Chapter 995： : Barbus' ambition!
There are many places where the sun does not shine, just like the Mariana Trench, where darkness and loneliness are eternal, and similarly, the opponent who can be called "God's Cage" is definitely full of sorrow.
If the spirit cannot bring you destruction, then let the body bear the unbearable weight!
"Is he still refusing to tell?"
An interrogator who walked in with instant noodles looked at the tied No. 1 and asked his colleague.
"The quality of heart is very good." The colleague leaned on the edge of the table and smoked a cigarette, but the more he thought about it, the more angry he became. It should be said that he was anxious. The pressure from above was heavy. Didn't he look very incompetent?
When he became angry, he couldn't help standing up and walking towards number one.
If you look carefully, you can see that when the other party heard the sound of footsteps, his body trembled slightly, and he tried to open his eyes, but the blood on the scalp penetrated from the eyes, instantly infecting the entire pupil, and his teeth were shaking up and down. It's inescapable, after all, backbone and fear don't go hand in hand.
"You've made me very impatient." The interrogator said in a cold voice.
The colleague holding the instant noodles happily sat on the chair, crossed his legs, and watched the good show.
The interrogator took off the cigarette and pressed it into No. 1's temple. The severe pain made people scream, but this was just a side dish for the meeting. He took off his coat and threw it on the table. A good soldering iron, imprinted viciously on the left side of the opponent's face.
The ancestors had already played tricks on the interrogation methods. The times are advancing, but the pain is still the same. The air is filled with the smell of barbecue, and No. 1's face is tangled together at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Then it turns red until it burns.
"It's disgusting." The interrogator who was eating instant noodles muttered. He glanced at his fierce-eyed colleague and shrugged. There must be something wrong with this guy.
but…
He looked at number one, who really could bear it.
Nothing but screams.
It seemed as if he was waiting for someone to kill him directly.
At this moment, the door was pushed open, and the cold wind from outside rushed in, almost blowing away the layer of oil on the instant noodles. He looked outside, and when he saw his boss approaching, he immediately stood up. I got up, but my hands didn't shake, and the instant noodles were still solid.
"Sir." He stood up and said seriously.
The little angel nodded slightly, looked at the manipulative No. 1, and frowned, "Have you asked anything yet?"
The interrogator shook his head.
The little angel took a deep breath, "Then don't waste time, the boss said to hang it in the downtown square, let the reporters and the media record it, someone will come to claim it."
This is really what Boss Tang said.
Now that the news media is so developed, how can it be impossible to find one or two acquaintances? Did someone really jump out of the rock? Or really isolate yourself from society?
"Okay...okay."
The little angel looked at number one and didn't say anything else. He got some clues from the other arrested people, and he should be able to make a mission.
"and many more!"
Just as he was about to leave, No. 1 suddenly spoke up and raised his head, "I..."
"I say! But I have a request."
The little angel frowned slightly, "Please tell me."
"I don't want people outside to know." Number One said.
In fact, this is easy to explain, and it makes sense if you think about it carefully. His identity must be extraordinary, and the interest groups linked behind him want to build a savior company, but it doesn't mean that they will make trouble with Tang Dao on the surface.
If No. 1 is **** and hanged to death under the live broadcast of the whole world, the relatives behind him will definitely be wiped out, murdered and silenced, not only his own people will be wiped out.
Useless people are doomed to be abandoned!
As long as people always have their own worries and concerns, do you really think that "the ice in the world"?
The little angel is very smart, so he can quickly understand the meaning of the other party. He nodded and signaled the interrogators to put No. 1 down. He was not worried, after all, he was a bodyguard himself, and he was really not afraid of anyone when it came to fisting.
The two interrogators helped No. 1 to sit down and supported him from side to side.
"Do you need a cup of coffee?" The little angel is not in a hurry, since the other party's mouth is relaxed, there is no need to force it for a while.
"A cup of iced coffee, thank you." No. 1 covered his face, and said in a low and disappointed tone, "If you can, bring me some ice cubes."
The interrogators looked at the little angel, who nodded slightly, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, threw out one, and handed it to the other party. Number one took it, put it in his mouth, and touched his pocket subconsciously, and saw When a lighter was handed over, he was taken aback, then glanced at the little angel, "Thank...thank you."
