Chapter 107： : Jie, not a good person.

Tang knife is very tough.

The three of Frontesque could feel the pressure he brought.

Especially his eyes are full of sharpness, he can feel the cold sweat on his back just staring at you like this.

"I think we can take it one step at a time, emptying Mogadishu first. I have a personal relationship with General Aidid. I can persuade him to only buy our weapons. As for the others, we charge half of each shipment. layers of profit!"

Isn't this just collecting protection fees in disguise?

In fact, there are "protection fees" charged in various industries, but there are also big bosses in the arms or flour business who want to rectify, such as Eagle Sauce, he is holding a cigar, wearing a windbreaker, and sunglasses, shouting: "Gentlemen, you should Pay the money!"

The big dog in the Middle East gave him a shot in the head, and the younger brother behind him was about to move, so frightened that Ying Jiang shut his mouth and screamed, "We can reason."

No one can be the real king of the underworld, no one can!

Tang Dao's protection fee is only limited to Mogadishu. His main function is to consolidate the territory!

Anyway, who dares to object to this piece of land?

Aidid can't, Grant can't, everyone else is scum.

"Slap!"

Tang Dao lit a cigarette and crossed his legs. He found that the camel (camel) smoked much better than cigars, and that thing was only suitable for holding x. In this era, the standard equipment for successful people is Motorola hand holding and cigar mouth. Wearing a suit and wearing a suit.

After taking a deep sip, he exhaled a smoke ring.

"That's it! Do you have anything to add?"

The three looked at each other, and they all saw helplessness in each other's eyes.

What can they do?

He could only nod in agreement, acting very well-behaved.

But everyone here is not a good guy, both of them pouted their buttocks, and everyone knew what **** they wanted to do.

Tang Dao glanced at them from the corner of his eye, knocked his lower lip with his front teeth, and closed his eyes. Of course he knew how fragile this alliance was. If the enemy was tougher, maybe they would disperse.

He could only tell them in his heart.

Anything can be done, just don't be a second-rate boy.

After a strange silence in the office, they looked at each other, and a group of people burst into laughter.

Oh shit!

All actors.

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Bill Clemens frowned and looked at the man in front of him.

The man was sitting carelessly with a cigarette in his mouth, and he was also wearing a pair of earth-brown overalls and slacks, similar to the combat uniform of the US military.

Ibbin Barrow!

The head of the South African mercenary organization EO Group!

Of course, they were not the biggest in 1991, and their speed quickly increased only after they made a lot of money in the civil war in Sierra Leone, but the current eo is definitely the best mercenary in South Africa.

"Mr. Yibin, I have already told you my request, but your asking price is too high, 800,000 US dollars? This is impossible." Bill said that he was very straightforward, and he didn't coward the mercenary leader at all. It's just a worthwhile spokesperson.

Ibin Barrow's voice was a little low, he wiped his long hair, he likes this hairstyle, it looks like his idol Michael Jackson (in his own opinion.), "800,000 dollars is not expensive at all, because it is Somalia, this The most chaotic place on the planet, we can't guarantee it at all, our actions are hidden, we have too much work to do, and you have to find that white...Alex, this job is very difficult."

He almost said what was on his mind about Alex.

Of course, Ibin Barrow also thought that the other party was indeed an idiot. Did he think that North Africa was playing tricks like South Africa? As long as you have money in that place, you can easily recruit hundreds of people. At the beginning, eo also wanted to go to recruit some people, but the quality of the personnel in that place is really poor. To suppress firepower, for them, it is enough to learn Buddhist marksmanship.

And the discipline is extremely poor, which is also the overall view of the entire mercenary community on Africans.

Bill frowned in dissatisfaction. This guy was even more proud than the rumors said. He was an old man, and he was only the second in command of the 32nd Battalion Air Reconnaissance Team in South Africa. He didn't even have the qualification to sit in front of him. Mandela turned a developed country into a developing country. He may still be eating from the country, but now he asks for 800,000 US dollars?

Damn... pigs!

Ibin Barrow wasn't panicking at all. It was the other party who should be panicking. He was very sure that the business was settled by himself.

The two stalemate for about two or three minutes, and finally Bill was defeated, "Okay! It's 800,000 US dollars, but my son must be rescued."

"Don't worry, we are professionals in this matter. I have a professional rescue team under my command, all of whom are special forces elites from some countries. According to the regulations, you have to pay now."

Bill didn't stop him either, and after calling the secretary in, he asked him to deposit money into his eo account.

Seeing that he couldn't run away, Ibin stood up and said goodbye, put his pockets in his pocket, shook his head, pressed the cigarette **** into Bill's ashtray, and left a sentence, "Leave it to us."

"Boss, this matter..." the male secretary wanted to say, but Bill blocked it with his hand. The latter stood up and walked to the window. He could see two off-road vehicles condescendingly, and Ibin was walking downstairs. When he came out, two strong men in smart clothes and sunglasses got out of the car.

