Tang knife is tough.

The three Franteske could feel the pressure he bringed.

Especially the eyes are full of sharpness, he just stares at you like this, and you can feel a cold sweat on his back.

"I think we can take it one step at a time, empty Mogadishu first, I have a personal relationship with General Aideed, I can convince him to only buy our weapons, as for the others, we will take half a profit for every shipment!"

Isn't this a disguised collection of protection money?

In fact, there is a phenomenon of "protection money" in various industries, but there are also bigwigs in the arms or flour business who want to rectify it, such as Eagle Sauce, who has a cigar in his mouth, wears a windbreaker, and wears sunglasses, shouting: "Gentlemen, it's time to pay!" ”

The big dog in the Middle East gave him a shot in the head, and the little brother in the back was also about to move, so frightened that Yingchan closed his mouth and screamed, "We can be reasonable." ”

No one can be the real king of the black world, no one!

Tang Dao's protection fee is only limited to Mogadishu, and his main role is: to consolidate the territory!

Anyway, who would dare to object to this land?

Aideed won't, Grant doesn't, everyone else is scum.

"Smack!"

Tang Dao lit a cigarette and crossed Erlang's legs, he found that this CAMEL (camel) is much easier to smoke than a cigar, that thing is only suitable for loading X, in this era, the standard configuration of successful people is Motorola with a hand in his hand, a cigar on his mouth, and a suit on his body.

He took a deep sip and spat out a smoke ring.

"This thing, that's all! Is there anything else you would like to add? ”

The three of them looked at each other, and they all saw helplessness in each other's eyes.

What can they do?

can only nod in agreement, and behave very well-behaved.

But none of the people here are good, both sides pouting their butts, what kind of shit they want to pull, everyone knows.

Tang Dao glanced at them with his peripheral vision, his front teeth knocked his lips, and his eyes were closed, of course he knew how fragile this alliance was, if the enemy was harder, maybe they would be scattered in a hurry.

He could only tell them in his heart.

You can do anything, but don't do anything.

After an eerie silence in the office, they looked at each other for a moment, and the group burst into laughter.

Damn it!

It's all actors.

……

Bill. Clemens frowned and looked at the man in front of him.

The man sat with a cigarette in his mouth and wore an earthy brown cargo slack, similar to the U.S. military combat uniform.

Ibn Barrow!

The head of the EO Group, a South African mercenary organization!

Of course, in 1991 they weren't the biggest, and it was only after the Sierra Leone civil war that their speed swelled rapidly, but the current EO is definitely the best mercenary in South Africa.

"Mr. Ibin, I've already told you what I'm asking for, but your asking price is too high, $800,000? That's impossible. "Bill said that Ha is very simple, not at all to the head of this mercenary, this guy is just a spokesman for a valuable point.

Ibn Barrow's voice was a little low, and he wiped his long hair, which he liked and looked like his idol Michael Jackson (he thought it himself). "$800,000 is not expensive at all, because that's Somalia, the most chaotic place on the planet, we can't guarantee it at all, our actions are secretive, we have too much work to do, and you have to find that white ... Alex, it's hard to work. ”

He almost said what he thought about Alex.

Of course, Ibn Barrow also thinks that the other party is indeed an idiot, does he think that North Africa is like South Africa? As long as you have money in that place, you can pull out hundreds of people at will, and EO also wanted to go over and recruit some people, but the quality and combat effectiveness of the personnel in that place are too poor, they don't know what accurate shooting, roundabout outflanking, and fire suppression are, for them, as long as they learn Buddhist marksmanship, it is enough.

And the discipline is extremely poor, which is also the perception of Africans in the mercenary community as a whole.

Bill frowned dissatisfied, this guy is even more proud than the rumors, he is an old-timer, and he used to be only the second-in-command of the 32nd Battalion Aerial Reconnaissance Team in South Africa, and he didn't even have the qualifications to sit in front of him, if it weren't for Mandela turning a developed country into a developing country, he might still be eating the national meal now, but now he asks for 800,000 US dollars?

Damn it... pigs！

Ibn Barrow is not panicked at all, it is the other party who should be panicked, he is very sure, this business is settled by himself.

The two were at a stalemate for about two or three minutes, and finally Bill was defeated, "Okay! $800,000, but I have to save my son. ”

"Don't worry, we are professional in this matter, and I have a professional rescue team under my hands, all of which are elites of the special forces of some countries. According to the regulations, now you have to play money. ”

Bill didn't get him a card either, and after calling the secretary in, he asked him to send money into the EO account.

Seeing that things could not escape, Ebin stood up and took his leave, put his pockets in his pockets, shook his head, pressed the cigarette butt into Bill's ashtray, and left a message, "Leave it to us." ”

"Boss, this matter—" the male secretary wanted to say, but Bill reached out to block it, and the latter stood up and walked to the window, where he could see two SUV vehicles condescendingly, and Ibn was coming out of the building, and two strong men in lean clothes and sunglasses came out of the car.