…
Forty minutes later, the little angel came out of the interrogation room with half a cigarette in his mouth. He stood at the door and threw the cigarette into the trash can. Self-introduction, background, etc.
He glanced behind him, and the other party was already lying on the table.
Ultimately, he earned himself a more "relaxed" death, injected with barbiturates.
"Find him a place to bury him properly," said the little angel.
The interrogator nodded, expressing his understanding, looked at the back of his boss, and then at No. 1, with a little pity in his eyes.
The "God's Cage" is actually in a corner of the chief's office, but it was arranged underground. When the little angel walked to the ground, the sunshine finally brought him a little bit of warmth and gradually dispelled the haze in his heart. .
As soon as the breeze blew, a corner of the interrogation script appeared, with a name: Bellamy Mandel.
The little angel went straight to the office on the top floor. Someone greeted him along the way, but he only responded with a light smile. He raised his hand and knocked lightly on the door. He waited for a response from inside before he entered.
In the huge office, I saw the boss sitting on the sofa with a newspaper in his hand. When he saw the little angel, "He explained?"
"Here's the transcript of his interrogation."
Tang Dao casually put the newspaper on the coffee table. The little angel glanced at it, and saw that it was a CNN newspaper. On the front page it was written: "Savior Company? An alien abandoned by the world?"
"I don't like the nonsense of some reporters," Tang Dao said.
"Then do you need someone to give them a warning?"
Tang Dao didn't speak, but the little angel understood that the boss would not express opinions for no reason. Obviously, he was really disgusted by the remarks of the CNN reporter. At one point, their headquarters on International Avenue ( ) will be "boomed".
Tang Dao also looked at it quickly.
This Bellamy Mandel was originally a member of the SEALs, but he got older and retired, but when he got home, he knew that his wife had betrayed him and was hanging out with his comrades who retired early , and the daughter... was also sent to a mental hospital.
Parents have this right.
Angrily, when he went to question him, there was a conflict, and he accidentally killed his comrade-in-arms. In a stray bullet...
Tang Dao frowned when he saw this, what the **** is this about me? !
"The interrogation report is not a novelist's story." Tang tore up all the manuscripts of the first few pages, threw them into the trash can, looked at the little angel, "Do you still need me to teach you?"
Resonate?
Resonate with a P, if it wasn't for someone Tang, now, he might also be the one who was killed!
The little angel lowered his head and remained silent.
"Your recent work has disappointed me." Tang Dao shook his head very directly, watching the second half of the interrogation, the other party said that he was actually working for the "East Africa Foundation", and the boss behind it was a certain consortium in North America, but Including Somaliland, Ethiopia, etc. have invested in it.
That consortium controls the arms smuggling on Mexico's "golden circulation line". They are dissatisfied with the limited control and exclusive operation of the exoskeleton by the savior company, as well as their involvement in the "golden channel", and unite some people to teach them a lesson.
"Golden Channel"?
Mexicali City Cross-Border Passage!
Joaquin Guzmán Loera started his business here. Before this guy bought about 170 exoskeletons from the company, Tang Dao even prayed for those regular troops.
But the deal between the two parties is limited to this.
Does the company still plan channels?
However, in the interrogation script, Bellamy Mandel explained that someone in the Golden Passage wanted to get a share of the price difference from the Savior Company, and the profits from exoskeletons and lightsabers simply drove them crazy!
But what are their identities?
I called and emailed Mister, wanting to get the right to operate in North America, but was ignored, so someone started planning the bombing plan through the "East Africa Foundation".
The name of this consortium: Bill Lars family!
It has something to do with Guzman, and I heard that it specializes in flour sales, arms smuggling, human organ transfer and other services, and it is also the main force fighting against the regular army.
But Tang Dao doesn't know...
That's rubbish!
Of course, the Bierras family is the main sponsor, but here in East Africa, there are also some people who are ignorant, for example, the extremist organization that has always had a dirty relationship with the savior—the Court Alliance, etc. Although their large army has been beaten and disabled, these people linger .
Moreover, getting mixed up with people from Hargeisa made Tang someone very unbearable. We are all compatriots from the same mother... Cough cough, you and Mogadishu are brothers, and you have to find outsiders, which makes you I, an "outsider", can't stand it anymore.
