Chapter 141： : shout
"I don't know sir, what do you mean?" Sosfia shook her head.
Tang Dao stared at her, the other party's eyes were a little evasive, obviously she knew it, but she was just pretending to be stupid, he laughed, sat down on the sofa with his right hand spread out, "I think you are a smart person , I didn't expect you to be an idiot. Do you think I just came to you to tell you some irrelevant nonsense?" He put his feet on the table and crossed each other.
Tang Dao is very satisfied with Sosfia.
The main reason is that he needs a secretary too much. After all, Robert is only a half-way monk, and many professional and even speaking things are not convenient for him to solve. And most importantly, this chick is quite good at fighting.
"Do you think that gang of GL people will let you go? Don't be kidding. If you take their things, they will lose face? Some things have to be washed with your head. Believe it or not, you will Killed by them? Don't think you can dodge, can you dodge bullets?" Tang Dao opened his hands and asked back, this sentence is not casual, of course it is to scare them to a certain extent.
What do gangsters care about most?
face!
Isn’t that what Mexican Flour King is all about? It doesn't matter who you are, if you don't give face, your head will be chopped off.
"Besides, you killed someone! Do you think you can escape the pursuit?" Tang Dao said with a pause.
Sosfia's face was very ugly when she heard the words, "What do you mean?"
"You killed, and you killed your partner. As long as you run away, the Eritrean government and the Somali government will apply for a global arrest warrant. Then, you say, where else can you go?"
"I...I didn't."
Sosfia felt something was wrong, raised her head, and saw Mist picking up the walkie-talkie, "Alligator, lead someone to kill those people on the first floor!"
"receive."
"No, no, no." The former was about to rush over, but Mister held her shoulders and pressed them on the table. She struggled hard and yelled at Tang Dao.
"Why are you so angry? Have you forgotten what they blamed on you just now?"
Tang Dao put his foot down, stretched his head over, and stared at her with a bewitching tone, "Don't you hate them? You should thank me for avenging you." As he spoke, he squeezed his hand up, "And, That bag of diamonds cost a few of your lives, do you think it can be solved with just a thank you? Or do you think your lives are worth hundreds of thousands?"
He is not a bad guy, why should I pick your fault?
"You can't do this, they are all archaeologists from the University of California." Sosfia almost growled.
"Oh?"
Tang Dao frowned, "Then they should look for relics in the desert. In North Africa, the most indispensable thing is the desert."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a gunshot below, like peanuts exploding.
There was a burst of electromagnetic waves from the intercom on the table, and then I heard the report from the alligator inside, "Mission completed."
"Look, you have two options left now, either work with me, or you will be wanted, what do you think? Of course, I am very generous to my buddy, you can be a scholar with a maximum of more than 100,000 dollars a year. I'm a secretary, and I can triple that for you!"
This is persecution!
But can you blame Tang Dao?
There are many things that pay attention to causality. If they weren't greedy for money, they would be troubled by GL? Will be targeted by Tang Dao? You can only blame yourself for being ignorant. As for whether there is such a thing as coercion...
During the Cold War, an engineer from the old Maozi Tupolev Design Bureau was kidnapped and his whole family was killed. This made everyone in kg very nervous, because the engineer had a secret about an important part of the "White Swan" production. Huan, the theoretical knowledge of Znetsov nk-32 turbofan engine, at that time, almost Maozi did not say that he wanted to rescue the hostages, but asked, kill the engineer!
Is there anyone who was targeted by KG still alive?
There is never such a thing as coercion in a struggle, only the second party or the enemy.
Sosfia is a talent, Tang Dao is so painstaking, but it also depends on whether the other party is savvy. It is still possible to bury a few corpses in the Sahara Desert. Hearing that his companion was killed, Sosfia was terrified, Looking at Nicholas who raised his eyebrows and smiled, he felt a chill in his heart.
"Do you need to think again? I don't have much time." Tang Dao looked at his watch, stood up, and held the other's face gently, "You rest here now, think about it, you can tell me, I hope What I heard is good news." After finishing speaking, he took Mister and others out of the room, and as soon as he stepped out, his face changed, "The body is cleaned up, this woman looked Come on, if she doesn't know what to do, send her to God."
"And... carefully investigate her background, including those dead people."
Mister hesitated for a while, but said what he was thinking, "Boss, if you force her like this, and ask her to be a secretary, I'm afraid she will be disadvantageous to you."
Tang Dao stopped, "Then let her become depraved! There is no other way but to join us, unless she wants to die."
Perhaps, this is what it means to be pushed to the top.
Ants still steal their lives, let alone humans?
…
Asmara Anseba district!
This name is the same as the name of the local river. In the northwest corner of the city, it is one of the areas where the local fish and dragons are mixed.
Although Eritrea is dominated by the Tigriniya and Tigray tribes, there are still many people who came from other countries. This city of gentlemen also has another name, "the dead city on the top of the clouds."
The immigrant population has determined the instability of the city, and they only maintain a certain balance with the local government, but there have also been several large-scale conflicts.
In the Anseba District, you can see black people of all colors sitting in groups with unfriendly eyes.
In an open-air barbecue stall.
