Chapter 111： : hero

As the saying goes: a fence with three stakes, a hero with three gangs!

If he wants to push the company from the small pond of Somalia to the big river of Africa, it is not enough for him to rely on ruthlessness. Now he has moved the interests of many people. According to the news from Frontesco, they implemented the The policy of "collecting protection" fees made those retail investors very dissatisfied, and clamored that they were breaking the rules of this industry.

The size of your mother!

What are the rules of doing business?

If I beat you with fists, you have to listen to me.

Frantesc borrowed the umbrella and walked out with dozens of armed employees. Didn't the other party have to hold their noses and agree?

But Tang Dao is after all about civilization and establishing a new style. This kind of violence is not his purpose (mainly because he is afraid that he will kill himself when he meets someone who is better than his fist.)

So he wanted to hug his thigh.

Bill Clemens happened to be the perfect candidate for this.

If you saved his son, you may owe a favor, but the favor will eventually be repaid, and you are vulnerable to interests, but after the two parties have tied their interests together, can he still sell his own interests?

People, don't trust feelings too much, this thing is really worthless in today's society.

When Bill heard Tang Dao's request, he frowned instantly, thinking about the pros and cons.

He is a successful businessman, and even now that his son is kidnapped, he is considering the gains and losses.

It is almost impossible for such a person to go bankrupt unless an external force strikes them.

The rich get richer and the poor get poorer.

"I want to know, Mr. Nicholas, what exactly does your company do?"

"Arms strafficking and security groups (arms sales and security protection)." Tang Dao said, "I have a complete purchase channel in the Soviet Union, and I have relationships with several military factories in the Czech Republic and North Africa. I can get the goods at extremely low prices. , and sell them."

Private arms dealer and mercenary leader.

Bill suddenly realized, regardless of his age, he immediately knew what Tang Dao meant.

By the thigh!

"As long as you agree, in the afternoon, Mr. Alex can come back for dinner and even look at the moon." Tang Dao said with a smile, leaning forward slightly.

If the other party can really get Alex back, the $5 million will be a "ransom" at that time.

Thinking of this, Bill's facial muscles relaxed slightly, and he nodded, "Yes, as long as he can come back."

This old man doesn't see the rabbit and doesn't scatter the eagle.

Pointing to the landline on the table, Tang Dao said, "I'll use the phone."

"Please."

Tang Dao walked over, pressed a string of numbers, and said after the other party answered, "Follow the action."

After saying these few words, he hung up the phone and said meaningfully to Bill, "Sir, I think you can prepare something for dinner with Mr. Alex tonight."

…

With a dark face, Luke Mazzaro slammed the microphone on the table.

Just now, Lieutenant Colonel Grant of the U.S. Army stationed in Somalia called him and asked him to release the children of wealthy South Africans who had been kidnapped by him, and he was in a warning tone. Even if he didn't look directly at him, he could feel Grant's arrogance Ang's look.

"QNMD! What are you for asking me to release someone?" Luke swears.

That was a ransom of tens of millions of dollars!

If you get this money yourself, how many people can you support? How many weapons to buy? At that time, let alone you have only one battalion of US troops stationed in Somalia, even if you come with one regiment, he will dare to fight.

Luke is gone?

Still think Ying Jiang can't lift a knife anymore?

The main reason is that the commando that hit EO made him inflated. He even thought that if he bought some millimeter double-barreled anti-aircraft guns from Tang Dao, who would be able to rush in?

The **** crowd is filled with two extremes.

The smart ones are very smart, for example, they can occupy positions in colleges and universities like Harvard, and the stupid ones can also be very stupid. They always think that the world is invincible after a few battles. The same is true for Aidid, thousands of people fight against dozens Wan Dajun, after being pressed to the ground and rubbed, he turned over and continued to rub.

He put Grant's words directly behind his ass, sat on the sofa, still sulking, smoked a cigarette, got up, and called his lover.

beep...

It rang a few times, and when Luke picked it up, before Luke could speak, he heard a thick male voice from the opposite side, "Mr. Luke Mazzaro?"

The former's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly asked, "You... who are you?"

Morocco, Casablanca!

In a villa near the central area.

John sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, holding a Czech CZ25 submachine gun in his left hand and a microphone in his right hand. He looked at the trembling mother and child in the corner. The woman was wearing pajamas, blond and blue-eyed, but she was a bit pretty. Holding her child tightly, she looked at the uninvited guest in horror.

According to information, this is the villa that Luke Mazzaro bought for his lover, and it cost 170,000 US dollars.

And they gave birth to two children, which is really cute.

John was still in the mood to tease them.