I have to find a chance to give you a shot in the head, so that you can calm down.
Tang Dao read all the interrogation draft, put it on the edge of the coffee table, leaned back, glanced at the little angel, "Sit down and talk."
After the other party sat down, Boss Tang continued, "Check for me the traces of the main figures in Hargeisa, the Birlas family, and the headquarters of the East Africa Foundation."
"If this does not come back with revenge, I will feel very uncomfortable. If the news spreads, the Savior Company will definitely take revenge!"
If you see it, you have to be blunt when you speak. If I see that you are unhappy, I will be unhappy. If I want to **** you, I will **** you. It doesn't matter who comes.
The most important thing is that this is called killing people and punishing their hearts. It makes those who have ghosts in their hearts flustered naturally.
The little angel memorized her abilities, and walked out after the boss finished giving her orders.
Tang Dao glanced at his back. Of course, the other party has this ability, and the methods are ruthless, and it is comfortable to use, but sometimes, he likes to carry some private goods.
Still lack some experience.
…
Savior Base (Mogadishu).
Those foreign guests are all arranged here, and the corresponding accommodation conditions are slightly poor, but the canteen is good.
In the PMC industry, the treatment of the savior is recognized.
"I found that Somalia finally has light that attracts me, and it's not all bad things." Grote took a sip of the lunch made by a famous Italian chef, which was much more comfortable than the Michelin-starred lunch in London.
At the very least, people won't pick and search.
Natural gas tycoon Nicole, who was cutting a steak with gauze on his face, was not injured in the explosion, which he accidentally fell while walking.
"Is there a more depressing atmosphere than yours?" Grote said with a smile. When he saw Nicole's face turned embarrassing, he realized that he had made a mistake, so he immediately changed the subject, "We're all here, We can’t leave at this time, can we? AI technology is inevitable for us.”
There was still worry in Nicole's eyes.
"I don't know when Nicholas will meet us."
This is a bit of a grievance. He is a natural gas tycoon. With his identity and status, he is not ranked in the top 100 in the world. The top 1,000 should be... It is a bit difficult, so 10,000 is fine.
If Da Mao is still Mao Xiong, then he is more than a thousand.
Power background can add a lot of points, mainly because of the fist issue.
Of course, Da Mao's fists are also hard now. The bear wearing the sea soul shirt is no longer an ordinary bear. It is a Siberian bear who is drinking vodka, singing Katyusha, and holding a bobosha... a bear!
But times are changing after all.
"Are you in a hurry?" Grote looked around and lowered his voice, "This place is usually inaccessible, and the strength of the Savior Company can be seen from this base. Dozens of helicopters on the tarmac saw No? There are still some hidden warehouses, I think their research on weapons is definitely at the forefront, maybe it won’t be long before their breakthroughs in traditional weapons will also shock the world.”
Nicole looked at Grote, who gave him a "believe me" look. He hesitated for a while, but the old man nodded, "I think so too."
"So, we don't have to worry so much. You can find more with your eyes, and you have a balance in your heart." Grote said with a smile.
He compared the military strength of the two sides with each other in his heart, and found that the Superman organization had completely collapsed, and the Savior Company was getting hot from the sun. Important, even if human genetic modification is really developed, how many shots can it take?
75 caliber?
120 caliber?
200 caliber?
When the Superman organization succeeds in research and development, I am afraid that the Savior Company will stipulate that the caliber of 75mm is a "gun". From this, it can be seen that Grote is not very optimistic about it, and he is thinking about quitting.
"Gentlemen."
A burst of hurried footsteps came from outside the cafeteria. These foreign guests sat in the VIP area, which was of course different from the ordinary area. An employee from the base opened the door and came in and shouted, "Mr. Nicholas invites you to visit Sulu together. Deshan Institute." For fear that these people wouldn't understand, he added, "That's where Irene was born."
"Let's go! Don't eat."
"Where? Where's the car?"
There was some anxiety in the cafeteria. Familiar people rushed out of the cafeteria pulling and chatting with each other, while Grote and Nicole were very calm. Anyway, the motorcade would not lack their two seats. Looking at each other, the old man whispered, "It seems that we all guessed wrong. I thought the hotel was bombed. It will be a long time before the other party sees us. It's only a few days."
