Somalia, Mogadishu.

This North African "oil drum" center has been eerily quiet for the past two days.

Residents haven't heard gunshots for a long time, and this comfortable life feels like a luxury.

Of course, there are also people who try to provoke Tang Dao's decision-making, and he doesn't need to make a move at all, General Hassan is completely capable of suppressing the other party.

In Mogadishu's "October 21st" square, it was full of solemnity, even the floor was washed with water several times, there was a coffin in the huge mourning hall, John was lying quietly in it, people were hanging, the sky was drizzling, the sky was also rarely full of dark clouds, the whole atmosphere made people feel Asian from the beginning, the pastor invited from South Africa, the whole body was still trembling, and his eyes didn't know where to go.

The whole square was full of men in suits, with flowers pinned to their chests, and in the distance, there were heavy machine guns and snipers, which were so unabashedly displayed, as if to warn some bold people not to come to Mogadishu today.

9:00 a.m.

Guests continued to appear, but the scene was still orderly.

Mistre and the little angels, who are in charge of security, have been here for a long time.

At 9:14, a special car with a special license plate slowly drove up, and Tang Dao, dressed in a white suit, walked down with a cold face, followed by Clemens from South Africa and Horton from Boston, who was Charley's deputy and one of the more outstanding young people in his family, who was sent to attend the memorial service.

Horton actually refused, and he couldn't understand why Nicholas was holding such a memorial service, wasn't this another stab in the chest of the Miami gang? Horton felt that this was unnecessary, and it was a complete stupid move, but the thing that Charley valued most about him was that although I felt uncomfortable, I didn't say anything, I just came with my ears and didn't express any opinions.

This kind of person is also a fox!

In order to ensure the safety of the venue, Hassan sent 100 of the most elite guards, who were not armed with Russian-style weapons, but German weapons Heckler-Koch G41 automatic rifles, equipped with daggers, pistols, grenades, body armor, etc., this whole set cost about 800 US dollars, Hassan plans to forge a 500-man guard, so that the cost is 400,000 US dollars, which can completely pull up a "rabble" of more than 2,000 people.

Tang Dao's company did him a favor at this time, they contacted Heckler-Koch's company, paid in full for a batch of weapons, and gave them to Hassan as a sign of friendship (benefit) between the two parties.

It also sent umbrella instructors to teach them some basic combat qualities and hand-to-hand combat techniques.

At least in this generation, this can be regarded as a strong soldier.

"Boss." Brother Pony trotted over, "The big guys are here." ”

Tang Dao nodded, looked at his watch, and walked towards the mourning hall, Xiao Ma took over the Yushan of the bodyguard next to him, and personally held an umbrella for him, this small raindrop on the suit, slid into water droplets, fell at his feet, splashed waves, he had a pocket in his right hand, and the straight tie made his whole person stand out very tall, especially with more than a dozen people behind him.

Typical black astringent!

Tang Dao has gathered a certain amount of energy, and he wants to make people understand at this memorial service.

Cake, Lao Tzu also shares!

"This is Nicholas?" Someone asked in a low voice.

"Somali Falcon, my friend in Miami said, Michel once said that he, Napoleonic greed, but also respectable determination."

"God told me that something must be going to happen today."

"Is God your father?"

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As Tang Dao walked to the first column, these noises gradually became smaller to none.

The invited pastor is also a part-time host, and he said a few words very simply, mainly because the momentum of the bigwigs below is too much, and it is easy to make mistakes when he says too much.

"This host is good, I will find him again next time." Tang Dao tilted his head and said to Brother Xiaoma, the main thing is that he fell in love with the other party's professional ethics that although he was afraid, he still said it smoothly, but this is not the same thing in Brother Xiaoma's ears, John is dead, call the priest, this means, who will die next time?

At this moment, the priest asked Tang Dao to speak on the stage.

Brother Pony hurriedly beckoned a few bodyguards to follow behind.