As Ibn was about to get into the car, he suddenly looked back and looked up to meet Bill's eyes.

He raised his hand, smiled at the other hand, and said softly, "What a rich man who dotes on his son." After saying that, he climbed into the buggy, and he was able to be looked at, not because of his conceit, but on the contrary.

Ibn Barrow is a very cautious man, he is personally involved in the battle plan, and based on the intelligence to make a plan B, so that he can ensure that if the mission fails, he will be one of the main leaders, and he relies on this to remind himself that he must not make mistakes.

This is a ruthless man.

You think he was nicknamed in the South African army: "Gazelle".

It's one of the smartest animals in Africa.

This nickname will definitely not be wrong.

…

And at the same time Moscow, it was freezing and snowy.

Winter here can be brought forward almost to September, and if you don't believe in evil, you can put your tongue on a telephone pole and see how terrible the Siberian cold snap really is.

As soon as Robert and the others got off the plane, they got into the hotel car that had been waiting for a long time, and they booked the best Leningrad hotel in Moscow, which is the shortest of the seven sister skyscrapers, with a total height of 134 meters including the spire.

You're picked up by a bearded Russian guy in an old-fashioned suit!

Typically, you can tell from his fleshy face, and the muscles make Robert tremble.

"Sir? You are—" He tilted his head suddenly, pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket, and read it on, "Robert. Mr. Lee? ”

He forgot the customer's name?

"Yes."

"Hello, I'm the driver, you can call me Braquere. Nodor Lenin. Ivan. Doninvsky. "Maybe it's too strong, and the voice is very thick, and his speech is like a buzz.

"Hello, Brakley."

Robert wiped his cold sweat and hurriedly diverted the topic, "Where's the car?" ”

"It's out there, but where's your luggage?"

"No, we always only bring money, wherever we go, we buy clothes when we don't have them."

Lao Maozi nodded cutely, and then led them out of the door, and saw a very clean old-fashioned jeep, although it was old, it was not messy inside, and it looked very comfortable.

The airport is more than thirty kilometers away.

Robert looked around the street, the beggars shivering on the corners of the street with their clothes pulled, the men walking fast in cotton clothes, tired and disappointed faces, and the "exploiters" sitting in cafes blowing heat, holding coffee and blushing faces. ”

The woolly bear in red clothes was lying on the hospital bed, allowing Dr. Eagle Sauce to perform surgery on it, stuffing black cotton into its abdomen, and smiling: "Sleep, you get up, and your illness will be cured." ”

"Now Moscow ... Can I get a job? Robert didn't know why he suddenly asked.

Braqueley, who was driving, raised his head and looked at him through the mirror, paused, and shook his head, "It's hard to find, I used to be a strong man, and then the club closed, so I went to carry things for people, and it was 10 rubles a day at most, and I couldn't buy a loaf of bread at all." ”

"Isn't that a good job for you?"

"Later, when I went to interview the driver, I beat up all the bastards who were stealing jobs from me, and I was left alone, of course, I had to look for me." Bracre was a little proud when he talked about the past.

Robert looked at his arm muscles and had no doubt that this punch would knock out all the of a man.

He just couldn't imagine that Lao Maozi was terminally ill, it seems...

It's really going to die.

About an hour or so, finally arrived at the hotel.

The Leningrad Hotel has ancient Russian and Baroque motifs, and the entrance area resembles a medieval castle. The interior of the hotel features a Venetian-style glass ceiling, a multi-level chandelier in the middle that is as long as a floor, and elevator interiors with gilded carvings and gilded bronze gold roofs. Between the seventh and eighth floors, the right side of the front staircase is adorned with the world's longest garland hanging lamp, whose astonishing length of 15.5 meters is recorded in the Guinness Book of World Records.

Robert booked three presidential suites.

Anyway, on business trips, Tang Dao will never be stingy, for the sake of the company, employees have to live in the best hotels, except if the task requires it.

Strange to say, there are many poor people in this Moscow, but this presidential suite is fully booked!

When they walked towards the VIP elevator under the leadership of the staff, a group of people just came down, and the leader was an Asian, with small and capable eyes, frowning upside down, and walking very quickly, and it could be seen that he was a very decisive person, followed by several people.

The two groups of people passed by, Robert and he stopped at the same time, the other party hooked his back and looked back like a wolf, this action is the aggression of a wolf!

"Jieren, it doesn't look like a good person!"

This sentence popped into their minds at the same time.

The two groups of people also looked at each other, these gangs were all outlaws, and the atmosphere gradually became tense, and some people even put their hands behind their backs.

It's like what you look at, look at what you are!

Then maybe you will start without saying a word.

But apparently they were all civilized people, and they nodded to each other and went their separate ways.

……

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