"It seems that Nicholas knows who it is, hehehe." Grote gloated a little, "I'm afraid they are going to be unlucky."
Nicole looked at him, "You didn't get involved, did you?"
"How is this possible..." Grote paused, opened his mouth half-opened, and then frowned, "No way."
The Presbyterian Council handed over the rights to himself, how could it be so impatient?
but…
He couldn't guarantee it.
"I need to make a call." Grote said with gloomy eyes, Nicole nodded, took out his mobile phone and handed it to him, asking him to ask quickly.
Grote called his old friend Jones, then walked to the side naturally, and asked softly while covering the phone.
"Hey man, I'm Grote, listen to me, I'm in Mogadishu...were we involved in the operation against Nicholas? I mean now!"
Jones on the opposite side was dumbfounded when he was questioned before he could react. When he came back to his senses, he said, "The Presbyterian Church has not been carried out at present, and there is no such plan. Isn't it best not to conflict with the savior? Everyone waits." What about your news?"
This made Grote slightly relieved, "Don't worry, I'm..."
Before he finished speaking, a voice sounded from the opposite side, as if... the sound of the door being knocked open, and then the voice of an old friend came from the other end of the phone, "Hey, what are you doing here? Damn it? Babos? No ? What are you going to do, I am a Presbyterian..."
Pum-pum-pum!
There were several light rings on the phone, but Grote's pupils suddenly widened, and he heard clearly that it was gunshots.
Babos?
Borg's scientist friend?
"Hey, hello!" He knew that something must have happened, and shouted vigorously, but there was no answer on the other side. When his heart sank, someone actually spoke over there, "Mr. Grote? Long time no see."
"Barbus! What are you doing? Why are you at Jones' house, where else?" Gross asked like a machine gun.
At this time, on another continent, San Francisco.
Babs held the phone, expressionless, looked down at the blood stains on his shoes, rubbed against Jones' body on the ground, heard Grote's inquiry on the other end of the phone, and said softly, "It's okay, he I just went to see Borg, and my friend said he missed you." After speaking, he hung up the phone.
beep beep...
Listening to the busy voice over there, Grote felt chills in his heart and his face was ugly.
Babosi looked at his phone with a smile, looked at Jones who was lying on the ground, took an ax in the hand of a strong man behind him, and chopped it down on the other's neck!
Blood splashed half a meter high!
Babs' face is covered all over now, he threw away the axe, calmly pulled out the paper from the table, wiped the blood from his lips, looked at his watch, "Come on, now let's find the next gentleman .”
Seeing Grote's expression, Nicole realized something was wrong, looked at the team, and walked over to pull the latter, "What's wrong?" His heart skipped a beat, maybe their organization really played a role in it.
Grote didn't say a word. After recovering, he immediately called other members of the Presbyterian Church, but no one answered after three or four calls. Just when he was about to give up, finally on the fifth day, someone answered the phone up.
"Eugene, something happened to Jones! Brabs killed him!" Grote made a phone call to the radical faction of the Presbyterian Church, who was also the third leader in the church. Theoretically, he said so, because the other party had more power than the others. money.
There was silence over there, and Eugene said, "Where are you now?"
Grote always felt that something was wrong, the other party's tone was too plain, he kept silent vigilantly, and Eugene over there heheed twice, "You can't escape."
Ruined…
Sure enough, there was support behind Brabus's attack, or else, just relying on him as a researcher to kill Jones and the others?
Grote felt a chill in his heart, Eugene is a fox who can't bite, but he is very insidious, he will definitely die if he goes back by himself!
Who is the only person you can rely on now?
If Grote wants to survive, he has to find the right person. He looked at Nickel next to him, hesitated, and passed directly. The relationship between them is not very deep at all, and he can't let the other party know that he has "lost." "Yes, or else...
Tell me, does UU Reading Nicole have other ideas?
Now in East Africa, it seems that only Nicholas can be relied on.
Didn't he want a lab report?
Can!
Didn't he want Borg's body?
Give it all to him.
As long as Babos and this Eugene are killed, everything will be fine.
I still have value to use, so I must see him right away. Grote looked at the bus and trotted up immediately. Nicole who was behind was stunned and deeply suspected that the other party played a certain role in it, but there was also a little Fortunately, fortunately, I did not join them.
