Chapter 143： :what! I'm injured

Gregory was still alive, at least he could scream, covered his eyes and howled on the ground, blood seeped from his fingers, the boys around him were stunned, and they were at a loss when they realized it.

Even his cronies didn't know what to do now, and wanted to go up to help him, but Gregory's leg, which was in extreme pain, was kicking wildly in mid-air, and no one could get close.

The timid ones started to hide behind, and looked around from the corner of their eyes, for fear of being targeted by snipers.

At this time, the meaning of a sniper on the battlefield has already been reflected. Even if he stays here, the enemy is still on his back.

After all, GL is just an ordinary gangster, not even a society, without a complete command system, and when the boss is killed, it is now equivalent to a group of "flies" without a leader, at a loss.

"Peng!"

As soon as there was a shock, most of the gang members shrank their necks, opened their eyes wide, and looked in the direction of the sound in horror. They saw an Asian standing on the top of the building, holding a cigarette in his hand. Take a spray gun in your hand and shoot it into the sky!

When everyone looked over, Tang Dao raised a high-pitched microphone and spoke English, "Let your boss speak out!"

The younger brothers immediately became quiet, and their legs and feet did not move. He thought that the other party did not understand what he said, so he ticked his fingers at Horace, motioning for him to translate what he just said into Tigrenia.

Hollus' legs were weak from the start.

He regrets it a little now. He originally thought that he was a local tycoon with a little money to travel to Eritrea, but who knew that accidents often happen, and how many people "disappeared" in this hotel? According to the staff, gunshots were often heard, and... the group of foreigners on the first floor were gone, and only a few Asian subordinates were seen going out with sacks at the front desk.

Even if you think about it with your fart, you can roughly guess what's going on.

But Hollus was reluctant to part with the money, this Asian gave a lot of tips!

The poorer the place, the more aware of the importance of money.

Although scared, he still moved to the side of the stage, took over the tweeter, and babbled outside.

Someone finally answered below, and roared in a sad and angry tone. Horace's expression became weird, and he looked at Tang Dao, "Mr. Nicholas, they said...their boss was shot by a sniper."

Uh…

Tang Dao glanced at the **** of K, and smacked his lips. This is really lucky, and he hit the opponent's boss, which is one of the main reasons why many regular troops don't hang their ranks and don't salute on the battlefield.

"Then are they going to take revenge? Or are they going to block outside to protest?"

Hollus spread the words simultaneously, and the crowd below was in an uproar, as if feeling insulted, someone raised their weapons and shouted loudly, which aroused the echo of many people around them, raising their weapons and shouting.

"What did they say?" Tang Dao felt that the atmosphere was not right.

"They demanded that the murderer be handed over."

Hollus was a little helpless, did he think these Ethiopians were really idiots?

Your boss has fallen, so what are you still holding on to? If it was me, I would have run away early, does this Asian look easy to mess with?

Sure enough, Tang Dao smiled, and with a wave of his hand, four or five employees standing behind stepped forward. Hollus saw that there was something like an oval launcher on the firearms they were holding. Take a "big" round, crash into the launcher, raise the muzzle halfway, and shoot!

Hollus was about to stick his head out to look, but someone pulled him down.

boom!

The radius of this grenade can hit about 5 meters. Except for a few such as gas bombs or bacterial weapons, as long as it is a gunpowder type explosion, the hotel can feel a slight tremor.

Hollus opened his mouth halfway, even if he covered his ears, he was a little dazed.

He stood up with weak legs, pulled the railing and got up, looked down, his face paled suddenly, the scene below was horrible, there were dozens of GL members lying here and there, most of them could still move, only a few of them It was already cold, the ground was covered with blood and there were screams, when had he ever seen such a scene, he was so frightened that he covered his mouth and ran to the side to vomit.

Tang Dao narrowed his eyes, shook his head, and picked his hair with his index finger.

"Boss, Mr. Alexey is calling." The little angel handed over the mobile phone, and the latter took it, and threw the troll to the other party, "Halou, Mr. Alexey..."

"Nicholas, withdraw quickly. I received news that GL is heading in your direction. I think they are looking for you."

The Georgian on the phone was anxious.

"Oh?"

Tang Dao looked back, and sat down on the prepared mat, "Are you just talking about this? I think you called late. You should call General MacArthur and ask him to collect the body."

Alexey on the opposite side was quiet, and after about 20 seconds, he spoke again, just with a little self-mockery, "I even forgot that you are an arms dealer, and you must have the ability to protect yourself. The gangsters came to you. This is Worst choice."

