Tang Dao never had the idea of letting the tiger return to the mountain, you either don't have a grudge with others, or you will kill him, don't say that it is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, he is a real villain, and he feels that it is too long to wait for a minute.

Most importantly, he understood what MacArthur couldn't do to him.

The $40 million order is more important than the arrival of a so-called "king of West Africa".

Don't think that if you are famous, you won't die, it's just that you die more secretly than others.

"Boss, shall we go back to the hotel now?"

Mister, who was driving, looked at Tang Dao in the mirror and asked.

"Hmm." Tang Dao nodded, lowered his head, and suddenly frowned, he saw a few drops of blood splashed on the suit at some point, it looked dazzling, took off the suit, opened the window, and threw it out directly!

The Asmara pedestrians walking outside were stunned when they looked at the suits thrown out of it, but then rushed up to grab them.

The little angel sitting in the co-pilot looked at it and withdrew his gaze.

What the rich don't care about may be something that the poor need to struggle for all their lives.

Money is the mainstream!

MacArthur was reading a book when he heard the report from his subordinates, the ancient Greek writer Aristophanes' "The Arcarneids", which was an anti-war book that sounded full of pimples.

What is the difference between this and Tang Dao using "War and Peace" to pad the corner of the table?

Sure enough, the essence of a politician and a businessman is the same.

"You mean, Lloyd was killed by Nicholas?" MacArthur raised a frown, closed the book, crossed his hands on his thighs, and looked up at Francisgow.

The latter's scalp is numb...

"Yes, yes!"

"Come here."

MacArthur suddenly laughed, and suddenly reached out and hooked his fingers.

Francisco took a few steps forward, but the other man continued to signal him to come over, and he could only stubbornly walk forward, only to see the former suddenly stand up, grab him by the collar, press against the table, the ashtray, and smash it down on his head!

Don't leave your hands alone!

MacArthur clenched his teeth, but the flesh on his cheeks trembled, and the green tendons on his hands were visible, and of course there were blood stains on them.

Perhaps tired, he threw the ashtray on the ground and let go of Francisco, whose eyes were now cracked and his face was covered in blood, and he slipped off the table and lay on the ground, thinking he was dead if it weren't for the heaving of his chest.

"Drag him down."

The members of the purchasing group standing at the door were covered in hair, they didn't dare to breathe, and when MacArthur gave the order, they hurriedly came up and carried the deputy head away.

MacArthur wiped the blood stains on his body a few times, and felt that the depression in his chest was much less, and when he reopened "The Akanaisians", the more he read it, the more he felt bored, he threw the book aside, his heart couldn't calm down, he rubbed his face hard, his eyes were a little red, and he couldn't help but slam his fist on the table.

"Fack!"

He finally couldn't control the anger in his heart, of course he knew what Tang Dao's approach meant.

A provocation!

I just asked him how many helicopters Lloyd can change, and the other party killed the latter before leaving, this kind of open-minded attack, so that he can't get off the stage, he knows that Lloyd will die, but... Can you save me face?

But you can't do anything with the other party, and most importantly, there is no need to fight for the dead.

Dead people are worthless.

If he had a conscience, he would at most bow to Lloyd and transport his body back to West Africa.

MacArthur was smart, and there was no way a fool could sit in that position.

And Francisgo's bad luck is bad luck, he happens to be standing in the office, that's all.

…

Kyiv!

Robert sat on a bench, munching on black bread and a Pepsi next to him, which would be considered Kyiv in Ukraine, while an employee sat in a recliner in the distance with a newspaper in his eyes, his eyes often glancing this way.

Just as he was eating, something seemed to cover his eyes, obscuring the sun he was enjoying.

Well?

Robert raised his eyebrows, puffed out his cheeks, and looked up to see a boy in front of him wearing a jacket with a side-angled face, the other party was carrying a sack, looking at Pepsi with longing in his eyes, and swallowed his saliva.

"Do you want to drink?"

The boy took a half-step back, hesitated, and nodded.

"I'm sorry, here's what I drank." Robert took out a five-dollar sheet from his pocket and handed it to the other party, "You can buy it yourself." Who knew that the latter just shook his head, pointed to his sack, and then pointed to Coke.

He craned his neck and looked at the sack full of rubbish, bottles, torn clothes, and so on.

But the boy didn't look like a beggar, and he was wearing clean clothes.

Just as Robert was wondering why, he heard an anxious shout, "Firmino." Looking in the direction of the sound, a young woman about 1.7 tall put down a large bag and ran over.

"Mom." The boy finally spoke, trotting over.

