Early the next morning, Moore did not hesitate to help Marcus prepare the AK47 rifle needed for the hostage exchange. / Not only did he take out his own inventory, but he also paid a high price to buy it.

Because the price of each AK is 3,000 dollars, and it is cash, get one for the money of a gun. So Moore is not stingy, it will make him crazy to make a lot of money.

He's starting to like Marcus, quite a bit. Of course, if he falls in love with Marcus, he will have to wait until two million pounds are in his hands. But now he doesn't doubt Marcus's financial strength at all, because Marcus is a brutal and world king of martial arts.

Little Pomegranate, on the other hand, travels alone to the complex area south of Dadab City to find and observe the Somali Liberal Party armed groups there. When he arrived, he found that there was no deviation from what Moore had said.

It was originally a large hilly mountainous area, full of dug potholes, and deep pits dug everywhere. These are all defensive bunker constructions, like mazes.

When encountering this kind of complex terrain, whether it is Xiao Pomegranate or Xiao Yuanchao, they are all helpless. This situation can only be handed over to Lei Peng, perhaps Lei Peng has studied this defense system.

In Dadaab, Marcus guards a pile of cash where guns and ammunition are checked. Moore watched as the dollars in front of Marcus were thrown at him one after another, and the wounds on his body didn't hurt anymore.

"Mr. Godfather, you are so generous, I swear, you are the most worthy partner in my life, and the best partner!" Moore's chubby smiling muscles trembled.

With a gun, he can make almost 100 percent profit, or even 200 percent profit. One hundred and seventy guns made three or four hundred thousand dollars, which is faster than anything else to make money.

"When two million pounds come into your hands, I will be your God." Marcus glanced at the gun and threw over a stack of dollars.

"That's right, that's right, you're my God, hahaha......" Moore laughed.

At this moment, he completely forgot how Marcus broke his shoulder, and he forgot about Marcus's demonic image wearing a bloody human face. Catalyzed by the US dollar, he regards Marcus as his true God!

"Sheriff, someone is looking for you." A police officer walked in and reported to Moore.

During the debriefing, he glanced at Marcus at great speed, fear flashed in his eyes, and he subconsciously took two small steps back.

"Sue him, I'm not available!" Moore said impatiently.

"But he said he was here to deliver money." The policeman whispered.

Hearing this, Moore's eyes lit up instantly, and he immediately said that he was very free.

As long as it's about money, he'll be free even if he's not available.

"Let him in." Moore commanded.

The police immediately turned around and walked out and brought in the people who had come to deliver the money.

"Haha," Moore smiled at Marcus, "Mr. Godfather, I'm always so busy, hahaha......"

Marcus ignored Moore and continued to count the guns sent by the militants, throwing money at Moore.

After a while, a middle-aged man wearing sunglasses and a casual suit walked in. He carried a heavy black case in his hand and a valuable Patek Philippe watch on his wrist.

Although he hasn't spoken yet, he can see a sense of superiority from the appearance of this person, and it is still that feeling of wealth.

Moore is a very earthy turtle, a typical indigenous African turtle nested in a chaotic refugee camp. But he knew everything about the expensive things in the world, and at a glance he saw that this middle-aged man's watch was a Patek Philippe Grand Complication Chronograph 5074R rose gold black disc watch. The price of this watch alone is in the millions of dollars, just one watch.

Maybe Dadab doesn't have the saying that he is a poor car and a rich watch, but the value of a watch is much higher than that of a car.

"Distinguished guests, welcome to Dadab!" When he met such a rich man, Moore was absolutely not stingy with his kind words: "I guess I already felt the unique customs of Dadab when I came, right?" Oh, trust me, Moore can make you feel it deeper! Whatever your needs, I'll make you satisfied! ”

The middle-aged man nodded slightly, took off his sunglasses, and casually inserted them in the inner pocket of his coat.

At this moment, Moore immediately recognized the other party's sunglasses: lotos eyes, worth 150,000 US dollars!

In other words, just this person's face, without considering any identity or status, is worth 150,000 US dollars.

"Chinese!" Moore didn't hesitate to let out an affirmative sound.

The middle-aged man's skin is yellow, his hair is black, and his eyes have a hint of vicissitudes. He didn't respond to Moore's affirmation, just looked around, his eyes falling on Marcus.

"I'm looking for Xiao Yuanchao." The middle-aged man straightened his clothes very casually and said, "I'm Xu Haibo, Mr. Marcus, and we talk a lot." ”

Xu Haibo? Marcus was stunned for a moment, and Moore was also stunned, they couldn't have imagined that the most critical Xu Haibo would come here!

Marcus stood up and looked at the middle-aged man standing in front of him. He was sure that the other party was Xu Yibing's father, Xu Haibo, because his voice was not wrong at all.

"I'm sorry I didn't take care of your daughter." Marcus had a look of shame on his face.

Xu Haibo gave him a lot of assistance, and his request was to take care of Xu Yibing. But Xu Yibing was hijacked, and this is the dereliction of duty of her Marcus.

As for why Xu Haibo suddenly came here, it was not Marcus's concern. He has to face this person who has been helping him, and from the bottom of his heart, he is very grateful to Xu Haibo.

"It was just an accident." Xu Haibo smiled and repeated: "I'm looking for Xiao Yuanchao." ”

"I'm here." Xiao Yuanchao's voice came.

Outside, Xiao Yuanchao slowly walked towards the house, staring at Xu Haibo with his eyes.

He was simply too familiar with Xu Haibo, and any expression on the face of this traitor was remembered by him. For that black mission, for that shame!

"It's good to be here." Xu Haibo, who turned around, stared at Xiao Yuanchao's eyes, and said with great emotion: "It's been eight years, and we have met again." ”

Xu Haibo has never been directly face-to-face with Xiao Yuanchao, what he means is that it has been eight years, and he has finally met the motherland that gave birth to him and raised him.

Xiao Yuanchao does not represent an individual, he represents the country.

"Come with me? Or die? Xiao Yuanchao let out a cold voice.

He never dreamed that Xu Haibo would suddenly appear here, and he called to ask for support just now, in order to be able to snatch back Xu Yibing and complete the restraint on Xu Haibo.

Can now? Xu Haibo was in front of him, disappeared for eight years, and Xu Haibo, who had no clue at all, stood alive in front of him!

Xiao Yuanchao knew that no matter whether Xu Haibo went with him or was killed by him today, the black mission could finally come to an end!

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