Gleigree is still alive, at least he can scream, covering his eyes and howling on the ground, blood oozing from his fingers, the little brothers around him are stunned, and after reacting, they are at a loss.

Even his cronies didn't know what to do now, and wanted to go up and help him, but Gleigray's leg was kicking in the air in extreme pain, and no one could get close.

The timid began to hide behind, and looked around with their spare eyes, for fear of being targeted by snipers.

At this time, the meaning of a sniper on the battlefield has already been demonstrated, even if you stay here, the enemy is still on your back.

In the end, GL is just an ordinary gangster, not even a club, there is no complete command system, and when the boss is killed, it is now equivalent to a group of "flies" without a leader, and I don't know what to do.

"Peng!"

As soon as there was a shock, most of the gang members shrank their necks, opened their eyes wide, and looked in the direction of the sound with frightened faces, and saw an Asian standing on the top of the building, holding a cigarette in his mouth, holding a troll in his hand, and firing a cannon at the sky!

When everyone's eyes looked over, Tang Dao raised a high-pitched microphone and spoke in English, "Let your boss come out and speak!" ”

The younger brothers immediately quieted down, their legs and feet just didn't move, he thought that the other party didn't understand what he said, and hooked his finger at Horace, signaling him to translate what he had just said in Tigraynia.

Horace's legs began to go weak from the start.

He regrets it a little now, he originally thought that this was a local tyrant who came to Eritrea with a little money, but who knew that there were often fucking accidents, and how many people in this hotel had "disappeared"? Listening to the staff, gunshots are often heard, and... The group of foreigners on the first floor were gone, and the front desk only saw a few Asian subordinates pulling sacks out of the house.

Even if you think about it, you can roughly guess what's going on.

But Horace is reluctant to pay, and this Asian gives a lot of tips!

The poorer the place, the more you know the importance of money.

Although scared, he moved to the side of the stage, took over the tweeter, and chirped outside.

Someone finally answered, and his tone was very sad and angry, and Horace's expression became strange, and he looked at Tang Dao, "Mr. Nicholas, they say... Their boss was hit by a sniper. ”

Belch...

Tang Dao glanced at Cheng K, and sighed, this luck is too good, hit the opponent's boss, which is also one of the main reasons why many regular troops do not hang ranks and do not salute on the battlefield.

"Are they going to take revenge, then? Or do you want to block the outside to protest? ”

Horace spread these words simultaneously, and the crowd below was a little in an uproar, as if they felt insulted, and some people raised their weapons and shouted loudly, which caused many people around them to echo and raise their weapons and shout.

"What did they say?" Tang Dao felt that the atmosphere was wrong.

"They demanded that the murderer be handed over."

Horace was a little helpless, he thought that these Ethiopians were really stupid?

Your boss is down, what are you going to do with it? If he had run away a long time ago, would this Asian look easy to mess with?

Sure enough, Tang Dao smiled, and with a wave of his hand, the four or five employees standing behind him stepped forward, and Horace saw that the guns they were holding had an oval-shaped launcher-like thing, and each of them took out a "big" bullet from his trouser pocket, crashed into the launcher, half-raised the muzzle, and fired!

Horace was about to stick his head out to look, but he didn't know who pulled him down.

Rumble!

The radius of this grenade can reach about 5 meters, and except for a small number of poison gas bombs or bacteriological weapons, as long as it is a gunpowder type explosion, the hotel feels a slight tremble.

Horace had his mouth half-open, and he was a little dazed even when he covered his ears.

He stood up with weak legs and feet, pulled the railing and got up, looked down, his face suddenly turned pale, the scene below was unbearable, there were dozens of GL members lying horizontally, most of them could still move, only a small number of people were already cold, there was blood and screams all over the ground, when he had seen this kind of scene, he was so scared that he covered his mouth and ran to the side to vomit.

Tang Dao squinted, shook his head, and picked his hair with his index finger.

"Boss, Mr. Alexey is calling." The little angel handed over the mobile phone, and the latter took it and threw the troll to the other party, "Halou, Mr. Alexey..."

"Nicholas, hurry up, I received the news that GL is heading in your direction, I think they are looking for you."

The Georgians on the other side of the phone were in a hurry.

"Oh?"

Tang Dao looked back, and sat on the prepared maza, "Are you going to talk about it?" I think you're late to call, you should call General MacArthur and ask him to collect the body. ”

Alexei on the other side was quiet for a while, and after about 20 seconds, he spoke again, just with a little self-deprecation, "I actually forgot that you are an arms dealer, you must have the ability to protect yourself, and the gangsters came to you, this is the most wrong choice." ”

"It's just God bless me." Tang Dao is still very modest.

