Chapter 85： : Save it and buy a coffin!

Tang Dao stood by the pillar of the room, took out a cigarette from his pocket, put it in his mouth, touched his pocket, did not bring a lighter, and looked at Jin Dun, who was also very embarrassed, "Boss, I don't smoke much .”

Tang Dao cursed in a low voice, reluctantly took down the cigarette, pulled up his pants, and squatted on the ground. I have to say that the quality of this Armani is really good, at least it is not broken.

"Tell me, how about killing a lieutenant colonel?" He raised his head suddenly, squinted his eyes, and asked while avoiding the sun.

Jin Dun's brain froze, but then his face turned ugly, "Boss, this joke is not funny at all."

Get rid of Grant?

Maybe it's very simple, it's impossible for this guy to leave the camp, and there's a good chance of trying to kill him after he goes out, but... What about the follow-up impact?

Although Yingjiang is not as good at pulling lists as Russia, the "death" of a military academy is enough to attract their attention to a certain extent, because it is a pension for Congress. Of course, these stingy politicians must Inquired carefully.

How many rounds can the Savior Company withstand the ravages of the opponent?

Although Jin Dun was loyal to Tang Dao, on this issue, he still felt that an egg hit a stone.

Hearing what the other party said, Tang Dao also felt that the method of killing the other party was too violent, too direct, and the consequences were too heavy. He is not such a person who advocates violence. If you can't move, then we will move his family! Check his details and find out, and prepare 300,000 US dollars in cash and send it to him."

He is planning to be courteous first and then soldier.

Three hundred thousand dollars should be able to pry the opponent's mouth open.

if not…

Then you can't blame Tang Dao for not talking about the so-called morals of the world.

Anyone who dares to stop him from making money will die to me!

If you cut off my money, I will cut off your life.

Tang Daoqiong died before, he knew what money is, money=life>conscience.

Those who say they don’t care about money are nothing more than two kinds. They can only stand up and promote their nobility if their families are rich or they can’t make a lot of money. In fact, they are just another interpretation of their unwillingness.

Perhaps sensing Tang Dao's anger, Jin Dun nodded seriously.

"Huh? Nicholas, why are you outside the door?"

You don’t need to look back to know it’s Cecilio. The CHANE this guy sprays is too pungent. Tang Dao’s nose is very sensitive, and he can clearly amplify even a little scent.

"Mr. Cecilio isn't here with you? What are you doing out there?"

"Of course I want to see if you are crying?" Cecilio poked his head over and looked at him carefully. The latter's face was full of haze, so he smiled immediately, "It seems that Nicholas, your face It's bad."

"Ask Hou Lingtang for me." Tang Daobiao said something in Chinese, and the Italian was taken aback, "Water, what are you talking about?"

"I'm just thanking you."

Of course Cecilio didn't feel that the other party was telling the truth, but he didn't care. He was very happy that he was beaten by the knife, paused on the ground with his crutches, and said, "Mr. Grant is a great man. It is human nature for him not to let Somalia fall into war. But the Savior Company may be in a quagmire, right?" He said while looking at Tang Dao from the corner of his eye.

The latter's right cheek twitched slightly.

Cecilio was overjoyed, "Actually, this is very simple, I can solve it, but I want 51% of the shares of the Savior Company, and I would mind giving you 20 million US dollars."

He has this confidence, or MPRI gave him this confidence.

The background behind MPRI is huge, and Grant cannot be on the stage for them.

But Cecilio's appetite was too ugly.

Tang Dao smiled and shook his head with a smile, "20 million US dollars? You should save it to buy a coffin."

He was not polite at all, the old man pulled his face, Bell behind him was even more congested, and he stretched out his hand to grab Tang Dao, wanting to find some space for his master to come back, but before the hand was touched, he was caught Tang Dao made a beautiful over-the-shoulder fall and fell down the stairs. This...was a bit high, and the fall was not light. Most importantly, Jin Dun went up and kicked Bell's head.

Kick it out directly.

"Nicholas!"

"Take care of your buddy, Mr. Cecilio, you must know how to be a man." Tang Dao glanced at the other party. His head was a head taller than the other party's, just condescending, and there was no hidden contempt in his eyes, "Your age It’s big, you’d better be careful in this place, don’t walk around, you’ll fall to your death.”

Elderly people should go home to take care of themselves.

Don't learn what young people say about people who are old-hearted, this kind of poisonous chicken soup, nonsense!

After Tang Dao finished speaking, he took Jin Dun and others and left. Cecilio was furious behind him, pointing at the back of the other party, his hands were trembling, and the veins on his forehead were looming.

On the second floor, the windows are slightly open.

Grant was holding a red wine glass, with his left hand in his pocket, looking at Tang Dao's figure, the corner of his mouth twitched, the irony was self-evident.

People of color have never had the final say in this world!

idiot!

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Taking the weapons back from the management office of the frontier sentry, Tang Dao also told the commander of the other party to help Cecilio get them together. The latter saw the two of them coming together, so he didn't think much about it, so he handed over all the weapons to him. over him.

Jin Dun looked at the weapons piled up in the trunk of the car, his face twitched, "Boss, are we going to kill him?"

He was thinking that removing the opponent's weapon must be for the convenience of taking the opponent, but who knows, Tang Dao sitting behind folded his hands and said in a muffled voice, "I'm not a violent person. Kill someone? I just want to disgust him."

This operation is really...unkind.

Jin Dun already seemed to have seen the scene of Cecilio's rage after he came out.

But what does it matter to me?

When others suffer, he likes to watch the excitement.

The two cars drove towards the airport, and on the way he received a call from Pierce.

"Boss We are going to Mogadishu International Airport in forty minutes."

"Oh?" Tang Dao finally heard some good news, "I will pick you up."

"No, no, we can come here by ourselves."

Pierce hurriedly said, and waved his hand, thinking that Tang Dao could see it?

"I'm just on the way. It's okay. Thank you for your hard work." Tang Dao moved his lips and "sighed". Pierce felt warm in his heart. He felt that he was valued, just like he was needed on the battlefield.

He's still Corporal Pierce, not a beggar bum!

Boom boom boom.

There was a loud knock on the door, and the flight attendant shouted anxiously, "Hello? Are you using your mobile phone inside? Please go back to your seat."

"See you later, boss."

After Pierce hung up the phone, he opened the door and saw a blond, blue-eyed, gorgeous-faced stewardess standing outside. He stared, "What are you doing? Do you want to **** with me?"

The stewardess was ashamed and angry, but her good working attitude made her swallow her breath and served with a smile, "Sir, the plane is about to land, please go back to your seat and don't use your mobile phone." She said Looking sideways at the Motorola in the opponent's hand, he emphasized his tone.

"Do you think I'm the kind of person who doesn't follow the rules?" Pierce shrugged, gently pushed the other person away, and walked back to the seat, and the angry person gritted his teeth behind him.

"Hey? You're back? I thought you were blown away from under the toilet." Gerbachio said with a smile, chewing gum.

All he was greeted with was Pierce's **** and greeting.

Sitting back in his seat, he pulled the blanket over, and looked back at the stewardess. After his eyes moved slightly, he turned around and closed them, taking a nap.

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