But... Do I want to distance myself from him?
…
Las Vegas, Hotel Redeemer.
A high-level VIP room.
There were five people playing cards, and a man with glasses sitting in the west seat had just hung up the phone, and smiled at the poker player with an apologetic expression on his face, "I'm sorry, I have something urgent to deal with, these Just give it to everyone." He pointed to the chips on the table.
There's about $600,000 left here.
"Eugene, what are you so anxious about?" Someone acquainted with him asked with a smile, jokingly asking if he had given birth to him.
Eugene just smiled, and left the house with the bodyguards, saw a foreman standing at the door, touched the emerald ring on his left hand with his right hand, walked over, and said straight to the point, "I want to see your manager. "
…
If the spirit cannot bring you destruction, then let the body bear the unbearable weight!
"Is he still refusing to tell?"
An interrogator who walked in with instant noodles looked at the tied No. 1 and asked his colleague.
"The quality of heart is very good." The colleague leaned on the edge of the table and smoked a cigarette, but the more he thought about it, the more angry he became. It should be said that he was anxious. The pressure from above was heavy. Didn't he look very incompetent?
When he became angry, he couldn't help standing up and walking towards number one.
If you look carefully, you can see that when the other party heard the sound of footsteps, his body trembled slightly, and he tried to open his eyes, but the blood on the scalp penetrated from the eyes, instantly infecting the entire pupil, and his teeth were shaking up and down. It's inescapable, after all, backbone and fear don't go hand in hand.
"You've made me very impatient." The interrogator said in a cold voice.
The colleague holding the instant noodles happily sat on the chair, crossed his legs, and watched the good show.
The interrogator took off the cigarette and pressed it into No. 1's temple. The severe pain made people scream, but this was just a side dish for the meeting. He took off his coat and threw it on the table. A good soldering iron, imprinted viciously on the left side of the opponent's face.
The ancestors had already played tricks on the interrogation methods. The times are advancing, but the pain is still the same. The air is filled with the smell of barbecue, and No. 1's face is tangled together at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Then it turns red until it burns.
"It's disgusting." The interrogator who was eating instant noodles muttered. He glanced at his fierce-eyed colleague and shrugged. There must be something wrong with this guy.
but…
He looked at number one, who really could bear it.
Nothing but screams.
It seemed as if he was waiting for someone to kill him directly.
At this moment, the door was pushed open, and the cold wind from outside rushed in, almost blowing away the layer of oil on the instant noodles. He looked outside, and when he saw his boss approaching, he immediately stood up. I got up, but my hands didn't shake, and the instant noodles were still solid.
"Sir." He stood up and said seriously.
The little angel nodded slightly, looked at the manipulative No. 1, and frowned, "Have you asked anything yet?"
The interrogator shook his head.
The little angel took a deep breath, "Then don't waste time, the boss said to hang it in the downtown square, let the reporters and the media record it, someone will come to claim it."
This is really what Boss Tang said.
Now that the news media is so developed, how can it be impossible to find one or two acquaintances? Did someone really jump out of the rock? Or really isolate yourself from society?
"Okay...okay."
The little angel looked at number one and didn't say anything else. He got some clues from the other arrested people, and he should be able to make a mission.
"and many more!"
Just as he was about to leave, No. 1 suddenly spoke up and raised his head, "I..."
"I say! But I have a request."
The little angel frowned slightly, "Please tell me."
"I don't want people outside to know." Number One said.
In fact, this is easy to explain, and it makes sense if you think about it carefully. His identity must be extraordinary, and the interest groups linked behind him want to build a savior company, but it doesn't mean that they will make trouble with Tang Dao on the surface.
If No. 1 is **** and hanged to death under the live broadcast of the whole world, the relatives behind him will definitely be wiped out, murdered and silenced, not only his own people will be wiped out.
Useless people are doomed to be abandoned!
As long as people always have their own worries and concerns, do you really think that "the ice in the world"?
The little angel is very smart, so he can quickly understand the meaning of the other party. He nodded and signaled the interrogators to put No. 1 down. He was not worried, after all, he was a bodyguard himself, and he was really not afraid of anyone when it came to fisting.
The two interrogators helped No. 1 to sit down and supported him from side to side.
