had already been removed, of course, the Savior paid about 300,000 dollars for this, but the most basic guarantee was that it was safe and no one would get in.

Tang Dao didn't want this memorial service to turn into an for the attackers.

About forty minutes later, the convoy arrived at the headquarters in Mogadishu, where a pit had already been dug and when the coffin was lowered, the priest who had been invited prayed by, and the choir prayer was played on the stereo, hoping that John's soul would be favored by God and enjoy prosperity in the glory of the kingdom.

This set is down, and when the final filling is completed, it is truly over.

Look at the newly erected tombstones.

There is a motto written on it.

"Here sleeps a true soul who loves the world and embraces this peace."

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After a few minutes of silence, Tang Dao lowered his head and took off the hundred flowers pinned to his chest, placed them in front of the tombstone, and then turned around and left, without looking back at all.

In order to make the employees happy, they spent about $700,000 to create a relatively clean dining environment, including private rooms, and in order to allow North American employees who like bulking food to eat burgers and fries, they also purchased production machines, and recruited seven chefs who can cook a variety of dishes, including Italian, French, and German!

And the original old Chen Rong was promoted to supervisor.

The most important thing on this day is to eat, of course, you can't come nonsense.

Except for some unimportant supporting roles that accompanied Mister and others, Tang Dao was at the same table with Wood, Charley, and Horton, he held a wine glass, lightly touched the table, and stood up, "Thank you very much for rushing over to send John to the Lord's arms, let's have a toast together." After finishing speaking, before the others could react, they raised their heads and took a snort.

Looked stupid on the spot.

It's not that he hasn't seen a sip of red wine, but everyone is a person with status, shouldn't be very "modest", just as he was about to dry the wine glass, but heard "Bang!" With a loud bang, Tang Dao slapped the cup on the table, this time it was so abrupt that Horton felt that Uncle Charlie was startled next to him, which naturally attracted everyone's attention.

I saw Tang Dao stretch out his head, looked at Wood, and took the lead in attacking, "Mr. Wood, do you think I put Jeremy. How is Beverly disposed of? ”

Everyone in the private room was frightened by his behavior, and Clemens and Charlie looked at each other and frowned at the same time, they felt that Tang Dao was still obsessed with John's matter, and even clung to it.

As one of the bigwigs of the consortium, they actually have no special feelings for John's death at all, and their relationship with him is just a bond with Tang Dao.

Essentially, you want to make money, not cause trouble.

Miami has already given in, there is no need to start another war, right?

For the first time, Charlie and Clemens felt the urge to quit the group, and they flipped the table and stopped playing, but they were still reluctant to benefit.

Wood's brow moved, he looked up, and he was a little angry, but then he remembered what Michelle had said to him earlier, "That Asian is very good at provoking people's anger to achieve his goals, and he must remember not to listen to anything, just think he is a fart." ”

Wood listened very well to Michelle's words, and in the face of Tang Dao's provocation, he still had a smile on his cheeks, "Jeremy. It is unforgivable for Beverly to destroy the friendship between the Miami consortium and your consortium without our permission, and we have already expelled him. ”

This doesn't play according to the routine.

Tang Dao was obviously stunned, looking at Wood in front of him, the calm appearance of the other party made him feel a headache, he suddenly felt an inexplicable "heat" on the side of his face, and glanced to the side, and saw a young man sitting next to Wood looking at him with a very complicated look, with mixed tastes, he instantly turned the spearhead, leaned forward with a very aggressive body, and looked at each other with straight eyes, "Is this gentleman also from the Miami consortium?" I've never seen it before, and it looks like it's dead. Beverly, new talents can also appear, Michelle Even if they go to see God in the future, they don't have to worry about no one to take over in the future. ”

Wood wanted to reach out and grab the other party and ask him not to talk nonsense, but the other party didn't know what he thought in his heart, and he still held his head half-high, "Even if Jeremy. Beverly was killed by you, and Miami's younger generation won't break the line. ”

Fack!

Idiot!

"What are you talking about, Get!" Wood glared at him and pulled him down, but the other party was still stubborn.

"Mr. Wood, is this your hatred of me?" Tang Dao shook his head, "It turns out that I want to negotiate peace, but it's just such a luxury, it seems that Mr. Michelle and they still don't feel distressed, and besides, didn't he tell you?" I'm a person... Very grudgeful! ”

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