"It's just God bless me." Tang Dao was still very modest.

"Is Mr. Nicholas injured?"

"I'm great, I feel like I can fly to Amsterdam right now and test my abilities."

Alexei also smiled, "I think this idea is great. I also have some friends in the Netherlands, and there will be a betting game there in a while. We can go and see it together."

Betting?

Although Tang Dao didn't know what it was, he still complied, and the other party continued, "Nicholas, actually, I think the time has come."

"opportunity?"

"The law and order in Eritrea is very bad. GL besieged the hotel where the foreign guests were staying in public. This is an extremely impolite behavior, and it even caused your injury." Alexey said the word "injury" here with special emphasis. "Don't you need compensation? You're right."

Tang Dao is also a smart person, and he immediately understood that the Georgians planned to gain more benefits from it.

Li Hongzhang was blinded in one eye and lost 100 million silver in compensation. If he was "injured" by the siege, wouldn't he at least be able to get more orders?

Injury and death are two outcomes.

"I suddenly felt a little pain in my chest. I thought, I'm going to call the doctor to see it." Tang Dao wrote lightly. It doesn't seem like it hurts like this, and I still have time to pick my nose.

"You can wait for my good news."

After hanging up the phone, Tang Dao narrowed his eyes and looked at the phone screen before handing it to Mister, "Call me a doctor, I think I'm going to be sick."

feel?

Mist once again felt that the boss was so brazen.

"How is that woman? Is she still not moving?" Tang Dao asked, biting his nails.

"She still doesn't respond, and I think she's going on a hunger strike."

Tang Dao's face darkened suddenly, "Toast, don't eat fine wine!"

This twisted melon is not sweet, even if it is to quench your thirst, what you drink may not be sour, but he always has a little patience for talents. He stretched out a finger, "Go and tell her again, I will at most Wait a day, if she is not sensible anymore, then kill her."

Let her go?

impossible!

"Understood."

…

The ashtray in front of MacArthur sitting on the sofa was full of cigarette butts.

He had already received the news first-hand that Gregory was knocked down, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead!

And that Asian also used a grenade, this is the key point, the lieutenant and his guards hid beside him and watched dumbfounded, and he didn't dare to go forward to "persuade a fight", the scene was too bloody, which made the main weapon The Eritrean Defense Forces with individual rifles were full of shocks.

Boom boom boom.

The black secretary unlocked the door, "General, Mr. Alexey is here."

MacArthur was not in a hurry, and stood up after thinking for a while, "Ask him to come in." After tidying up the slightly messy books on the table, he blew on the table, and some shreds of tobacco floated in the air. As soon as the **** was sitting firmly, Alexei walked in with his oily head combed, but his face looked very unhappy.

"General! I feel like I'm being insulted in Eritrea!"

This made the smile on MacArthur's face froze.

MDB!

"Mr. Alexey, I don't know what you mean by that?" After reacting, he just sat up straight and replied in the same tone of displeasure. For such a proud man, the other party came in with a questioning tone , let him very unhappy!

"Mr. Lloyd was killed in Asmara, and now it's Mr. Nicholas's turn to be blatantly besieged in his hotel. Walter, is the law and order here that bad? Or do you not take our safety at heart? superior?"

Alexei can also be regarded as a person who has undergone political cleansing. If this big hat is buckled first, MacArthur is a bit overwhelmed.

Maybe these arms dealers died, but you were assassinated or killed because of public security issues, these are two different things, GL's actions are indeed legitimate and bright, if you change yourself, maybe start now Turn the table over.

MacArthur took a deep breath, calmed down a little, stood up, and squeezed out an ugly smile, "Mr. Alexey, please calm down, this matter has nothing to do with us..."

"It's the first time I've seen such a euphemistic expression of incompetence." The Georgian sneered, and his words made the other party's expression change immediately.

"We came to Asmara at your invitation, UU Reading Don't you think you need to be responsible for our safety? General MacArthur, we are here to bring you peace, not to let us Sent to die."

Perhaps sensing the suppressed anger of the other party, and fearing to irritate him, Alexey put his hands on the table and lowered his tone slightly.

"I'm sorry, I'll order them to arrest these disturbers."

"This is your obligation, but we need compensation."

compensate?

What compensation is needed?

MacArthur opened his mouth, and met the other party's determined eyes, and the words changed.

"What compensation do you want?"

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