Chapter 102： : the most unpredictable

Kidnap?

Tang Dao regained his spirit.

"who?!"

"A group of rich second-generation South Africans, I can give you 3 million US dollars." Luke is obviously avoiding the important. But what does this have to do with Tang Dao? As long as you give me money, I will do it!

Who cares?

Anyway, there has never been order in Africa, and no one can be the master of the country.

"Tell me the name, the time, the place."

Luke was overjoyed, "Tomorrow at three o'clock in the afternoon, there will be a convoy passing through the city of Beledevon. You must ensure that everyone on it is brought to me safely, and all the bodyguards will be killed. I can pay you half of it first." Money, when you succeed, the remaining half will also go into your card."

"No, no, no! Mr. Luke, whether I succeed or not, I want the full payment! If it fails, it can only be said that the information you gave was not careful enough." Tang Dao obviously did not approve of this plan.

They are mercenaries, not killer organizations!

Kidnapping is inexperienced, it's just incidental, but no matter what the success rate is, after all, after the incident, he has to bear a certain risk. If he can run away, the monk can't escape the temple, and you still have to discount the $3 million?

Go **** and go you.

This bottom Tang knife will never be opened.

Seeing that he was really determined, although Luke had a toothache, he obviously cared about that group of people. He gritted his teeth and agreed. He just emphasized that he must not hurt the other party.

"Thesavir company works, as long as you give me money, I will do it for you!"

People like Tang Dao are doomed to two outcomes, either they will be tried by the so-called justice and go to prison to eat, or they will be so cruel that they will keep climbing up and manipulate this so-called justice!

Good man rewarded?

Big joke.

Dollars are rewarded!

…

Although Tang Dao was determined to do this dirty job, but the intelligence work had to be done well, and he had to confirm the details of the other party, or how strong their family background was. He asked Pierce to come over, and Robert went to Ukraine. Pierce was in charge of the intelligence line in Mogadishu.

Pierce is training those veterans on the playground, but he is soft-hearted towards these old comrades. He occasionally smokes a cigarette and chats with a few people he knows well. Neither is free.

"Pierce, are you the Asian who said this? We are not recruits, we have combat experience." A white man with a scar on his face sitting on a stone muttered, and a few people around him echoed.

The Yankee leaned against the tree trunk and smoked a cigarette. He turned his head and looked at the conversation, frowning, with a good temper, and said nothing.

But there is a saying that people are good at being bullied, and when the other party sees that Pierce is silent, he gets more and more aggressive. He pats his butt, walks up to him, and smokes the cigarette he is holding. This action is very impolite. .

"Hey! Booker, what are you doing?" Dogtooth Gelbachio stood up and pressed the opponent, frowning and asking.

"Why are you in a hurry? I just want to ask him, he called us to Somalia to suffer? Falk, he is lying to us!" Booker was very dissatisfied, because he was reprimanded by John the most, this guy has a bad mouth Still lazy, often bewitches others to stop training.

"Don't you get paid every day?"

Pierce asked back.

"Money? You let us come to Somalia to work for $00? Falk! *****" Booker raised his middle finger.

"What do you want?"

Booker glanced at the people behind him, "Five hundred dollars! At least five hundred dollars a day, and we have to rest!"

This is such a big appetite.

"God always said that human beings are greedy and hopeless, so he is right." The priest also muttered beside him.

"No, I think he's right. This amount of money is not enough."

Marbury, who had a grudge against the priest, stood beside Booker, raised his hand and shouted.

They want more benefits and rewards.

"Shut up!" Pierce's face was sullen and ugly. He regarded them as adults from homeless people. Is this how these guys treat him?

he thought...

This group of people will cherish this job even more, but it seems that time is the easiest way to change a person.

"We want a raise!" Booker shouted with his hands raised, looking at Pierce defiantly.

"I said, shut up!"

Pierce couldn't bear it anymore, put his foot on Booker's stomach, took out his pistol and shot him in the thigh!

boom!

The gunshot suddenly seemed like a basin of cold water, suppressing the group of people.

Booker screamed while hugging his legs, blood flowed from his fingers, and he started to roll his eyes in pain.

"You...you shot? What are you going to do? Kill us?" Marbury roared, and he punched Pierce on the back of the head with his fists, but with a few steps left, blood burst from his body. It turned out that he heard At the sound of gunshots, John and Mist rushed over with the arctic fox. When Marbury wanted to hope for the other party, John killed the other party with one shot!

No hesitation at all.

Marbury fell to the ground, vomiting blood, seeing that he could not live.

"What are you doing?!" John rushed over with a dark face, questioning loudly, looked at Booker, then at Pierce, his right cheek trembled slightly.

problem occurs!

At this time, an employee just ran over, looked at the scene full of surprise, and said, the boss is looking for Pierce.

"Let's go together." John frowned, then turned his head...