Chapter 183： : Glazer-level demon king!

Hargeisa!

The whole city is under martial law. You can see many militants driving pickup trucks and patrolling with machine guns on the street, but no one dares to resist.

What are you kidding?

None of the warlords in Africa took the position of Wen, they were all from military background, and they were known for their ruthlessness.

Who dares to be disobedient?

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

Suddenly at this time, several armed personnel rushed over and bombarded the pedestrians standing on the side of the road to both sides. If anyone was running slowly, they picked up the **** of their guns and threw them at them. Hiding aside, trembling, but there were also those who dared to look up and saw several cars driving towards them. Although they didn't know the make, they looked so pretty!

They watched the convoy drive into Hassan's "official residence" with almost "pious" eyes.

For them, these are big shots.

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Hassan was wearing a long robe today, with a little beard on his face. He put his hands in front of him, stood on the steps, looked at him with a smile on his face, looked to his side, and asked softly to his subordinates, "Nicholas?" Where is sir?"

"He's in the bathroom." As soon as the subordinate finished speaking, he heard footsteps behind him, and Tang Dao came out, "Sorry, I feel like I've caught a cold." He sneezed while talking.

Hassan smiled and teased, "Maybe you should cover your navel with dollar bills."

"So, I don't think these gentlemen will disappoint me." Tang Dao shrugged, put his hands in his pockets, and nodded towards the convoy with his chin, "They are here."

The Confederacy is actually a bulk organization composed of more than a dozen warlords.

But judging from their walking behavior before and after, you can know how powerful they are.

"The one at the front." Hassan introduced, "That guy is from Kismayo..."

"Joe Darrow?" Tang Dao answered, and the former was taken aback, "You know?" After asking, he felt that this question was stupid. Sellers looking for potential buyers must understand the market thoroughly.

"A sewer rat, eh?"

Hassan frowned, "I think you'd better not call him that later, Mr. Nicholas."

Tang Dao smiled and didn't make a sound. In fact, he was very concerned about this Joe. Darrow was still in admiration.

After all, the gangster who used to live in Cape Town, South Africa has now become a warlord. His method cannot be explained by just being ruthless. There are rumors that he controls half of the smuggling market in North Africa. Being able to go to the UK, of course, the death rate is also very high, at least one-third of the people will die on the way.

Do you think those who can do this business are ordinary people?

On the European side, he also has connections.

An American company "Undergroundking" (Underground King) commented him on the dark web as: one of the people who can influence the direction of North Africa, and the reward amount: 1.5 million US dollars!

As for hyperbole?

Don't be naive! This is Eagle Sauce's website, you think?

But it also explained a problem from the side, Joe. Darrow's background is complicated.

The group of people below seemed to be dominated by him and followed behind him.

Joe. Darrow walked up two steps, Hassan walked down, and there was a big hug between the two.

"Man, long time no see!"

"God has already arranged the time for our next meeting. All we need is to wait quietly, as if Somalia is destined to belong to us." This guy's voice is different from the warlord Tang Dao has seen, his voice is very gentle, On the contrary, he looked like a professor from the previous school, and as he spoke, his facial expression was calm, making people feel that he couldn't help but believe it.

Although Hassan was very disdainful in his heart, he still nodded in agreement, moved half of his body away, exposed the Tang knife on the back side, and said, "Come on, let me introduce you, Mr. Nicholas Tang." New 81 Chinese website updates the fastest computer terminal: https://

"Oh? The Somali Eagle?" Joe. Darrow's eyes lit up, and he stretched out his hand to speak proactively.

This nickname really makes people complain.

Why don't you call me Kato Taka?

Tang Dao was MMP in his heart, but there was still a smile on his face, and he shook hands, "This hand is just a nickname my friends give me. I'm just an ordinary second-hand dealer."

"If all the traffickers were like you, we could save a lot of work."

Joe. Darrow also patted the back of his hand affectionately with his left hand.

"I know you need it, so I'm here." Tang Dao said.

"Oh? It seems that General Hassan has decided on something?"

