Chapter 113： : Old accent!

When Bill saw his son again it was at the Cape Town Hotel.

After receiving a call from Tang Dao, he hurried over with his bodyguards. Before the Rolls-Royce Silver Spirit stopped, he saw a white woman rushing out of the car and almost tilted her foot. The doorman helped After helping him, before he had time to thank him, he rushed in.

Bill also had an anxious face, but he was still quite dignified, walking behind with a cigar between his teeth.

After all, the boss must have style.

In the hall, he saw Alex. The woman hugged the scarred man and was crying, which attracted the eyes of everyone around him, looking at him suspiciously.

Bill took a few deep sips of his cigar, looked at Tang Dao standing up from the sofa, and extended his hand gratefully, "Thank you very much for your help, Mr. Nicholas."

"This is my sincerity for the cooperation between the two of us. I still have a good face in Somalia." Tang Dao pursed his lips and smiled, and left very wittily, "Don't disturb your reunion. There is a lot of business between us. time."

After speaking, he left with his employees.

Bill looked back and watched him get on the elevator, thinking deeply, but the woman wiped her tears, "Mr. Nicholas is really a good man."

nice guy?

Have you ever seen an arms dealer with a good guy?

They only have dollars and interests in their eyes.

Even Bill felt that this Asian played a role in Alex's kidnapping.

But he can't say these words. There is no right or wrong when it comes to interests, only time and rewards, and Bill also feels the increasingly tense and acute situation in Africa, even within the Mitchum military industry. The pressure urgently needs an externally powerful ally to stand on the same front as myself.

Even if Nicholas is involved, it can only be said that his ambition is big enough and dark enough.

And Bill is also confident that he can hold him down.

So, I squinted my eyes and said as my wife said, "Yeah, he's a good guy."

Walking into the elevator, Tang Dao's smiling face froze, and his facial muscles twitched a bit, "How many people died?"

"Three people died, all trainee employees." The employee answered softly beside him.

3 people, according to regulations, that is a humanitarian subsidy of 60,000 US dollars.

This made Tang Dao's face slightly relaxed, but it was still very ugly. After the elevator opened, he walked out first, and said, "Tell John and the others that all soldiers in the world who want to make money will come to me. It’s best to be the one who has actual combat experience, no matter which country he is from, don’t bring me some trash.”

If the person who died with him was a formal employee, the pension alone, plus the consumption of weapons and ammunition, etc., would cost close to a million dollars after a battle.

"and also…"

The employee was about to open the door for him, but Tang Dao stood still, turned his head, with a solemn face, "Watch Alex for me, that little guy won't stay here so honestly."

"Boss, do we still want to be his nanny?"

"Of course not. I just want to say that his father is really rich." Tang Dao said meaningfully, then pressed his hand on the door and pushed in. The two employees looked at each other behind, unconsciously severe.

…

Moscow.

The State Bank of the USSR is located on Arbat Street.

This is a very classical European-style building, elegant, solemn, but full of decay.

The flow of people in and out is sparse, and there are even more homeless people lying outside than there are customers inside.

In a Russian restaurant diagonally across the street, there were three Asians sitting by the window, as if they were reincarnated from starvation, chomping on the food, even without the cutlery, just pressing their faces inside. One of them stuck out his tongue and licked it.

This made the bearded boss with a body size of two hundred catties close to the counter, with the flesh on his stomach resting on it, staring at them with his right hand holding the baseball bat under the table. For a while, there were too many people who ate Bawang's meal. As long as these people ran away, he would smash the stick on their legs!

"Damn it, Anzi, you should save some for the eagle! You eat so much by yourself, have you never had enough to eat?" Gao Jianguo slapped the back spoon of a man on the left hand side, and the bowl of soup was full. After being killed by him, he patted his stomach and nodded with a simple and honest smile, "Yes, I haven't had enough food for a long time, from the army..."

He stopped abruptly in the middle of his words, raised his head, and looked at Gao Jianguo cautiously.

The latter didn't say a word, but the corners of his mouth drooped slightly, and he looked very uncomfortable. He touched his pocket, paused his hands, and raised his head, "Do you have any cigarettes?"

Several people looked at each other, and it was Anzi who said softly, "Boss, didn't you say that smoking is harmful to your health, so why don't you tell us not to?"

Gao Jianguo's face darkened, these brothers are too **** tough, this won't work!

Just when he was about to scold his mother in a low voice, the door of the restaurant was opened, and a gust of cold wind blew in, making people shiver, the fat boss babbled a lot, waving his hands, very dissatisfied, as if complaining , a young man in a black jacket and covered in snow ran in. There was a scar on his right cheek, a faint V-shaped wound.

It can be seen that it is very deep!

It was like being stabbed obliquely by a military thorn.

"Eagle, sit down, fill your stomach first." Anzi seemed to have found a savior, and ran over politely to help him pull the chair away, with a charming smile on his face, which stunned the latter, "Anzi, you Had the head been kicked by the mule?"

