Chapter 305： : game in game

oom!

Omar directly pulled the trigger, not talking nonsense like the TV show, hoping that the other party would change his mind, the small-caliber bullet was aimed at the skull, and this half of the skull exploded, and immediately, the brains were splashed, and the blood was stained on the lips. He also licked slightly.

Um!

Blood is astringent.

The crowd fell silent, followed by frantic screams, but there were also roars from loyal Aidid loyalists, including the guards who rushed up to tear Omar apart, all weapons in their hands were raised towards him, But with a calm expression on his face, he fired several shots at the fallen corpse, turned around, and looked at the guards rushing over, without panicking at all.

chug chug!

The rapid gunfire exploded, and I saw four or five guards wearing government uniforms shooting at the crowd. If there was time, I took out a grenade from the crotch, pulled the tab, and threw it over!

boom!

Those who couldn't dodge were killed on the spot.

This scene was very sudden, a shuttle bullet went down, several people died on the spot, this hall was more like a massacre!

And it was a premeditated and targeted action.

The hall is full of corpses!

It can be said that all the main figures of the Aidid regime died here.

Omar looked down at Aidid who fell to the ground and died, took a deep breath, and was about to turn around, when suddenly the back of his head was pushed against by a hard object, and the icy feeling from above immediately made his whole body The murderous intent stopped abruptly, and he said in as calm a tone as possible, "Why?"

Standing behind him was a strong black man with a pistol in his hand, pointing to his forehead. Hearing his question, he said in a deep voice, "I'm sorry, your head is worth $50,000."

Omar's pupils shrank, and he blurted out, still very sad and indignant: "Nicholas..." Before he finished speaking, there was a gunshot behind him, and he could see the blood spraying from his forehead in front of him, his eyes widened, A scene flashed in my mind.

The Asian looked at himself under the dim night light, and told him that Aidid was here to destroy Somalia, and this city needs a new orderer, and he was willing to help Omar sit in that position, for the common ideal and target.

Make Somalia great!

The man also said that when Aidid died, he was willing to contribute 100 million U.S. dollars to help Somalia build infrastructure and the most basic social system. See, "The Great Friend of the African."

Omar was moved by the other party. It should be said that he was persuaded by himself. I am not betraying, I am just making the country greater.

all of these…

It turned out to be a scam!

Tang Dao didn't intend to let him sit in that position at all, and even said that he didn't want "peace" in Somalia at all.

Omar closed his eyes full of regret, and fell beside Aidid.

He was too stupid to trust that man.

"Take the corpses, let's go." The strong black man pointed to the two corpses.

They are mercenaries recruited by Tang Dao. They earn 2,000 US dollars a day. This job is easy to do. They just hide by Omar's side and wait for the opportunity to explode. Obviously, they can earn tens of thousands of dollars now.

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"Wow! Dude, are you kidding me? Two million dollars, can you take Mogadishu?"

Hassan, the speaker in southern Somalia on the other end of the phone, seemed very excited. Tang Dao moved the microphone away from his ear a little bit, wondering if this old black would have such a big reaction? But he still has to keep a smile on his face, which is respect for the dollar. He shook his toes slightly, "Of course, as long as you give the money, you should think about how to sit in the president's position tomorrow."

Hassan swallowed as the voice came through the microphone.

He was moved.

"But to be clear, it is impossible for my people to join this battle all the time. You must enter Mogadishu as soon as possible."

"My mechanist will be there in three hours!" Hassan said.

Mechanist?

But he was a little confused about Tang Dao. Could it be that Hassan is so advanced? This has to be looked at.

"Okay, I'll wait for you in Mogadishu."

After hanging up the phone, the smile on Tang's face faded, and he tapped his fingers on the coffee table, as if he was thinking about something.

At this time, John knocked on the door and came in, looked at the cigarette butts on the ground, "Boss, General Gesenrui promised that as long as we can kill Aidid, he is willing to help us get the military order."

"He's almost in trouble. God has blessed him before he entered the court-martial. What promise can he give us?" Tang Dao frowned, as if mocking, a little dissatisfied with the result.

This cannot bring him greater benefits.

The corpses of Aidid and Omar should get him more.

"Does it need to be replaced?" John asked softly, looking at the boss from the corner of his eye.

Although Tang Dao's mouth was very upset, his actions were very honest. He thought about it for a while, and he thought about it carefully. If he can become a brigadier general, there is also a group behind Garrison. Otherwise, why do you think he will be sent to the front line? Participating in this "must win" operation is to add some gold to his resume, but who knows, the ship has turned over completely.

Thinking about it, it was a good deal to exchange two corpses for the friendship of the group behind him.

But Tang Dao is an "ambitious man". He hoped for more, and he snapped his fingers, "You will be responsible for this."

John nodded and stood up straight.

"Work hard. It won't be long before we think about how to expand." Tang Dao was full of confidence in this. He stood up and helped John tidy up his clothes. The two of them were so close that they could hear each other's breathing. When he arrived, there was still a bit of gentleness in his voice, "In a few days, accompany me to Boston, our friends are waiting."

Goosebumps tightened on John's back, obviously he couldn't bear this kind of "treatment", he took a step back, hurriedly responded, and then ran away from the office, only to find that his back was wet It's full of sweat, the boss is getting more and more BT, and it seems that he has never heard of him recruiting X, as if women are insulated from him.

Including a few Chinese women who also showed affection for the boss before, but he just didn't like anyone and refused!

But just now...it was so close to me!

John clamped his ass, which was a bit inexplicable, rubbed his face, and fled.

At this time, Tang Dao, who was in the office, squinted his eyes, and began to think about his "conditions" in his brain.

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Washington, Southeast District, Club Street.

Here is a mansion with an average price of more than 7,000 US dollars. A red Ferrari is parked at the door Inside the iron gate, there is a Labrador jumping nervously, and Garrison in casual clothes push the lawnmower.

Since the failure of the operation, he has been "under house arrest" here. Many people in the parliament demanded that he go to prison. It was his arrogant command that caused the heavy losses, but when the plan was announced, those people shouted the loudest.

If he hadn't been in the council, he would have been regarded as an abandoned child by now.

The game between the two interest groups, he is slowly pushing back to death.

In the case of heavy casualties, there must always be someone who is in charge and takes the blame. He is very suitable.

Just when Garrison was also desperate, a call from Somalia pulled him out of the abyss.

"Nicholas!" He was weeding, his eyes narrowed, and the name came to mind.

I've never seen it, but I've heard of it for a long time.

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