Italian caviar was delicious.

Osborne's mouth never stopped, but Robert didn't stop either, frowning, smoking, looking at the staircase, looking at his watch from time to time, his face anxious.

Seeing that they were about to wait in time, Tang Dao and Aideed walked down from the upstairs side by side, and the two talked and laughed.

"Don't eat it! Got to work. Robert threw the cigarette butt on the ground and pushed Osborne, who almost choked and blushed, and finally pulled out the red wine from the cup, shook it in his mouth a few times, spit it out, took out two napkins and wiped them to his mouth, and then stood up with Robert.

"Please stay, General."

At the door, Tang Dao pressed his hand with a smile on his face, "Tomorrow, I will welcome you at the airport." With that, he walked down the steps, Robert followed him with an umbrella, Osborne squinted, let the raindrops slide down his cheeks, and directed Jin Dun and the others to get into the car, and in the thick fog of the night, two high beams, flew away.

Aidetsu stood as they watched them leave, and said abruptly, "Omar, how much do you think this Asian can be trusted?" ”

Oumar didn't know why he suddenly asked this, and hesitated for a while, "I can probably believe half of it." ”

Who knew that Aideed smiled when he heard this, and said a local swear word, "The words of a merchant are like a piece of dog shit, which smells good when a dog eats, but people feel stinky!" ”

Leaving Ouma with a thoughtful face, he turned around and left, not forgetting to leave the sentence, "Take someone to see the goods tomorrow." ”

…

The jeep drove through the uneven streets of Mogadishu, and at night, the two headlights illuminated the front and seemed quieter, so if a black man jumped out at this time, you could not think it was a wild monkey running out of nowhere.

This is not racism, Nobel laureate Watson, the guy who discovered DNA, said that black people are not fully evolved and should not be called intelligent people like yellow and white people.

Caring for the mentally handicapped has always been a virtue of Tang Dao.

But in the mentally handicapped, it is inevitable that there are a few smart people, Tang Dao thinks that Aideed is, he never drags his words into mud and water, his vision is broad among East Africans, and he also understands that whoever controls public opinion and the army has the right to speak, so on the first day he entered Mogadishu, he grabbed the radio of the whole city in his hands, and from time to time publicized his "merits".

Commonly known as brainwashing!

That's why, when the U.S. military arrested him, he shouted on the radio, and thousands of Mogadishu people rushed out with rusty AKs or sticks, which in English was: "Ideological construction!!" ”

Sure enough, if you can gain a foothold in this part of Somalia, you can't be an idiot.

Tang Dao felt more and more that the tank he sent was the right one, and he exchanged an antique goods for the chains of the interests of both parties, and the deal was still worth it.

"Boss, the hotel has arrived."

While he was still pondering, Robert shouted softly, as soon as Tang Dao came back to his senses, raised his head, and saw the old sign of the hotel, opened the door and got out of the car, this foot did not pay attention, stepped on the puddle, fortunately did not seep into the shoe, but it was also annoying.

"Are the pilots settled?"

"Pierce settled with them, and the promised dollars were also sent."

Tang Dao nodded, "Tell them, let them not run around, they were robbed in Somalia, I don't care, and besides, take them to get a pistol tomorrow, at least they must have the ability to protect themselves." ”

As he spoke, he walked inside, and there was a little black girl at the front desk, tied in pigtails, and called out to him nervously.

"Is there something wrong? Lady. Tang Dao pursed his lips and asked with a smile.

"Sir, I have just handed over this letter to you." The black girl tore down the drawer, which looked like a rusty gear, and made a sound, took out a letter from it and handed it to him.

Letter?

Is there anyone still writing letters in these days?

Tang Dao raised his hand, and then glanced at Robert, who walked over and took the letter, Tang Dao frowned and opened it, looking at it at a glance, the word "Chuan" on the brow became deeper and deeper, but in the end, it was a loosening, folded the letter, put it in his pocket, and nodded towards Heimei, "Thank you very much, I wish you a good dream, ma'am." ”

"Good dreams, sir."

Robert didn't see it clearly from the side, but he saw a familiar name: Cyril!

Is that letter about him?

"Tomorrow bring our translator with me, I don't think he can take the money for nothing and not do the work." Tang Dao, who was walking in front, opened his mouth, and Robert felt a pang in his heart, sure enough!

Something is going to happen!

……

The next day, early in the morning, it began at five o'clock.

Tang Dao came to the Mogadishu airport, put his pockets in his pockets, and watched the employees set up the tanks and armed personnel carriers, and as for the airport staff, they could only ask them to stay in the room, and as for the aviation was also controlled, this was Aideed's order.

Cyril stood behind Tang Dao with his briefcase, looking at the DzSU-57-2 57mm small-caliber anti-aircraft gun that was pushed out, a gleam flashed behind his glasses, but then he lowered his head.

"Mr. Cyril!"

Suddenly, Tang Dao shouted, turned his head and pointed at the weapons and ammunition full of airfields, "Do you think... Can I fight a small local war with these things? ”

Tanks, armored vehicles, and artillery, they can all be pushed sideways in Somalia!

"But... Of course. Cyril nodded, hesitating, "But are these all going to be used on Somali soil?" ”

"What do you think?" Tang Dao asked rhetorically.

"I think Somalis should have their own way of surviving, and outside intervention will only make it more chaotic." ”

"Does the KGB think the same way?" As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Dao went on to ask, very abruptly, Cyril was a little stunned, and hurriedly said, "What are you talking about?" ”

Bang bang bang.

Tang Daodu applauded and praised, "It's not a loss to be an actor trained by KGB, I'm not as good as you in this regard, can you please show me the bag?" ”

Cyril's hand clenched his briefcase, "It's just..."

Before he could finish speaking, Osborne just punched Cyril in the right cheek, and with a punch, he fell to the ground and kicked him in the shoulder before picking up the briefcase, patting off the dust, and turning it upside down.

"I hate other people's too much nonsense, I let you take it, you take it!" Tang Dao looked at him condescendingly.

"Boss, there's a video camera and a tape recorder." Osborne pulled out the machine from his bag, held it in his left and right hands, and stared at Cyril with an unkind face.

"It's... It's just my hobby and I love to take pictures of the Somali landscape. ”

What are the sights of Somalia?

Pirate?

Or a child running barefoot to avoid shells?

Is it so hard to even make an excuse?

Could it be that the KGB has come to an end like this? Or does Lao Maozi specifically think that others are stupid?

It seems that there is a group of agents, after graduation, they took a graduation photo and posted it on the Internet, for fear that others would not know, this kind of operation is suffocating, and then they are all sent to guard the frontier.

"Deal with it cleanly, and don't let General Aideed see the blood." Tang Dao waved his hand, yesterday's letter made him feel stressed, it said that Cyril was an agent of the KGB, and his uncle had been trained by the KGB in Italy, but he was killed in a failed operation, and the family had to be in order.

Cyril was tied hand and foot, his mouth stuffed with rags, and put in a nylon bag.

Then Osborne and others beat them with steel pipes and wrenches, and after a beating, they immediately stopped struggling, ran out of gas, put them in the car and dragged them away, and threw them into the sea to feed the fish.

……