"Sir, our boss said that if you have time, you can go to him for tea, and when the time comes, hopefully in the United States."

Osborne stuck his head out of the driver's seat, called out to Grant, and relayed the words of Don Dao to him, who stopped, did not look back, but pricked up his ears and listened, and walked towards the camp, where the adjutant was already waiting at the door, and as soon as he entered, the latter met him and glared at the ogre, who only raised his middle finger at him.

American?

Amazing, huh?

I can take a few RPGs!

"Lieutenant Colonel Grant, your wife made an ocean-going call just now."

"What did he say?" Pulsatilla asked with a slight movement in his eyes.

"Your daughter was admitted to a Princeton public elementary school in the United States."

Even the adjutant was surprised, the admission standards of Princeton's public elementary schools are very strict, the selection is elite, and the fairness and democracy that Americans pay attention to are actually a lie at the beginning, all the educational resources are so large, you have to grab and fight, after all, some people were born in Rome.

And the plutocrats, in order to consolidate themselves, came up with another word, "donation".

Donations can go to elementary school, junior high school, university, and all the way to politics.

Looking at Grant like this, his daughter doesn't look like a smart species, is this guy a hidden rich man?

Grant was slightly distracted, and there was a sentence lingering in his head: it is not emotions that determine whether you cry or laugh, but money.

The so-called happiness of the poor.

Deceive oneself as well as others!

…

When Cecilio's body was tied to the gates of Mogadishu by Aideed's bandits.

All the surrogates kept their mouths shut.

All of them know that a war that decided the arms business in Somalia is over.

The one who had the last laugh was the Asian American!

Do you know how disgusting the faces of capitalists are?

He can drink with your enemies during the day and discuss how to kill you, or he can run to your room at night and kneel and stick out his tongue to learn a dog, as long as you give him something to eat, that's enough.

Mogadishu.

Lao Chen Chinese Restaurant.

This is a well-known restaurant in the local area and even in Somalia, the owner has been here for 20 years, it turned out to be a Chinese medicine to open a medical hall, come here to take a look, NMB, the face can not see the soldiers, the tongue coating is also black, there is still a smell on the pulse, he is angry and he directly lifted the table, put down the acupuncture and picked up the rice spatula.

Lao Chen is about 60 years old, the years have carved wrinkles on his face, half of his hair is gray, he has no daughter-in-law in his hometown, but he picked up a baby boy in Mogadishu, and when he is a son, he can have a pension in the future.

Normally he closes his doors in the afternoon, and the situation in Mogadishu is very volatile, and on several occasions he was almost killed, the most important of which was when a bird shell exploded in the doorway, and the wall was blown into a large hole, and if he hadn't dodged quickly, he would have almost been crushed to death.

It also put a lot of mental pressure on him.

But you can make money in this place, there are peacekeepers or some mercenaries, and you don't feel distressed at all if you spend dozens of dollars on a meal, and you can earn a few more years and go back with your adopted son, which can be regarded as a return to the roots.

Bang bang bang!

Not long after Lao Chen closed the door, he heard a violent slamming of the door, he looked at his 16.7-year-old adopted son, put his finger on his mouth, motioned to the other party not to make a sound, and whispered to himself, "Go and bring the gun on it." ”

The black baby nodded, tiptoed upstairs, and in a few seconds, came down like a monkey, holding a Beretta 38 submachine gun in his hand, which was already a product of the Second World War period, produced by the Italian Beretta company.

Although he was old, Lao Chen bought it for $70 for self-defense.

Somalia is just too much of a mess.

"Old man, why don't you go open the door and I'll take a gun?" As soon as Heiwa opened her mouth full of Sichuan flavor, she was a little reluctant to let go.

"Melon cowardice!" After Lao Chen scolded, he snatched the submachine gun over, and looked through a blank eye, there were two white men in suits standing outside, looking anxious, and occasionally looking at their watches, these two people don't look like thugs, as long as they are not locals, that's fine, he opened a gap slightly, and said in his glancing English, "Two, sir, I'm sorry, we're closed." ”

"Walter, I'll give you the money." One of them took out a stack of dollars from his pocket and handed it over, "We've got you covered here." ”

This stack should be in the thousands.

Lao Chen, who saw the money, suddenly burst into flames, realized that this was a big customer, and was busy asking people to open the door and beckon the other party to come in.

He knew from the other party that there were a few bigwigs who wanted to be treated here, and the guest was an Asian.

For the sake of the dollar, he covered the meal.

It was only later that he found that the dinner seemed to be a bit big.

At about four o'clock in the afternoon, the adopted son ran in and told him that there were many people outside, and they were all carrying weapons.

More than a dozen strong men with guns sat in the corner by the door, and three middle-aged men in suits sat around a table, their faces were all nervous or anxious, Lao Chen pricked up his ears and could only hear: "Nicholas... Don't go too far..."

Suddenly, a burning smell rushed into his nostrils, and he turned the corner and ran in with a slap on his thigh, almost burning.

…

5:17 p.m.

A BTR-80 armored personnel transporter opens the way in front, and three BTR-152 armored vehicles in the back, with machine guns on them, bullets pushed to load, heavily armed employees, this is a hard stone, anyone who looks at it has to worry about three points.

The bigwigs who had already received the news walked out side by side, saw this posture, looked at each other, and saw the worry and helplessness in their eyes at the same time.

Most of the companies behind them don't focus on the North African market.

But they want to be just right!

The profits of Somalia are also destined for how much dividends they will receive.

It has a lot to do with their own interests, but when they saw this, they suddenly understood that sooner or later the other party might think that the Somali market is too small, and that the dollar that can be squeezed out of a country with a total population of 10 million is limited.

Tang Dao got down from the 152 armored car, ripped off his suit, and when he looked up, he saw three big guys standing on the steps with smiles on their faces.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Nicholas." A white man with glasses and pigtails was the first to reach out in a Nordic tone to say hello.

"It's a pleasure to see you again, Mr. Franteske."

Franteske. Kuski is the agent of the old Czech arsenal Ceska Zbrojovka, which translates to: "Seska-Zbyjovka" factory, which is a well-known firearms manufacturer in Northern Europe, for example, the CZ83 pistol and CZ75 pistol are its masterpieces, which have been performed in actual combat.

Seeing him take the lead, the other two people were not to be outdone and hurriedly said hello.

One of these two is, the agent of Argentine Domingo Matte, and the other is a gangster, a slightly powerful foreign trade agency in North Africa, the foreign trade company of this era, to put it bluntly, is not a smuggling company, just dressed in sheep's clothing, it looks gentle, but are they sheep? Grinning, still a wolf.

"Don't stand here, let's go in and talk." Tang Dao saw that a few people were restrained, but instead turned against the customer, smiled and took the lead in walking into the restaurant, and looked at it a few times, very satisfied, this place is very clean in Mogadishu.

They all stood, and only after Tang Dao was seated did the others sit down.

Before you know it, he's already in the driver's seat.

"I haven't eaten Chinese food for a long time, I smell the fragrance, is it time to serve?" Tang Dao propped his knees and asked left and right, and an employee behind Frantesk ran towards the kitchen and beckoned.

Lao Chen nodded hurriedly, "Right away." ”

A backhand slap on the adopted son's head, "Melon cowardice, don't look at it, serve the food!" ”

……