Ferdinand's bowed head jerked up.

happened to collide with Marveer's smiling eyes, and the other party had a smile on the corner of his mouth, but this was very penetrating.

What is restlessness?

Isn't this a prison for petty offenders?

According to reason, there are not many days to leave, is there anything that can't be done?

"There are some things that we wouldn't have been allowed to say." Marville pointed to the top of his head with his right hand, representing some people, mysteriously, picked up the camel cigarette on the table and shook it twice, and politely signaled to Ferdinand, "One for one?" ”

The latter took out one with a trembling hand and held it in his mouth, and Mavel himself lit a fire for him.

This made Ferdinand stunned and shook his hand hurriedly.

"Everything is locked up in us, there are four or five hundred people in the whole prison, there are only more than 30 prison guards, we can't manage it at all, last month in the toilet, there were several gangs of people fighting, one died, and there is still a week to be released from prison, in this place, you know the rules better than me." Marveill: This is not to scare the other party.

In the gymnasium, if it weren't for his life, he would have been a corpse by now.

"I... I will apply for bail. Ferdinand swallowed, nervous, his pupils constricted, and now his neck was numb, as if a toothbrush was piercing his skin and piercing his throat.

Murderers risk their own lives!

Marveill's eyes were surprised, "Don't you know? Your bail was denied. ”

"Nope! No way! Alden told me he would send a lawyer. Ferdinand stood up suddenly, his hands clenched into fists, and hammered them on the table, his nostrils still steaming hot, and his eyes glared like an angry old cow.

Marville leaned back slightly, this right hand was on the drawer, there was a pistol in it, used for self-preservation, he had heard a useful name, Alden? The corners of his mouth hooked, and he tapped the table lightly, "Mr. Fernandi, you should calm down, shouldn't you?" Don't you think that's rude? ”

Ferdinand sat down in despair.

When this hope is suddenly punctured, a feeling arises in the heart... Revenge in the heart!

Since you don't care about Lao Tzu, then Lao Tzu will also make you feel bad.

He looked up, his eyes still scarlet. "I'm reporting Alden..."

……

"Alden?"

Tang Dao looked at the information in his hand, this full name should be Alden. Bratnas, with a picture of him next to him, with gold-rimmed glasses on his beard, is this the gentleness of a beast?

The resume below is also wonderful.

Alden. Brattnas, a Frenchman, graduated from the University of Perpignan, and successively served as the secretary of the board of directors of Mikoyan Precision Instruments and the first director of the Blom-Foss shipyard in Germany... He is currently the Executive Director of Newport News Shipyard of Norge & Company.

The resume makes Tang Dao a little hot, this is a talent!

The Blom-Foss shipyard in Germany is part of ThyssenKrupp Marine Systems, a bed factory that was very dazzling during the First World War, and built the Grendour, Goeburn battlecruisers, and Moltke battlecruisers, which are all star products.

The Newport News shipyard of the Norge company is even more famous.

The largest private shipyard in the United States, located in Newport News, Virginia, near the Hampton Anchorage, is one of the most famous shipyards in the world, the only shipyard that can build super aircraft carriers, and has a close working relationship with the adjacent naval base Norfolk.

Battleship "Texas" (BB-35):

USS Yorktown

Nuclear submarines of the "Los Angeles" class.

…

These are among its perfect works of construction art.

It is no exaggeration to say that such a person is the top in the military industry, and he wants to kill himself? It's not very likely, what dispute do you have with him? Tang Dao did not enter the ranks of the ship industry, he just played with some artillery and helicopters, but the demand for these is obviously greater than that of ships, and even the profits are incomparable, and the means of hiring and killing people are too low.

Moreover, if he wants to kill himself, then he will have direct contact with Ferdinand at this level?

It should be as a behind-the-scenes person, commanding the overall situation.

There are too many doubts about this, and if you think about it, it is completely inconsistent with the basic operation.

Of course, even if the other party suddenly has a hot brain and doesn't care about anything, just look for these birdmen? This combat power, in front of Tang Dao's bodyguards, is simply a chicken-and-tile dog.

"It's not very useful." Tang Dao put the folder on the table, looked up at the little angel, put his right hand together, and knocked on the table, "He didn't tell the truth, this person is smarter than we thought." ”

The little angel's tone was very serious, "Boss, do you want to get him out, and we will judge him ourselves?" ”

He had dozens of means of treating his captives, starting with a mental breakdown.

Tang Dao hesitated, "No, not only do we not use means against Ferdinand, but also provide him with protection, the more thoughtful the protection, the better, and to stir up this attack, people forget it too quickly, he is unwilling to tell the truth, then I will believe that others have told the truth." ”

It's a mouthful.

The little angel's brain didn't react for the first time, and after sorting it out for a few seconds, he realized the cleverness in this method.

As for whether we believe it or not, it is our business, the people behind Ferdinand must believe that he betrayed.

That's enough.

The little angel secretly glanced at the boss, to be honest, this is a bit yin, it is to put the other party to death, he hesitated, and put forward his own thoughts, "Boss, do you want to post a photo of him talking to Marville in the newspaper?" I find this more convincing. ”

"You're such a genius." Tang Dao thought for a while, felt that this effect must be better, smiled and patted him on the shoulder and praised, "Okay, just do what you do, things don't need to be too clear and vague, so that people can think about it." ”

After the little angel left, Tang Dao sat on the sofa and rubbed his temples.

These intrigues and tricks give him a headache, and it would be better if he had a reliable and stable henchman by his side.

Little Angel and John of Somalia and others are not suitable for the position of kobolds, they are not yin enough, and even say that they have not been beaten by society, have no experience in doing bad things, they can only charge into battle for money, and the kind that needs to use their brains is similar to Al. Gregory's status during the Pacino period was difficult to adapt to.

Tang Dao crossed Erlang's legs, flashed faces in his mind, and then quickly scored.

"This won't work..."

"It's too tender, and the means aren't enough."

"This one lacks vitality."

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"Huh? By the way, this one does. A portrait in Tang Dao's brain, the more he looked at it, the more satisfied he became, he walked to the table and picked up the phone.