I saw a big, three-faced, wild-looking black man eating a piece of meat, with a tattoo on his arm: "thnkng, lldebranells, volene, theostdret! (Thinking, brain cells will die, violence, the most direct!). And in his There were several people kneeling tremblingly on the opposite side, and one of them was the black boss who was beaten back by Tang Dao and others just now.
At this time, he was looking at the ground, but his eyes were staring, and his eyes were full of horror.
Finally, I couldn't bear it anymore, raised my head, crawled a few steps forward on my knees, and said in a trembling voice, "Boss, boss, it's not me, it's really not me!"
The black man stopped chewing for a second or two, then started chewing again and swallowed.
Greg Gray Bay, nickname: Big Axe! The Ethiopian is also the leader of the local Egyptian gang GL in Asmara. He mainly monopolizes the black business in Anseba District. Even if you want arms, he can get them. Of course, the quantity is not large. He sells more pistols, but there are still many people who rely on him for a living.
In a place like North Africa, as long as you can afford $5 per person per day, you can afford a bunch of civilians.
But most of Gregory's men are murderers who commit crimes.
In Asmara, who wouldn't dare to give him face?
But some people really don't give...
The diamonds on the table are all fake!
It was dropped.
Gregory sucked his fingers clean and wiped his mouth clean with a napkin.
The monkey is imitating a gentleman.
He took the bag of fake diamonds in front of him and threw it in front of the other party, "Swallow these and you'll be fine."
The voice of the black man stopped abruptly. Most of the crystals of this fake diamond are poisonous. If you eat it, your stomach will not be able to digest it, and you will definitely die. But it was too late for him to run. Hold his head down, regardless of his struggle, grab the fake diamond and stuff it into his mouth!
"Woo woo woo..."
This fake diamond also had water chestnuts The mouth was full of blood, and he looked at Gregory begging for mercy, but the latter didn't even move his eyelids.
Lao Hei twitched, covered his neck, rolled his eyes, his face gradually paled, his expression became ferocious, his pupils dilated, and he couldn't breathe.
Seeing this death, other people did not dare to chew on it.
"You mean, that person is at the Asmara University Hotel?" Gregory finally spoke.
"Yes, yes, boss." The surviving person couldn't wait to answer.
The Ethiopian nodded and turned his head, "Take someone, follow me!"
He wants to let those outsiders see that this is Asmara, here they have the final say, no matter what kind of dragon you are, you have to coil here, and when you hear the boss's order, the other black people around are screaming and waving Looking at the things in his hand, they are in a mess, and there is everything.
More than a dozen pickup trucks and more than forty motorcycles sped towards the hotel.
…
Tang Dao stared at her, the other party's eyes were a little evasive, obviously she knew it, but she was just pretending to be stupid, he laughed, sat down on the sofa with his right hand spread out, "I think you are a smart person , I didn't expect you to be an idiot. Do you think I just came to you to tell you some irrelevant nonsense?" He put his feet on the table and crossed each other.
Tang Dao is very satisfied with Sosfia.
The main reason is that he needs a secretary too much. After all, Robert is only a half-way monk, and many professional and even speaking things are not convenient for him to solve. And most importantly, this chick is quite good at fighting.
"Do you think that gang of GL people will let you go? Don't be kidding. If you take their things, they will lose face? Some things have to be washed with your head. Believe it or not, you will Killed by them? Don't think you can dodge, can you dodge bullets?" Tang Dao opened his hands and asked back, this sentence is not casual, of course it is to scare them to a certain extent.
What do gangsters care about most?
face!
Isn’t that what Mexican Flour King is all about? It doesn't matter who you are, if you don't give face, your head will be chopped off.
"Besides, you killed someone! Do you think you can escape the pursuit?" Tang Dao said with a pause.
Sosfia's face was very ugly when she heard the words, "What do you mean?"
"You killed, and you killed your partner. As long as you run away, the Eritrean government and the Somali government will apply for a global arrest warrant. Then, you say, where else can you go?"
"I...I didn't."
Sosfia felt something was wrong, raised her head, and saw Mist picking up the walkie-talkie, "Alligator, lead someone to kill those people on the first floor!"
"receive."
"No, no, no." The former was about to rush over, but Mister held her shoulders and pressed them on the table. She struggled hard and yelled at Tang Dao.
"Why are you so angry? Have you forgotten what they blamed on you just now?"
Tang Dao put his foot down, stretched his head over, and stared at her with a bewitching tone, "Don't you hate them? You should thank me for avenging you." As he spoke, he squeezed his hand up, "And, That bag of diamonds cost a few of your lives, do you think it can be solved with just a thank you? Or do you think your lives are worth hundreds of thousands?"
He is not a bad guy, why should I pick your fault?
"You can't do this, they are all archaeologists from the University of California." Sosfia almost growled.
"Oh?"
Tang Dao frowned, "Then they should look for relics in the desert. In North Africa, the most indispensable thing is the desert."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a gunshot below, like peanuts exploding.
There was a burst of electromagnetic waves from the intercom on the table, and then I heard the report from the alligator inside, "Mission completed."