Just as Ibin was about to get into the car, he suddenly looked back and looked up, meeting Bill's eyes.

He raised his hand, raised his hand towards the other party and smiled, and said softly, "He is really a rich man who dotes on his son." After he finished speaking, he climbed into the off-road vehicle. It was not because of his conceit that he could be seen by others , just the opposite.

Ibin Barrow is a very cautious person. He has to personally participate in the combat plan, and formulate plan b based on intelligence, so as to ensure that if the mission fails, he will be one of the main responsible persons. He reminds himself by this that absolutely Can't go wrong.

This is a ruthless man.

You thought his nickname in the South African Army: "Gazelle".

This is one of the smartest animals in Africa.

This nickname is definitely not wrong.

…

At the same time, Moscow is icy and snowy.

The winter here can almost be advanced to September. If you don’t believe in evil, you can put your tongue on the pole to see how terrifying the Siberian cold current is.

When Robert and others got off the plane, they boarded the hotel car that had been waiting for a long time. They booked the best Leningrad Hotel in Moscow. This is the shortest of the Seven Sisters skyscrapers, with a total height of 134 meters including the spire.

You're picked up by a big bearded Russian guy in an old fashioned suit!

Typical, you can see it in his face, the muscles that make Robert tremble.

"Sir? Are you..." He tilted his head suddenly, took out a piece of paper from his pocket, and read according to it, "Mr. Robert Lee?"

He actually forgot the customer's name?

"Yes."

"Hi, I'm the driver. You can call me Blakely Nordor Lenin Ivan Doninevsky." Maybe it's because the vocal lines are too thick, and his words are like buzzing .

"Hi, Blackley."

Robert wiped off his cold sweat, and quickly changed the subject, "Where's the car?"

"It's just outside, but where's your luggage?"

"No need, we always just bring money, wherever we go, we buy clothes if we don't have them."

The old man nodded cutely, and then led them out the door, and saw a very clean old-fashioned jeep. Although it was old, it was not messy inside, and it looked very comfortable.

The airport is more than thirty kilometers away from the hotel.

Driving in this snow field is very slow, otherwise the tires will easily slip. Robert looked around the street, begging beggars shivering at the corner of the street with their clothes on, and there were also men wearing cotton clothes walking fast, with tired and disappointed faces. , and there are even "exploiters" who are sitting in a coffee shop blowing on the heater, holding a cup of coffee, and blushing.

This furry bear in red clothes was lying on the hospital bed, allowing Dr. Yingjiang to perform surgery on it, stuffing black cotton into its abdomen, and smiling: "Sleep, you get up, and the disease will be cured." .”

"Can you find a job in Moscow now?" Robert suddenly asked this sentence for no reason.

Brackley, who was driving, looked up at him through the mirror, paused, and shook his head, "It's hard to find, I used to be a strongman, but then the club closed, so I went to carry things for people, one day It's only 10 rubles at most, and you can't buy a loaf of bread at all."

"Then isn't your current job pretty good?"

"Later, I went to interview the driver, and I beat up all the **** who took jobs from me. I was left alone, and of course I was the only one to look for." When Blakely talked about the past, he still A little smug.

Robert looked at his arm muscles, and he had no doubt that this punch could knock out human feces.

He just couldn't think of Lao Maozi, who was also dying of illness. It seemed...

Really dying.

After about an hour or so, we finally arrived at the hotel.

Leningrad Hotel It has ancient Russian and baroque patterns, and the hotel entrance area is like a medieval castle. The hotel is characterized by Venetian-style glass ceilings, the length of the multi-storey chandelier in the middle is equivalent to the height of a floor, and the elevator interior is gilded with carvings and gilded bronze. Between the seventh and eighth floors, the right side of the front staircase is decorated with the world's longest garland hanging lamp, and its astonishing length of 15.5 meters has been recorded in the Guinness Book of World Records.

Robert booked three presidential suites.

Anyway, Tang Dao is never stingy on business trips. For the sake of the company, employees have to live in the best hotels, except of course if the mission requires it.

Strange to say, there are many poor people in Moscow, but the presidential suite is fully booked!

When they were walking towards the VIP elevator under the leadership of the staff, a group of people just got off. The leader was an Asian, with small and capable eyes, frowning, and walking very fast. He is a very decisive person, followed by several people Two groups of people passed by, Robert and him stopped at the same time, the other side hooked their backs, looking back like a wolf, this action is wolf Aggressive!

"Jieren, you don't look like a good person!"

These words popped up in the minds of both of them at the same time.

The two groups of people also looked at each other. They were all desperadoes. The atmosphere gradually became tense, and some even turned their backs.

It's like what you look at, what you look at!

Then maybe it's just a matter of disagreement and it's done.

But obviously they were all civilized people, and they nodded at each other and went their separate ways.

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