"You! Forget it, I won't tell you, isn't it polite? Why are we going abroad, of course we must be polite."

Gao Jianguo waved his hands, crossed his hands, looked serious, and asked a little nervously, "How is it inside?"

"Very empty! Not many people." Eagle nodded, paused, "You can do it."

"Then **** it! After taking this order, the brothers will go to North America to eat and drink spicy food." Gao Jianguo opened the long black bag at his feet, took out four masks from it, and handed them to others.

Women wear stockings and men wear stockings, which is a low match.

And a mask like the one he's wearing...

Five for 10 yuan on the street!

The four put masks on their heads, and the boss was taken aback for a moment, not knowing why, but thinking that the other party was about to run away, he took out a baseball bat and knocked on the table, shouting in Russian, "Идиот! Выдолжнызаплатить!" (Idiot, You have to pay!)."

"Fuck you! What are you talking about?"

Gao Jianguo took out a loaded Mossberg M9200A1 shotgun from his bag, and fired a shot at the counter cursingly. Although the boss was fat, his movements were not slow. When he saw something was wrong, he went under the cabinet. Shrink, the bullet punched a hole in the wooden cabinet.

"Anzi, continue!"

He threw the bag to others, and there were three 81 bars and four base magazines in it.

Gao Jianguo greeted, and a group of people rushed towards the bank across the street. This...fuck is too high-profile!

It was daytime, and there were people on the street.

The newcomers watched them rush in dumbfounded, at a loss, and then the boss ran out covered in blood. Although he hid behind the counter, he didn't dodge it. He staggered and ran twice in fear. Then he fell to the ground. Enthusiastic people around him stepped forward and called the police in a panic to help.

Gao Jianguo and others rushed in, and the two of them closed the door directly. He took another person, walked in, and fired a shot at the hanging lamp above his head!

boom!

The rumors in this bank are very clear, and there are only a few people in it.

They almost turned their heads when they heard the gunshots. Two security guards rushed out from the security room with batons. When they saw the guns in each other's hands, they turned around and wanted to run. A blood hole was punched out.

In the 1980s and 1990s, bank or vault security was one of the jobs with the highest death rate.

In this era, many major wars have just been experienced, and those who survived could not live without the wars!

"Anzi, tell that **** to fill up the money."

Anzi, who was holding a gun with one hand, stuffed her handbag into the window and pointed the gun at her. She couldn't speak Russian, so she expressed it with body language. I'm afraid no one would not understand this, right? The counter staff stared in horror and nodded hastily.

"Damn, these girls have really big nostrils." An Zi muttered.

"Hurry up, there are still seven minutes, and we will retreat! No matter how much money we get." Gao Jianguo looked at his old-fashioned Ernest Borel watch, his pupils constricted sharply.

They kill without blinking an eye!

Don't stop me from getting rich.

The customers inside were holding their heads, but they didn't notice that one of them was wearing a coat, with blond hair, and a handsome white girl with a VCR in her arms. She recorded this scene, and she would leave a light inside. The last swan song of the infantry!

woo woo woo...

Although the Soviets were wilted, the bear was rotten all over, but there was a shooting on an important street. The bear can't bear this kind of thing. After being the boss for a lifetime, he is about to die, and you can't crawl on it. Shit on my head.

Therefore, in addition to the ordinary police, special forces are also prepared to be transferred.

"It's time, withdraw."

Gao Jianjun yelled, and then the others were not greedy, they put away the bag obediently, and the chain was full when they tried to pull it up, so they could only throw it while pulling it.

"Boss, there are people from the Yamen blocking the door."

"Afraid of hair? Those monkeys didn't block us, and they wanted to block us? Get out, and the eagle will drive."

Everyone nodded to show their understanding, and then the two took a deep breath and opened the door. The policemen shot first, regardless of whether the hostages inside were dead or alive. Russian anti-terrorism has a heritage, do you think?

The hostages inside screamed.

But the bullets are not unlimited. As soon as they were free, three grenades and a smoke bomb rolled out of the ground.

These guys are very inexperienced, so they were stunned for a few seconds, but in these few seconds, boom!

The police cars were overturned...

"Battle forward Four people walk forward in a single file, and shoot whenever they see someone standing up or standing.

As the sharp-pointed Anzi fired, his face was trembling, and after the magazine ran out of bullets, he roared, "Reload". As soon as the body shrinks, stand at the end, and the second person will make up for it. This can ensure the effectiveness and durability of the firepower, and it is very suitable for pressing the opponent so that they dare not raise their heads.

Their actions were not slow, and they pushed them to the middle of the road in a few seconds. Eagle put his gun back, took out a grenade, threw it over, and shouted: "Taste my iron lump."

This is close to 30 meters, which is simply simple. According to the old saying: women in the countryside can throw that far.

The other party couldn't bear it at first, and now it's even more unbearable...

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