"Look, you have two options left now, either work with me, or you will be wanted, what do you think? Of course, I am very generous to my buddy, you can be a scholar with a maximum of more than 100,000 dollars a year. I'm a secretary, and I can triple that for you!"
This is persecution!
But can you blame Tang Dao?
There are many things that pay attention to causality. If they weren't greedy for money, they would be troubled by GL? Will be targeted by Tang Dao? You can only blame yourself for being ignorant. As for whether there is such a thing as coercion...
During the Cold War, an engineer from the old Maozi Tupolev Design Bureau was kidnapped and his whole family was killed. This made everyone in kg very nervous, because the engineer had a secret about an important part of the "White Swan" production. Huan, the theoretical knowledge of Znetsov nk-32 turbofan engine, at that time, almost Maozi did not say that he wanted to rescue the hostages, but asked, kill the engineer!
Is there anyone who was targeted by KG still alive?
There is never such a thing as coercion in a struggle, only the second party or the enemy.
Sosfia is a talent, Tang Dao is so painstaking, but it also depends on whether the other party is savvy. It is still possible to bury a few corpses in the Sahara Desert. Hearing that his companion was killed, Sosfia was terrified, Looking at Nicholas who raised his eyebrows and smiled, he felt a chill in his heart.
"Do you need to think again? I don't have much time." Tang Dao looked at his watch, stood up, and held the other's face gently, "You rest here now, think about it, you can tell me, I hope What I heard is good news." After finishing speaking, he took Mister and others out of the room, and as soon as he stepped out, his face changed, "The body is cleaned up, this woman looked Come on, if she doesn't know what to do, send her to God."
"And... carefully investigate her background, including those dead people."
Mister hesitated for a while, but said what he was thinking, "Boss, if you force her like this, and ask her to be a secretary, I'm afraid she will be disadvantageous to you."
Tang Dao stopped, "Then let her become depraved! There is no other way but to join us, unless she wants to die."
Perhaps, this is what it means to be pushed to the top.
Ants still steal their lives, let alone humans?
…
Asmara Anseba district!
This name is the same as the name of the local river. In the northwest corner of the city, it is one of the areas where the local fish and dragons are mixed.
Although Eritrea is dominated by the Tigriniya and Tigray tribes, there are still many people who came from other countries. This city of gentlemen also has another name, "the dead city on the top of the clouds."
The immigrant population has determined the instability of the city, and they only maintain a certain balance with the local government, but there have also been several large-scale conflicts.
In the Anseba District, you can see black people of all colors sitting in groups with unfriendly eyes.
In an open-air barbecue stall.
I saw a big, three-faced, wild-looking black man eating a piece of meat, with a tattoo on his arm: "thnkng, lldebranells, volene, theostdret! (Thinking, brain cells will die, violence, the most direct!). And in his There were several people kneeling tremblingly on the opposite side, and one of them was the black boss who was beaten back by Tang Dao and others just now.
At this time, he was looking at the ground, but his eyes were staring, and his eyes were full of horror.
Finally, I couldn't bear it anymore, raised my head, crawled a few steps forward on my knees, and said in a trembling voice, "Boss, boss, it's not me, it's really not me!"
The black man stopped chewing for a second or two, then started chewing again and swallowed.
Greg Gray Bay, nickname: Big Axe! The Ethiopian is also the leader of the local Egyptian gang GL in Asmara. He mainly monopolizes the black business in Anseba District. Even if you want arms, he can get them. Of course, the quantity is not large. He sells more pistols, but there are still many people who rely on him for a living.
In a place like North Africa, as long as you can afford $5 per person per day, you can afford a bunch of civilians.
But most of Gregory's men are murderers who commit crimes.
In Asmara, who wouldn't dare to give him face?
But some people really don't give...
The diamonds on the table are all fake!
It was dropped.
Gregory sucked his fingers clean and wiped his mouth clean with a napkin.
The monkey is imitating a gentleman.
He took the bag of fake diamonds in front of him and threw it in front of the other party, "Swallow these and you'll be fine."
The voice of the black man stopped abruptly. Most of the crystals of this fake diamond are poisonous. If you eat it, your stomach will not be able to digest it, and you will definitely die. But it was too late for him to run. Hold his head down, regardless of his struggle, grab the fake diamond and stuff it into his mouth!
"Woo woo woo..."
This fake diamond also had water chestnuts The mouth was full of blood, and he looked at Gregory begging for mercy, but the latter didn't even move his eyelids.
Lao Hei twitched, covered his neck, rolled his eyes, his face gradually paled, his expression became ferocious, his pupils dilated, and he couldn't breathe.
Seeing this death, other people did not dare to chew on it.
"You mean, that person is at the Asmara University Hotel?" Gregory finally spoke.
"Yes, yes, boss." The surviving person couldn't wait to answer.
The Ethiopian nodded and turned his head, "Take someone, follow me!"
He wants to let those outsiders see that this is Asmara, here they have the final say, no matter what kind of dragon you are, you have to coil here, and when you hear the boss's order, the other black people around are screaming and waving Looking at the things in his hand, they are in a mess, and there is everything.
More than a dozen pickup trucks and more than forty motorcycles sped towards the hotel.
…
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