"Is Mr. Nicholas injured?"

"I'm great, I feel like I can fly to Amsterdam right now to test my abilities."

Alexey also laughed, "I think it's a great idea, I also have some friends in the Netherlands, and there's a betting game over there in a while, we can go and see it together." ”

Gambling matches?

Although Tang Dao didn't know what this was, he still responded, and the other party continued, "Nicholas, in fact, I think the time has come at this time. ”

"Timing?"

"The security in Eritrea is very bad, and GL is besieging the hotel where the foreign guests are located in public, which is an extremely impolite behavior, and even caused you to be injured." Alexei pronounced the word injury very seriously, "Doesn't this need to be compensated?" You're right. ”

Tang Dao was also a smart man, and he immediately understood that the Georgians were planning to do more in this.

Li Hongzhang was blinded in one eye and lost 100 million silver, if he was besieged and "injured", would he at least be able to get more orders?

Injuries and deaths are two outcomes.

"I suddenly felt a little pain in my chest, and I thought, I'm going to call a doctor." Tang Dao said lightly, which made Mister next to him look at his chest with a surprised face, the boss didn't seem to be in pain like this, and there was still time to pick at the boogers.

"You can wait for my good news."

After hanging up the phone, Tang Dao squinted at the phone screen and handed it to Mister, "Call me a doctor, I think I'm going to get sick." ”

Felt?

Again, Mistre felt that the boss was so brazen.

"How's that woman? Is she still not moving? Tang Dao asked with his fingernails buttoned.

"She still hasn't responded, and besides, I think she's on a hunger strike."

Tang Dao's face suddenly darkened, "Toast and don't eat and drink!" ”

This twisted melon is not sweet, even if it quenches thirst, it may not be sour to drink, but he always has a little patience for talents, he stretched out a finger, "You go and tell her again, I will wait for another day at most, if she is no longer interesting, then kill her." ”

Let her go?

Impossible!

"Understood."

…

The ashtray in front of MacArthur as he sat on the couch was stuffed with cigarette butts.

He had already gotten the news first-hand that Glegray had been knocked down and didn't know if he was alive or dead!

And the Asian also used a grenade, which is the point, the lieutenant and the guards hid next to him and watched dumbfounded, and they didn't dare to step forward, "Persuade the fight, that scene is too bloody, which makes the Eritrean defense forces whose main weapon is a single rifle full of shock."

Knock knock.

The black secretary unscrewed the door, "General, Mr. Alexey is here." ”

MacArthur was not in a hurry, and after thinking for a while, he stood up, "Please let him in." Tidying up the slightly messy books on the table, he blew on the table, a little bit of tobacco floated in the air, and as soon as he sat down, Alexei, who combed his brain with a shiny finish, walked in, but his face looked very unhappy.

"General! I feel like I'm being insulted in Eritrea! ”

This made the smile on MacArthur's face just raised.

MDB！

"Mr. Alexey, I don't know what you mean by that?" After reacting, he just sat up straight and replied in the same unhappy tone, he was such a proud person, and as soon as the other party came in, he had a questioning tone, which made him very unhappy!

"Mr. Lloyd was killed in Asmara, and now it is Mr. Nicholas's turn to be blatantly besieged in his hotel, Walter, is the law and order here so bad? Or are you not caring about our safety at all? ”

Alexey can also be regarded as a person who has been politically cleansed, and this big hat is buttoned down first, which makes MacArthur a little unbearable.

Maybe these arms dealers are dead when they die, but you are assassinated or killed because of law and order issues, these are two different things, GL's actions are indeed justified and bright, if you were to change yourself, maybe you will start to turn the tables now.

MacArthur took a deep breath, eased his mind a little, stood up, and squeezed out an ugly smile, "Mr. Alexey, please calm down, this matter has nothing to do with us..."

"It's the first time I've seen such a tactful description of incompetence." The Georgian scoffed, and his words made the other party's face change suddenly.

"We were invited to Asmara by you, don't you feel that you need to be responsible for our safety? General MacArthur, we are here to bring you peace, not to send death here. ”

Perhaps feeling the other party's suppressed anger, for fear of irritating him, Alexei propped his hands on the table and lowered his tone slightly.

"I'm sorry, I'm going to order them to arrest these disturbers."

"It's your obligation, but we need compensation."

Compensate?

What compensation is needed for this?

MacArthur opened his mouth and met the other man's determined gaze, and the words changed.

"What compensation do you want?"

……