Although he was smiling, his words always gave people a feeling of being run on. While speaking, he looked at Hassan, who was not a vegetarian either. He laughed and hooked Joe. Darrow's shoulder, "The Confederacy is not mine alone, so I asked you to come over and discuss it together."

"A discussion?" Joe. Darrow nodded and dragged his voice.

Tang Dao frowned, straightened his clothes, and took two steps forward, which was very impolite. He was already taller than the other party, and he also had the advantage of the steps, so that he was now condescending. He looked at him, cast his eyes down, put his hands in front of him, and said calmly, "I don't think there is a more powerful arms dealer in North Africa than me."

simply!

direct!

Who dares to touch Lao Tzu's market cake?

Joe. Darrow's pupils froze, and he looked towards him. Hassan next to him also looked at him with a face full of surprise, then lowered his head and did not speak, and moved half of his body slightly, he was still happy to watch the fun.

A Somali warlord, an arms dealer!

But his ideal conflict did not happen, Joe. Darrow burst out laughing, holding a crutch in his right hand, handed it to the subordinate behind him, and said, "I have always heard that Mr. Nicholas is a very courageous person, but now I see that he is indeed so. No wonder, others dare not fight in North Africa and You frown."

"I'm just a businessman, and profit is the most important thing."

Joe. Darrow nodded, "That's right." He stretched out his hand, "Would you like to help me, an old man?"

This topic changed directly, which made Tang Dao a little uncomfortable, and opened his eyes, "What?"

"Something happened a few days ago, and I was targeted by a few Asians!" When he said this, he still looked at Tang Dao, "Those people are not simple, if it weren't for my guards. Maybe I’m going to see God.” The new 81 Chinese website updates the fastest mobile terminal: https:/

Joe. Darrow seemed to be explaining something, but Hassan heard the lingering fear he expected.

And Tang Dao frowned, now he finally understood why the other party was targeting him.

Could it be that he suspected that he sent someone to kill him?

What a joke!

Is he such a lowly person?

The reputation of Tang Dao is that it is respectful, humble and businessman!

But he wouldn't explain either, he just put it in his pocket and said lightly, "I can help you find them."

"I'm afraid they've already run away." Joe. Darrow looked deeply at the opponent, and now his right foot was still hurting, thinking of the shooter's tactical moves in his mind, beautiful! Simply, plain and simple.

Absolutely received professional military training.

Even the military adviser beside him said, "The strongest single soldier on the surface!"

Water!

He heard that there is a security company under Tang Dao's command, which is full of elite soldiers, as well as elite special forces from all over the world, and even can fight a small war.

Reason told him that the other party was not necessarily the murderer, but seeing Tang Dao's Asian face, Joe. Darrow was still on fire, and his knees ached when he thought about it.

"Gentlemen, I think you should go inside first, we have plenty of time to discuss." Hassan coughed and supported Joe on the left. Darrow, and Tang Dao, of course, didn't bother to get angry with him. Instead, the two of them acted like bodyguards, guarding him in. As soon as they stepped through the door, they blinked at the little angel, who nodded to show his understanding.

Asian?

Be sure to find out.

Maybe... get a good price?

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At this time, Mist, who was floating on the sea, frowned tightly, and looked into the distance with a telescope.

Just ahead was a Glazer-class general-purpose patrol ship flying the Bulgarian flag. On the deck, people in lifejackets were waving flags, signaling to the other party to stop the ship for inspection, and the radio was playing English.

This ship was originally produced in the United Kingdom, but in 1984 the first ship "Glazer" was launched, and then served in the Bangladesh Navy. It was mainly used to perform patrol tasks in the exclusive economic zone and fishery operation zone. The Bulgarian Navy also bought three ships. A ship, and the firepower is quite fierce, 1 Bofors 40mm 70 gun, 2 Oerlikon 20mm guns; 2 Oerlikon 20mm GAM-B01 guns, 1 2 7.62mm caliber machine guns...

This firepower is still very fierce.

"Stop the boat." Mist ordered.

"Boss..." The employee next to him yelled, and he continued, "Let a few people hide in the inner cabin, and take a look first, if there is a conflict later."

It's half-spoken, but everyone understands what it means. If the other party doesn't know what's going on, it's less than 50 nautical miles away from the high seas.

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