On the Iranian side, a deputy minister of foreign affairs was in charge.

These three people are not what he can scare, the smile on his face is about to stiffen, arrange them in a living room, except for each allowed to bring two bodyguards, the other security personnel are arranged next door, of course, for safety, all confiscated weapons, if this is a hot head, one of them is broken, then this wiping the ass is not the Iraqi government?

And in order not to become a full martial arts, the positions of the two sides are also very separate to ensure safety.

"Abel, did the government let you mediate for us?" Muhammad grabbed a date palm in front of him, dipped it in the milk, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it, the milk was also poured with goat's milk, the taste was a little rushed, and the voice became soft and glutinous, these Middle Eastern delicacies have made this guy start to become unscrupulous.

The deputy minister, named Abel, frowned, and he looked down on Muhammad in his heart.

Don't look at the name so domineering, but in Iraq, there are eight out of ten people called this, and he used to be an Iraqi soldier, the kind at the bottom who needs to work hard, and I don't know when the bones of the bombing are gone, but this is such a "bottom person" who Abel once couldn't look at it anymore and now sits here and calls his name!

This! It is the power of capital!

Behind him stands HP, at present, in addition to the extremely hooligans, the most arms dealers in Iraq who buy the most middle and lower class weapons, and the methods are cruel, in order to compete for the cake, how many arms dealers have fallen under their weapons?

At least ten!

And he kills the whole family at every turn, and Abel can't stand it.

He reluctantly squeezed out a smile and hesitated, "I'm too..."

"Peng!" Just when Abel was a little nervous and didn't know how to speak, the door was pushed open heavily, and everyone who was shocked looked over, and saw a man wearing an Iraqi dark green military uniform... The lieutenant general walked in, his face full of beard, even hanging down to his chest, wearing sunglasses, holding a pistol in his hand, looking quite posturing.

The general pushed Abel away, threw the pistol on the table, made a crisp sound, tilted his head, took off his sunglasses, and revealed his eyes, some of which were closed, and a scar was pulled from the corner of his eye, which looked very hideous, leaving only one eye to grunt and sweep everyone, and said in a deep voice, "My name is Ernest. Kendall. Rimaia. Kendall! You can call me, Kesef! ”

"Lion of the Middle East, Kesef!" Muhammad exclaimed, and the date in his mouth fell, causing him to scramble.

Motoichiro Aso's brows were also condensed, and he looked at Noel, who was very calm, holding the milk and sipping it slowly.

That's right, at this point, he is already a capitalist! Even if he was sent to be a negotiator, his status and status were still different, Noel was a well-known and wealthy man in Europe and even the world, while Kesef was only famous near the Middle East, and different classes represented different ways of dealing with it.

None of them could have imagined that the Iraqi government would send Joseph over.

Isn't this guy facing hostile forces on the front line?

He commanded Iraq's most elite troops, including an army equipped with T-90 tanks, and as long as he didn't encounter those gangs of hangers in this bird of the Middle East, it was generally not easy for him to fight.

Relying on such equipment and a flexible mind, he once faced several times the Kurdish forces in the battle of the "oil heart" Kirkuk, and he was forced to wear a match! and killed the No. 3 person in the hostile armed forces at that time, which can now be called a "famous general"!

A bounty was put on his head: "Five million dollars!" ”

Many mercenaries were staring at him, and as soon as this guy was left alone, there would definitely be a few holes in his head.

I can't imagine that such a general has been pulled over from the front, is it because I am afraid that I will not be able to control the three parties?

But... Does it really work for him to come?

The three of them negotiated benefits worth hundreds of millions of dollars, a lieutenant general?

Not qualified enough!

Monichiro Aso leaned back, knocked on the table very easily, looked at Kesefu and said, "General, you can directly say what the government's requirements are, and my time is not wasted here." ”

Kesif has a black face, but he is not stupid, he is actually a little reluctant to be arranged, the Aso family, the Soros family, and the HP group!

MMP！ Someone wants to him.

He's strong in his bones, but that doesn't mean he's... Hatred is rich, and he successfully suppressed the negative emotions in his heart, he took a deep breath and actually laughed?!

Muhammad kept staring at him from the sidelines, when he was a soldier, Kesif was already the god of war in Iraq, he was the last underpants of the country, but such an iron-blooded soldier actually smiled flatteringly?

A sense of depression is constantly surging in the bearded man's heart, and it's over...

This country that once made him proud is completely finished!

It turns out that money can really do whatever it wants... The power of capital is even more terrifying than war, is it true that Iraq can never go back to the past?

While Muhammad was stunned, Kesif had already begun to speak, and he moved the muzzle of the pistol on the table slightly to the side, which he only took out to embolden, and the symbolism was relatively large, but it had no practical effect, "The government demanded restraint on both sides and a ceasefire on both sides. Your conflict has killed nearly one hundred and thirty civilians, and the United Nations humanitarian organizations are protesting! ”

"Ceasefire? OK. Motoichiro Aso readily agreed, Kesef's face was happy, this island country really gave face, but in the next second, he let him overthrow himself, the former looked at Muhammad and Noel, lowered his voice, and said greedily, "As long as they withdraw from the hot spot and transfer all their assets to our name, then this war will end." ”

"Do you want to die!" Muhammad stood up abruptly and glared.

This action... In the eyes of Motoichiro Aso, it is full of childishness! If the HP negotiator is like this, then there is no need to be afraid, but a little temptation from time to time will expose his heart.

If intimidation can be useful, what do you need weapons for?

Motoichiro Aso only has Noel in his eyes, this guy is cunning and cunning, and he may not be able to please a good man in his hands.

"Mr. Mohammed, please calm down first." Kesef also scolded Motoichiro Aso in his heart, coaxing a beard on his lips, like a nanny.

"If Mr. Motoichiro Aso can represent the Aso family, then... The Soros family will be with you to the end! Noel couldn't count on Muhammad anymore, and put his perfectly maintained hands on the table, and his eyes were fixed on each other, tepid, not even the slightest expression, but just like that, the old man said loudly, and even began to provoke, "Now we can go back and pull people out to continue the fight, and see who is heartbroken." ”

Noel paused, then glanced at Aso, and his tone softened, "Of course, as long as you are not afraid of death." ”

"You're threatening me?" Motoichiro Aso leaned forward and asked.

"If that's what you think, then congratulations, your IQ isn't stupid enough to be as good as a pig." Noel shrugged, strength mocking.

"Mr. Noel!"

"Noel. Soros! ”

Two different titles shouted out from the mouths of Kesef and Motoichiro Aso, the former with a bit of complaint in his tone, didn't your provocation add fuel to the fire at this time? And the latter stood up directly, called his full name, gritted his teeth, and his eyes were cold, "Are you going to start an all-out war with the Aso family?!" ”

Noel raised his head suddenly, the old man looked at each other very seriously, no one spoke, Muhammad, who was sitting on the side, felt that his buttocks were itching, fidgeting, and cold sweat began to grow on his forehead, he seemed to be a supernumerary, and the conversation of the big guy could not be inserted at all.

After looking at each other for about ten seconds, Noel spoke, "No, you don't deserve it!" ”

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