Chapter 172： :Goods to

Water?

Nicholas Tang?

that man!

Omar's face immediately collapsed, and the facial muscles were twitching.

"Mr. Nicholas has a long-term cooperative relationship with us. Moreover, he is more upright and has a good personal relationship with me. He just called to talk about his business." Cherkovso said, pointing to the red landline.

Omar knew that Tang Dao's channel was in Eastern Europe, but he didn't expect it to be in Ukraine.

This made him panic.

After all, Aidid sent him here secretly. Most importantly, that Asian is not a simple person. When he smiles, he looks like a vulture, and his eyes can make you tremble all over.

"You should know each other? Or, come and meet me?"

Omar quickly shook his hand and smiled dryly, "No... no, I have other things to do later, so I won't stay." While talking, he glanced at his watch, picked up his bag, and said in a hurry, "General, please go ahead. I go first."

He walked around the table, and when he reached the door, he turned his head again and said with a embarrassed smile, "General Cherkovso, please don't talk about today's matter with Mr. Nicholas."

Cherkov, who was buttoning up buttons, paused, with a smile on his face, "Don't worry, I've never been a gossip."

Only then did Omar leave in peace.

After he left, the Ukrainian said again, "However, if you can sell it for a good price, why not sell it?"

…

Small wounds like broken skin and rotten flesh can be bandaged up by yourself.

Just to disinfect the wound, it needs to be wiped with alcohol. Tang Dao sat on the sofa, lifted up his clothes, gritted his teeth, and signaled Mister to do it. Smear it up.

hiss!

Tang Dao sucked in a sharp breath.

The pain from his arm made him feel much clearer all of a sudden, his cheeks were bulging, and his veins were not visible. After Mister finished disinfecting, Tang Dao's back was covered with cold sweat, and his eyes were still bloodshot. The blood color on his face slowly reappeared, he let out a long breath, held his breath in his heart, picked up the red wine on the table with his right hand, and took a big sip, which can relieve the feedback of the cerebral cortex to the pain.

"Boss, General Cherkovso is here." The employee guarding the door came in and said.

"Please come in."

Tang Dao retracted his hand and **** the gauze. He felt swollen when he moved a little.

The Ukrainian wears a Soviet hairstyle, and has turned towards the characteristics of a leader (bald). When he came in, his tone was very anxious, "OMG! Are you injured so badly?"

actor!

They are all actors.

Tang Dao admired in his heart, sure enough politicians have two faces, but this person is in the arena, all relying on acting skills, he is also not a vegetarian, holding his injured hand with his right hand, licking his dry lips, motioning for him to please He sat down, then bent down and took out a pack of camels from under the table, leaned against the edge and knocked, a cigarette slipped out, held it in his mouth, and stretched it towards Cherkovsky. A little addicted to cigarettes, I pulled out one.

"Son of a bitch!"

Tang Dao took a deep breath of the cigarette, exhaled the smoke, twirled it on the forehead, and then slapped the table with a slap, swearing.

Almost startled Cherkovso, turned around, coughed, took down the cigarette, and put it in his hand, "We will investigate this matter and give you a satisfactory answer."

MD!

The ghost of your own family, why are you investigating?

"Just leave this matter to us. I don't want to trouble you. However, I do feel that the security in Kyiv makes me think that I am in Somalia." No matter how thick-skinned he was, his face was blushing at this time.

Since 1991, the crime rate in Ukraine has been increasing at a rate of 20% every quarter, and society is really about to collapse!

But there is no way to tell him that, he is just an admiral, and in such a system, he can turn around if he is missing, so he can only keep silent and not answer, pretending that silence is golden.

Tang Dao raised his eyelids, seeing that the other party looked like a grandson, he was not interested in continuing to hurt, so he clicked his mouth, frowned and smoked.

Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Cherkov crossed his hands, rubbed the tiger's mouth, and talked about business, "The weapons and equipment you ordered in advance have been sorted out, and the Hind and the main battle tank have all been dismantled and shipped to the airport warehouse. "

so fast?

This is really a little surprising. The speed of selling weapons and equipment is not slow, which is really a little surprising.

Thesavior company mainly relied on Il-76 and freighter to transport the goods. The former has already docked at the Ukrainian military airport. Due to various limitations in the design of this transport aircraft, the width of the cargo compartment of the aircraft is limited, so that the main battle tank of the Soviet Union must be dismantled. The side skirts can only be loaded into the cargo compartment, and for example, a T-62 main battle tank weighs 40 tons. How much can this transport aircraft hold? For these big items, there is no way but to go by sea, and some small toys are only loaded by fat people.

"You can take someone to inspect the goods now," Cherkov said.

"Of course, this is the best, I can't wait."

This batch of goods is what Eritrea wants. As long as they are sent over, at least 100 million yuan, Tang Dao will be able to display many ideas in his mind, such as establishing intelligence agencies, think tanks, and systematically cultivating combat talents. Wait, these all cost money.

Cherkovso pointed to his hand, "Why don't you take a good rest and send someone to follow me."

"It's okay, my foot is not broken." Tang Dao said.

Mainly, if he didn't see those "little babies" his injury would be more serious.

The Ukrainian shrugged his shoulders and didn't force it. He was also counting on Tang Daodu to inspect the goods earlier and pay the money. There are still many people waiting to share the spoils.

…

Kurt's eyelids kept twitching. He now felt that even the arhat soup in front of him was tasteless. He wiped his mouth with a napkin, stood up, and pulled away the chair to go to the bathroom, but as soon as he stood up, he saw Then two rough-looking white men walked in from the restaurant, wearing suits and cropped.

The two sides looked at each other in mid-air, and then... sparks exploded!

Kurt ran away, and the two white men hurriedly caught up.

fake!

Mainly, he didn't know why he ran, but the subconscious in the cerebral cortex told him that these two people came to find him.

boom!

In a panic, Kurt bumped into the waiter who was serving the food, and the arhat soup he was carrying was scattered in the air, causing screams from the surrounding guests, including himself, who was also very hot, and threw himself on the table , picked up the basin and threw it at it, and was dodged one by one by the opponent.

He lifted the table and ran towards the back kitchen of the restaurant. He was too panicked to choose his way. The chef inside was shocked when he saw this, but he still dispersed wisely. Now Kurt couldn't run away.

"who are you!"

This question was stupid. After the two white men looked at each other, they didn't bother to answer. They went forward together, grabbed him left and right, held his head down, and stuffed it into the pot on the gas stove, which was boiling oil.

Puff blah blah...

Oil stains kept exploding on it, causing Kurt's face to hurt, and he shouted in horror, "Stop, stop, you are committing a crime!"

"Sir, our boss thinks you have too much mouth, he asked me to tell you, don't move any more, you are annoying!" one of the people said in his ear.

But as soon as they finished speaking, UU Reading and they let go of their hands, obviously not intending to really fry him.

Kurt's legs were weak, and he sat slumped on the ground, swallowed his saliva, and rolled his Adam's apple.

Is this a warning?

boss?

He thought of Nicholas all of a sudden, he had nothing else but his line, he was feeling very sad, fearful, angry...

That Asian dare to touch himself?

After watching the two white men leave, Kurt clasped his hands and wanted to get up, but he was really scared, his legs and feet were weak, tears were about to drip down, and he yelled at the guests who came to watch the fun outside, "Help …help me!"

A few brave ones came over, helped him up, sniffed his nose suddenly, and looked at his lower body at the same time.

This guy... peed his pants?