Of course, this female reporter was not killed by Tang Dao.

It's so LOW!

Journalists are uncrowned kings, but this is only for civilized people, and for capitalists, these are just dogs barking!

If they say something they shouldn't say, they're sent to die.

As for the follow-up results?

Hassan will solve it, throw a death row prisoner and sentence him to death directly, and then pull him outside to shoot him, as for whether he is really a murderer?

It's nice to have someone to pay for your life.

In order to show its support for Hassan's "policing", Salvation Corporation also announced that it will donate $500,000 to the Somali government and provide security services if necessary.

This looks very polite on the surface, but it's actually a dirty PY deal.

Both men want to take control of Mogadishu's underworld, according to data analysis by the Savior think tank, which collects homicides over the past month, and through technical analysis and speculation, at least 5,000 people die a year, and bodies can be found in stinking ditches throughout the city.

What you see every day is a booming tank, rampage into it.

And the one in charge of the battle is the fifty most elite members of the Hassan Guard, The armies of Heaven, abbreviated as (TOH), which translates to the army of heaven, similar to the anti-terrorist force, and the military literacy is guided by Mister and others, so this fighting style is quite a bit of a seal style, from equipment to tactics are American.

Hassan also wants to raise more people, but the equipment on each of these fifty people costs nearly hundreds of thousands of dollars, which may not be comparable to the official eagle sauce accessories, but in the land of Africa, it can also compete with Uncle Tanhei.

This kind of training can also be regarded as military training.

Under such a high-pressure situation, many people will inevitably come to the door.

"Mr. Manuel, did you come to me today out of the blue, is there something going on?" Tang Dao crossed Erlang's legs and looked at the black man in front of him, this old black looked polite with a pair of glasses, wearing a suit, but it seemed to be very hot, and his forehead was full of sweat.

Manuel. Darnley. Muhand.

The president of the Somali state-owned bank, a Sudanese, although the bank is called state-owned, but the biggest rich man behind it is the African Union, which is later known as the African Union, the main purpose of this alliance is to help develop and stabilize Africa's people, human rights, and sustainable economy, in addition to the hope of reducing armed conflict within Africa and creating an effective common market, with the ultimate goal of establishing the "United States of Africa".

The most important thing is to stabilize the economy!

So in order to maintain the stability and legitimacy of this alliance, they are generally investors and actual controllers of various state-owned banks, and of course, there are some people who do not want to play with them, such as Eritrea, because this organization was founded in the capital of Ethiopia.

Manuel. Darnley. Muhand, who is the de facto economic controller of the Somali region, may not have as much money as the Tang knife can take out in his bank, but this status is very extraordinary, and businessmen can not get close to politics, but understand politics.

Otherwise, such an ordinary person, do you think Tang Dao will go to see him?

"Mr. Nicholas." Manuel thought about it, he has a very authentic London accent, he graduated from the London School of Economics and Political Science, that university is relatively good, simply put, and Oxford University, Cambridge University, University College London, Imperial College London and called "G5 super elite universities", a member of the University of London Alliance, and a member of the British Golden Triangle and Russell University Group.

To a greater extent, Manuel came to gild.

It may not be long before he is transferred to a higher position at the headquarters, because you are useful, so he will be kind to you.

"I want you to persuade General Hassan to stop the so-called law and order activities." Manuel couldn't stop when he opened his mouth, and the tension in his heart was temporarily suppressed, and he finished speaking in one breath.

Tang Dao looked at each other and smiled, which made Manuel laugh in a panic.

"Mr. Manuel, what kind of answer would you like to hear? Official or private? ”

"It's... Is there a difference? ”

"Of course, if it's official, I just want to say that our savior is just a company, and we will not interfere in the government affairs of any country or organization, we only serve ourselves." Tang Dao's tone slowed slightly, and as soon as he spoke, he leaned back, lying down in a manner similar to **paralysis, "If it's a private person, I just want to ask, who are you here for?" ”

Of course, Manuel didn't care about Tang Dao's attitude, he crossed his hands, but said bitterly.

"Mr. Nicholas, General Hassan's correction is not good for Mogadishu, the world is like that, the world in Africa is like that, it is inherently dark and can never be bright, so why ask for prayer for the rising of the sun?"

This is a beautiful thing to say, but Tang Dao thinks it's nonsense.

He didn't understand at all what Hassan and Tang Dao wanted!

Think they just want to banish the darkness of Mogadishu? No kidding, he doesn't have time to help them find light in this darkness, all he wants is to find his own interests in the darkness.

The light is nothing more than the monopoly of their own interests by some interest groups, and the darkness is nothing more than the darkness that these people say.

Do angels have to be angels?

The means are different, and the fat sheep raised naturally taste different.

Manuel was so naïve that Tang Dao was looked at by Yu, who didn't even talk about what he said, so he said very perfunctorily, "General Hassan may have the power to restore Somalia to light, I believe him, if you don't tell me anything else, I think, I'm going to get busy first, Jack, send off guests." With that, he braced himself on his knees and prepared to stand up.

"Three million dollars!"

Manuel suddenly spoke, this banknote is still easy to attract people's attention, Tang Dao also stopped moving, and saw the other party stretch out three fingers, "I am here to negotiate peace on behalf of all the underground forces in Mogadishu, if Mr. Nicholas is willing to come forward, they are willing to contribute three million US dollars as hardship expenses." ”

All forces?

Tang Dao looked at the well-dressed black man in front of him, and thought that what kind of person was it, it turned out to be a well-dressed beast, this must have cooperated with them in private, otherwise, would he be willing to come forward for them?

Those who shout for the revival of light, but themselves worship darkness and make others believe in light.

Well-known double standard!

"Do you think I'm like three million?"

Manuel had an ugly expression and said loudly, "Sir, if this continues, Mogadishu is not the situation that anyone wants at all, do you think they will be helpless?" They will rebel, against any violence. ”

"Can they blow up a tank? Or can you feel that you have survived the bombardment of helicopter gunships? Only the weak will embody the incompetent barking. Tang Dao's tone was high, and he said very sternly, this is also to scare the other party, staring at Manuel, and when the other party's facial expression gradually got out of control, he gave the other party hope, "Of course, I will be happy to help you say..."

Looking at the stunned old black, Tang Dao stretched out a finger.

"But only one voice is allowed in Mogadishu, you say, whose mouth should be sewn shut?"

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