"Don't be nervous, me? I'm just a good person. I think it's a very moral act for you to kidnap Mr. Alex and the others. I strongly condemn and ask you to release him. What do you think?"

Luke Mazzaro's mind went blank. Could it be... that guy is so powerful?

"I..." He opened his mouth, and after jumping out a word, he was a little bit reluctant to part with the money. The money should be able to change a lover, and all he cared about was his son.

The smile on John's face faded, his brows raised, and he sat up straight.

"What? Are you hesitating? It seems that you are very unhappy, or think we are too gentle? Then don't blame us!"

He nodded towards an employee wearing a mask, and the latter took one of the boys and burst into tears. The woman howled miserably, and stretched out her hand to grab her son's feet, but was caught by the employee. On the shoulder, he fell to the ground with a cry of pain, and wanted to get up again, but someone put a gun on his head, "I don't want to die, don't make a sound."

"Don't worry, ma'am." John put on a smile that he thought was gentle, and then put his fingers between his lips, "Be quiet, I don't like crying very much."

Then he touched the child's head, pinched his face, and finally took his little hand. The latter struggled vigorously. The employee clamped him under his armpit and pressed his head. John said to the phone, "Luke Sir, which finger do you want to see? I'll give it to you."

"Please... please wait a moment!" Luke was anxious.

This is his only son, and he is very fond of him. Otherwise, he would not spend nearly 10,000 U.S. dollars a year to send him to a local noble school in Morocco. He even plans to wait for his son to grow up, send him to study in the United States, and come back to inherit his legacy. Location.

Luke's thinking was very feudal.

After all, it is now in the 1990s, and there are still some African countries that have not broken away from feudalism. In their minds, they think more about the inheritance system. You may not know that the car repair guys or salesmen you see in many European countries They may be one of the heirs of the chief in Africa. This world is too dangerous, and there are big people everywhere.

"Have you thought it through? I don't have much patience."

John checked his watch, his voice growing impatient.

"Can I just let Alex go?" Luke was still planning to bargain.

"Sir, maybe you misunderstood me and thought we were too gentle. I'm sorry. Your words made me feel very ashamed, so I'm sorry." John said with a smile on the microphone, "I'll send your wife off first. Go to God."

As soon as the words fell, the employees standing on both sides of the blonde woman rudely pulled her hair and pulled him up. The latter was holding a little girl in his arms, crying. She begged and asked John to let her go.

But Jo shrugged instead, "I'm sorry, your husband is not very sensible."

As an instructor of the Delta Force, he has seen too much killing and bloodshed, and he can control his poor compassion. This is why after the millennium, many countries stipulate that special soldiers who have retired from active service must implement certain controls. Because no matter in terms of skills or psychology, they are too destructive to this society.

The employee grabbed the girl from side to side and dragged her into the bathroom, where the bathtub was filled with water.

Just press her head in!

"Grrrrrrrrrrrr..."

The girl struggled, shaking her hands vigorously, and bubbles kept coming out of the bathtub, and the water splashed all over the two employees.

Gradually…

The struggle became lighter until he lay motionless in the bath.

John tilted his head, saw the girl slowly being dragged out of the bathtub, and then picked up the phone again, "What do you think? Do you want...let your child try again?"

"You killed Belina?!"

"No, no, she drowned herself. Don't talk nonsense. We are just discussing with you." John said, "No one can explain this kind of death. Maybe it's him today, me tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow. Is it you? Are you right?"

Luke Mazzaro's eyelids twitched.

The hidden meaning in the other party's words is too obvious, if you don't listen to the persuasion, the next one will kill you.

But this so-called money can really harden people's hearts!

Moreover, Luke is an ordinary person who can become a warlord from an ordinary person?

The world is uncertain in troubled times, and they are all heroes!

If he gets the ransom, he can use it to buy weapons, at least double the power, isn't he a child?

If you have money, you can have everything, and the big deal is to be born again!

Thinking of this, Luke's face became firm and crazy. He took a deep breath and said to John, but gritted his teeth, "I will avenge them!" After saying simply, he hung up the phone decisively.

John is at a loss...

Is that guy really so cruel?

He turned his head and looked at the two children Frowning, he made another call.

"He doesn't cooperate, let's implement plan B!"

"receive."

After John hung up the phone, he looked at the two children uninterestedly, "I'll leave it to you, keep it clean, the law and order in Morocco is not that of Somalia."

…

And in Mogadishu, after Pierce received a call from John, he sounded the alarm!

Doe and T-80 tanks were pulled out, and even the guns were mounted on pickups.

Go to war!

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