"How did you run so far?" The woman hugged the other party and breathed a sigh of relief, but she felt that someone was looking at her on the side of her face, and as soon as she turned her head, she made a look at Robert, "I'm sorry, sir, my child has disturbed you." ”

Robert felt that the woman in front of him was particularly eye-catching, with a pair of melancholy eyes above the bridge of her tall nose, as if a glance could make people see the disappointment in her heart for this century, and hearing the other party's apology, Mr. Quick Gun was obviously at a loss, and he slapped his hands and spread them out, "No... It's okay. ”

The woman pursed her lips and chuckled, touching her son's head, "Pick up the bag, we're going home." As he spoke, he turned around and walked away.

"Ma'am... My name is Robert. Plum. ”

"Yulia."

The woman turned her head, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, but she still told him her name, and then left with great difficulty with the bag.

After the other party walked away, Robert withdrew his gaze, sat back in his chair, and smiled slightly with the glass of Pepsi in his hand.

After about half an hour of sitting, he stood up with his watch, put his hand in the pocket of his brown coat, put on his hat, and walked out of the park, where there was a small open-air café on the second floor, opposite the park, with a nice name: "Закат (Sunset)"

He walked in, and it was no different from any other café, and if anything, it was... On the other side's wall is blatantly hung the national flag of Eagle sauce.

"Sir... Need. As soon as the bartender spoke, Robert raised his hand, "I've made an appointment." ”

After speaking, he walked straight out of the floor-to-ceiling window, and there were four or five tables outside, according to reason, no one should be outside in this ghost weather, but there was really a man sitting with Erlang's legs crossed, and when he heard the movement, he turned his head.

It's beautiful!

This is Robert's adjective, and the other party is not at all the rough man he imagined, but... It still looks very immature.

"Wayne. Mr. Rooney? ”

The other party didn't stand up, but pointed to the other side, "Please take a seat." ”

"Mr. Beasley, will you just let a little child come? I just want to ask, can you call the shots? Robert didn't move, just stood.

The serpent was killed by him!

There are still hundreds of millions of rupees that naturally someone will be responsible, do you think the money will be gone?

The other party was not angry, and tapped his fingers on the table twice, "Of course you can, I'm his son, you can call me Jakes." ”

Son?

Robert looked at the other party carefully, nodded slowly, and sat down across from him, which was very strong to start the topic first, "Is Mr. Beasley ready to compensate us for 200 million rubles?" ”

"My father asked me to ask you why you killed the serpent." Jakes didn't bother to buckle his hat either.

The two men looked at each other, and then Robert smiled and stood up, "So, wait for the corpses of your Ukrainian strongholds." ”

He is too lazy to talk nonsense!

Chirp crookedly and waste time, you are so strong, then it depends on who is stronger.

Jakes frowned, he felt that the other party was completely out of common sense, let's sit down and talk, shouldn't we be calm? If you don't agree with this, you will go to war?

Although you are not afraid of the other side, but... Now the situation is not right, many pairs of eyes are staring at their money laundering business, Beasley has been notified by several bigwigs, and now it is a very tense critical moment, let him watch the people.

This is not to say that the three local gangs in Moscow have been wiped out, and all the bigwigs have been arrested.

Jakes heard Beasley say, "The end of the empire is coming." ”

At this time, it is important to stay safe.

"Please wait, Mr. Wayne." Jakes raised his voice.

Robert's right foot was already in mid-air, and when he heard the words, he put it down, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly, but he quickly retracted, didn't look back, just stood like this, and listened to the other party say helplessly, "I think we should both sit down and have a good chat." ”

I'm still too young.

Doesn't this sentence mean that the bottom line is handed over to the other party?

Compared with the old fox, it still looks too immature.

"After all, the big snake is our man, and if you kill him, you have to show something, right? If I hadn't pressed it, maybe his subordinates would have rushed in by now. ”

That's right, after the big snake was killed, they were not peaceful inside, everyone wanted to be the boss, according to the rules of the rivers and lakes, whoever killed the murderer was the boss, but Jax didn't say it.

"Are you scaring me?"

Robert turned his head, walked over, pulled out his gun, and slapped it on the table, "You think I'm afraid of death?" Or do you think you can take a few bullets yourself? ”

No less than 100 people died at the hands of the Gunslingers, including the cowboy race.

Jakes stared at the mafloka, the corners of his eyes twitched slightly, his body leaned back slightly, and he spread his hands, "Mr. Wayne, we also want face, don't we give face?" ”

Robert picked up the gun, loaded it, and opened the safe.

This action made the other party's heart skip a beat.

Then lying on Jakes's ear, you could feel the tension all over his body.

"How old are you?"