Tang Dao, who was dressed in a straight suit, looked particularly tall, he slapped the microphone with his palm, and his voice was dull, and his eyes swept over everyone, "Thank you for coming to Mogadishu to see off my dearest friend, John. Cansburg goes to the glory of the Lord, he is the noblest man I have ever met, he is free from the lower tastes, and he is the best believer of the Lord in the world..."

Tang Dao was talking above, and the people below were all sitting.

Some of the actors are better, and even have gloomy and solemn faces, expressing their sorrow for the deceased.

And more people are looking to the other corner.

Over there sat Wood and others, the faces of the Miami consortium.

In addition to Wood, there are several representatives elected by several other bigwigs, all of whom are of the younger generation, and let them come out to see the scene.

Several people were very calm, and they didn't change at all because of the whispered guidance of others, holding their hands, looking at Tang Dao standing in front, just like attending an ordinary concert, which made others who wanted to see the excitement boring.

But after all, Tang Dao is a topic maker.

He suddenly changed his words, "Of course, I have also solved the murderer of my brother, and I plan to tie his body to the wall of Somalia!" Tang Dao raised his fist and angrily rebuked, "Used to protest against illegal and disgusting methods!" ”

The faces of the small group in Miami suddenly became very ugly, and a few tried to stand up, but Wood whispered, "Sit down." ”

"Fake, even Jeremy. Beverly is at fault, but he's dead, what is this damn Asian trying to do? ”

"I said sit down!" Wood's voice raised, "Before I came, I was the head of the delegation, and if any of you wanted to go back and roll me to Siberia to repair the elevator, or die in Somalia, I would be able to stand up at all." ”

Several people were also shocked when he said this, lowered their heads, closed their mouths and stopped talking.

This is not Miami.

Tang Dao glanced at Wood meaningfully, Michelle's son is much smarter than Grace's "son", and he is cautious, so that he can live a long time, and this Wood is a person with great wisdom.

The person who jumped too much was already dead.

It seems that there must be a chance to talk about cooperation.

If you are poor, you will develop together, and if you are poor, you will develop it since ancient times.

This kind of routine, Tang Dao can be regarded as a thief of play.

He didn't say much, and after about three or four minutes, he stepped down, and the next series of processes depended on the pastor, about the points, Tang Dao, Mister, Chirkowso, Clemens, Horton, and an Osborne! These men were responsible for carrying the coffin.

John deserves to die without regrets.

With muffled music accompanied by the sound of raindrops, the group carried him to the cemetery specially designated by the company's headquarters with a black coffin.

The guests consciously followed behind, and this flow of people... Stirring!

This scene was filmed by a reporter hiding in the bedroom of a small building on the first floor, this is a blonde female reporter, but perhaps the nature of her long-term work has made her eyes deep, unkempt, and her eyes can't hide the excitement.

She had been able to evade the guard simply because she had been in this room for three days.

Three days earlier, she had heard by chance that a memorial service was going to be held in Mogadishu, and her professionalism had led her to think that something big was going to happen, so she hid in ahead of time, despite the objections of other staff members, with a few compressed biscuits and a small video camera, which she thought would not be interviewed.

Sure enough, everything was exactly what she thought.

Other reporters asked for interviews, but they were all refused, and a few who were not well-behaved were scared by Hassan, and they were all well-behaved immediately.

"Come on, baby, and show the world who you really are." She put the camera closer, facing Tang Dao, this man's side face, there is also a particularly mature taste, especially the domineering eyes, as long as it is a woman, I am afraid that she will fall.

He walked in front, and the people who followed him carried him even greater.

The female reporter assured that this will definitely make more people crazy, this man will definitely become one of the most wanted men in the United States and even the world, she didn't dare to show her head, she could only open the curtains, but she completely forgot that the lens of this camera was reflective, and the sniper on the tall building opposite could see it clearly.

And this incident didn't make a fuss at all to interrupt the funeral, just two choices.

Shoot or shoot!

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