Chapter 385： : Well-known double standard

Of course, this female reporter was not killed by Tang Dao.

Too LOW!

Journalists are uncrowned kings, but only for civilized people, for capitalists, these are nothing but barking dogs!

If they say things they shouldn't, they'll have to die.

As for the follow-up results?

Hassan will solve it, throw a death row prisoner and give him a decent sentence, and then take him outside to shoot him. As for whether he is the real murderer or not?

It would be nice to have someone die.

In order to express its support for Hassan's "maintenance of law and order", the savior company also announced that it will donate 500,000 US dollars to the Somali government, and will provide security services for it when necessary.

This looks very polite on the surface, but it is actually a dirty PY transaction.

Both of them want to control the underworld of Mogadishu. According to the data analysis of the think tank of the savior company, this data is a collection of homicides in the past month. Through technical analysis and speculation, there are at least more than 5,000 homicides a year. People died violently, and bodies were found in stinking ditches all over the city.

What you can see every day is the rumbling tank, rampaging into it.

And those who are in charge of the battle are the fifty most elite members of the Hassan Guards, ThearmiesofHeaven, abbreviated as (TOH), which translates to the army of the kingdom of heaven, similar to the anti-terrorist force, and the military quality is guided by Mister and others. Therefore, This fighting style is a bit of a seal style, from equipment to tactics are all American.

Hassan also wants to raise more people, but the equipment on each of these fifty people cost close to more than a hundred thousand dollars, which may not be comparable to the official eagle sauce accessories, but it can also be compared with the tank on the land of Africa. Uncle Hei is slapping his wrist.

Using this is also considered training.

Under such a high-pressure situation, many people will inevitably come to him.

"Mr. Manuel, you came to see me suddenly today. What's the matter?" Tang Dao crossed his legs and looked at the black man in front of him. The old black looked elegant with a pair of glasses and a suit, but he seemed very hot , This forehead is full of sweat.

Manuel. Darnley Mohand.

The president of the Somali state-owned bank is a Sudanese. Although the bank is called state-owned, the biggest rich man behind it is the OAU, which later became the African Union. The main purpose of this alliance is to help develop and stabilize African people, human rights, and sustainable development. In addition, it also hopes to reduce armed wars in Africa and create an effective common market. The ultimate goal is to establish the "United States of Africa".

The most important thing is to stabilize the economy!

Therefore, in order to maintain the stability and legitimacy of this alliance, they are generally investors and actual controllers of various state-owned banks. Of course, some people do not want to play with them, such as Eritrea, because this organization was established in the capital of Ethiopia , Hate the house and the crow.

Manuel. Darnley Mohand is the actual economic controller of the Somali region. Perhaps his bank does not have as much money as Tang Dao can withdraw, but this identity is very unusual. A businessman may not be close to politics, but he must To understand politics.

Otherwise, for such an ordinary person, do you think Tang Dao would go to see him?

"Mr. Nicholas." Manuel thought for a while and spoke. He spoke with a very authentic London accent. He graduated from the London School of Economics and Political Science. That university is relatively good. Simply put, it is comparable to Oxford University, Cambridge University, and London University. The college and Imperial College of Technology are also known as "G5 Super Elite Universities", a member of the University of London Alliance, and a member of the prestigious Golden Triangle and Russell University Group in the UK.

To such an extent, Manuel came to be gilded.

Maybe it won't be long before he will be transferred to the headquarters to take up a higher position, because you are useful, so he is pleasing to you.

"I want you to persuade General Hassan to stop the so-called law and order rectification activities." Manuel couldn't stop after speaking, and the tension in his heart was temporarily suppressed, and he finished speaking in one breath.

Tang Dao looked at each other and smiled, and Manuel was terrified when he laughed.

"Mr. Manuel, what kind of answer do you want to hear? Official or my personal?"

"Is there... a difference?"

"Of course, if it's official, I just want to say that our savior is just a company and will not interfere in the government affairs of any country or organization. We only serve ourselves." Tang Dao's tone was a little slow, the topic changed, and his body leaned back. Lying in a paralyzed state, "If it's private, I just want to ask, who are you here for?"

Of course Manuel didn't care about Tang Dao's attitude, he crossed his hands, but said very earnestly.

"Mr. Nicholas, General Hassan's correction is of no benefit to Mogadishu. This world is like this, and the world of Africa is like that. It is inherently dark and can never be bright. Why do you ask for the sun to rise?" start?"

This is a beautiful statement, but Tang Dao thinks it is nonsense.

He didn't understand at all what Hassan and Tang Dao wanted!

Thought they were just trying to drive the darkness out of Mogadishu? Don't be kidding, he doesn't have time to help them find the light in this darkness, all he wants is to find his own interests in the darkness.

The light is nothing more than some interest groups monopolizing their own interests, and the darkness is nothing but the darkness described by these people.

Do angels have to be angels?

The methods are different, and the fat sheep raised naturally have different tastes.

Manuel was too naive. Tang Dao was so impressed by what he said that he didn't even talk about it. He said perfunctorily, "General Hassan may have the power to restore Somalia to light. I believe him. If you I didn't say anything else to me, I think, I have to go to work first, Jack, see off the guests." He put his knees on his knees and was about to stand up.

"Three million dollars!"

Manuel suddenly said that the banknote is still easy to attract people's attention, Tang Dao also stopped, and saw the other party stretch out three fingers, "I am here for peace talks on behalf of all the underground forces in Mogadishu, If Mr. Nicholas is willing to come forward, they are willing to contribute three million US dollars as hard work."

All forces?

Tang Dao looked at the well-dressed black man in front of him, and thought he was someone who turned out to be a beast in clothes. He must have cooperated with them in private, or would he be willing to stand up for them?

People who shout to revive the light but they themselves advocate the darkness and let others believe in the light.

Well-known double standards!

"Do you think I'm worth three million?"

Manuel looked ugly and said loudly, "Sir, if this continues, Mogadishu is not the situation anyone wants. Do you think they will stand still? They will resist, resist any violence."

"Can they blow up tanks? Or can they feel that they survived the bombing of armed helicopters? The weak will show their incompetent barking." Tang Dao said in a high tone, very sternly, this is also to scare the other party, staring at Manuel , and when the other party's facial expression gradually lost control, he gave the other party hope again, "Of course, I'd be happy to help you to say..."

Looking at the dazed Old Hei, Tang Dao stretched out a finger.

"But there is only one voice allowed in Mogadishu. Whose mouth should be sewed shut?"

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