Chapter 54： : No one is an idiot!

Olympic Hotel Mogadishu.

This is the most central area of ​​the entire city. The dictator Aidid is drinking afternoon tea with the chief financial officer, Omar Sharon, and the external spokesman, Monhami Hassan Aywa.

At least he thought so. Although he hated white people, he had to say that this afternoon tea was really romantic.

Aidid looks ordinary and has a thin body, but his eyes are full of viciousness. The little finger of his right hand holding the cup is broken, and his voice is soft and thick, "I heard that there are three people coming from Mogadishu Airport. A transport plane? Have you heard the news?"

"It's a transport plane under the name of an American company called The."

"What?" Aidid asked.

"A batch of munitions." Omar crossed his fingers and patted the table lightly. "Inside the airport, he said that he saw several tanks and helicopters." He glanced slightly as he spoke. Aidid, he has been with the latter for more than ten years, since he was a general of the Somali government, and he is very clear about the virtues of the other party.

Beast, Greed, Vicious!

There are rumors outside that Aidid has eaten people like the three major African tyrants. Omar can guarantee that this is definitely not a rumor. During the Ogaden War, Aidid had a cannibal behavior, and he even fought with Omar and others. Someone close to me said, "Human flesh is salty."

Sure enough, when Aidid heard this, his eyes instantly turned red.

"General, I suspect he has a background in other organizations." Omar said quickly.

"Other organizations? You mean the American Consortium?"

Aidid's face was full of greed. He was very arrogant, but he was not stupid enough to lose his mind. It's ridiculous to say that he is in an unstable position now, and he is more concerned about the surrounding environment. After taking the position of the 5th president, he became crazy, robbing UN humanitarian relief supplies, intercepting and killing peacekeepers, beating diplomats from other countries, and even disagreeing with the United States.

He still has brains.

"I can't rule out the possibility that those Il-76 transport planes are from the Soviet Union, and only a small number of large airlines are equipped with them. Moreover, the price in the market is not low. South African Airways has sent people to contact them. But the Soviets asked for 50 million US dollars a plane.” As Aidid’s property steward, he is very sensitive to money, and also pays more attention to current affairs. This incident was even reported in the South African Daily.

50 million U.S. dollars, and now there are 3 planes at Mogadishu Airport, so the value of this plane alone is more than 100 million?

Hami swallowed his saliva beside him, then felt impolite, and quickly lowered his head.

Aidid was not in the mood to care about this at this time, he was also surprised by the number, Mogadishu, as the capital of Somalia, he has a lot of ways to make money, but up to now he can only buy more than one plane with his entire net worth A little bit, it made him a little depressed.

"General, in fact, we can find out about him first." Omar was quick-witted, knowing that Aidid wanted to swallow this guy, but he was a little afraid, so he thought of a way, "You can organize a birthday party and invite him Come to participate, I think, many problems will be clear."

"But my birthday is still a long time away." Aidid frowned.

"No! General, you can have your birthday whenever you want. Mogadishu is never under the control of God. Its surname is Aidid!" Value, Aidid's brain is not working well, and after turning around for a while, he finally understood the reason. He patted Omar's shoulder and smiled brightly, his ugly eyes looked even more frightening.

He was the only one in the entire Olympic Hotel who dared to laugh.

Those staff dare not look up, this is also Aidid's method, the untouchables can't look directly at their great leader!

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Namibia. Belial wave!

Interaction between rebels and government forces continues and has become more intense for political reasons.

Gould's ears were stuffed with bullet casings, and he was holding a G41 automatic rifle in his arms. The gun couldn't even be seen to be black. His whole body was earth-colored, and there was dirt stuck in the lower covering groove. His face was also covered Heigu, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, and a box of matches in his hand, but his hand was shaking, and the back of his hand was full of scars.

"damn it!"

Gould cursed in a low voice and took a deep breath. He was almost shot by a sniper just now. The guy was not skilled enough and hit the wall above his forehead. However, he was still so frightened that his legs went limp.

Throwing the matchbox to the side, the cigarette was spit out. After hesitating for a while, he touched his underpants and put it under his nose to smell it. Fortunately, there was no smell...

"Boss, boss!" At this moment, Barcelo, the deputy head of the dog-headed mercenary group, ran over and shouted.

"What are you talking about? Louder!" Gould frowned. He only saw the other party's mouth moving, and his voice was very weak.

Barcelo pulled the empty cartridge from Gould's ear, held it in his hand, and handed the phone over, "Someone is looking for you."

"Who?"

"Robert Lee."

Gould naturally thought of the Chinese, and the other party said that he would support himself every month. Did he receive a letter? Thinking of this, he patted his **** and squatted Hey, sir. He pressed his left ear with the other hand, and said in a raspy voice, "What's your order?" "

"I'm drinking afternoon tea, yes, there are many people around, very lively."

Barcelo blinked, tiptoed and glanced out the window. The streets are full of holes made by shells. Is this afternoon tea? The leader's big words are really characteristic.

"What? Let us come to Somalia? Hire us? I have to think about it, okay, I'll call you after I think about it, how long? Half a day is enough." Gould threw the phone to Barcelo, who was very curious , "Boss, are we going to Somalia?"

"The Chinese said he was willing to hire us, and I'm still considering it."

"Somalia is great! It's a much safer place than here." Barcelo said with a smile, "and there is money to be made. God, that guy must be crazy."

Gould picked up the cigarette on the ground again, put it under his nose and sniffed it vigorously, as if looking at an idiot, "Do you think arms dealers will go to a safe place? The more chaotic they are, the more business they have, and, then Chinese people are believers of the devil, and they will be unlucky wherever they go.”

"Then... why don't we go?"

"Why don't you go!" Gould stared, confused Barcelo and scratched his head. So, the former picked his booger and rubbed it on his hands, and said after flicking, "But We don’t believe in God either, we believe in dollars! money.”

The purpose of mercenaries: to give up everything for money! Except life!

"Let the guys gather, we're leaving, Belialpo, I'm almost moldy." Gould walked along the wall bending over, and called to Barcelo, who was about to leave, "By the way, take that Wei Te also called and told him, that gentleman has come to Africa."

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