"Do you need a cup of coffee?" The little angel is not in a hurry, since the other party's mouth is relaxed, there is no need to force it for a while.
"A cup of iced coffee, thank you." No. 1 covered his face, and said in a low and disappointed tone, "If you can, bring me some ice cubes."
The interrogators looked at the little angel, who nodded slightly, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, threw out one, and handed it to the other party. Number one took it, put it in his mouth, and touched his pocket subconsciously, and saw When a lighter was handed over, he was taken aback, then glanced at the little angel, "Thank...thank you."
…
Forty minutes later, the little angel came out of the interrogation room with half a cigarette in his mouth. He stood at the door and threw the cigarette into the trash can. Self-introduction, background, etc.
He glanced behind him, and the other party was already lying on the table.
Ultimately, he earned himself a more "relaxed" death, injected with barbiturates.
"Find him a place to bury him properly," said the little angel.
The interrogator nodded, expressing his understanding, looked at the back of his boss, and then at No. 1, with a little pity in his eyes.
The "God's Cage" is actually in a corner of the chief's office, but it was arranged underground. When the little angel walked to the ground, the sunshine finally brought him a little bit of warmth and gradually dispelled the haze in his heart. .
As soon as the breeze blew, a corner of the interrogation script appeared, with a name: Bellamy Mandel.
The little angel went straight to the office on the top floor. Someone greeted him along the way, but he only responded with a light smile. He raised his hand and knocked lightly on the door. He waited for a response from inside before he entered.
In the huge office, I saw the boss sitting on the sofa with a newspaper in his hand. When he saw the little angel, "He explained?"
"Here's the transcript of his interrogation."
Tang Dao casually put the newspaper on the coffee table. The little angel glanced at it, and saw that it was a CNN newspaper. On the front page it was written: "Savior Company? An alien abandoned by the world?"
"I don't like the nonsense of some reporters," Tang Dao said.
"Then do you need someone to give them a warning?"
Tang Dao didn't speak, but the little angel understood that the boss would not express opinions for no reason. Obviously, he was really disgusted by the remarks of the CNN reporter. At one point, their headquarters on International Avenue ( ) will be "boomed".
Tang Dao also looked at it quickly.
This Bellamy Mandel was originally a member of the SEALs, but he got older and retired, but when he got home, he knew that his wife had betrayed him and was hanging out with his comrades who retired early , and the daughter... was also sent to a mental hospital.
Parents have this right.
Angrily, when he went to question him, there was a conflict, and he accidentally killed his comrade-in-arms. In a stray bullet...
Tang Dao frowned when he saw this, what the **** is this about me? !
"The interrogation report is not a novelist's story." Tang tore up all the manuscripts of the first few pages, threw them into the trash can, looked at the little angel, "Do you still need me to teach you?"
Resonate?
Resonate with a P, if it wasn't for someone Tang, now, he might also be the one who was killed!
The little angel lowered his head and remained silent.
"Your recent work has disappointed me." Tang Dao shook his head very directly, watching the second half of the interrogation, the other party said that he was actually working for the "East Africa Foundation", and the boss behind it was a certain consortium in North America, but Including Somaliland, Ethiopia, etc. have invested in it.
That consortium controls the arms smuggling on Mexico's "golden circulation line". They are dissatisfied with the limited control and exclusive operation of the exoskeleton by the savior company, as well as their involvement in the "golden channel", and unite some people to teach them a lesson.
"Golden Channel"?
Mexicali City Cross-Border Passage!
Joaquin Guzmán Loera started his business here. Before this guy bought about 170 exoskeletons from the company, Tang Dao even prayed for those regular troops.
But the deal between the two parties is limited to this.
Does the company still plan channels?
However, in the interrogation script, Bellamy Mandel explained that someone in the Golden Passage wanted to get a share of the price difference from the Savior Company, and the profits from exoskeletons and lightsabers simply drove them crazy!
But what are their identities?
I called and emailed Mister, wanting to get the right to operate in North America, but was ignored, so someone started planning the bombing plan through the "East Africa Foundation".
The name of this consortium: Bill Lars family!
It has something to do with Guzman, and I heard that it specializes in flour sales, arms smuggling, human organ transfer and other services, and it is also the main force fighting against the regular army.
But Tang Dao doesn't know...
That's rubbish!
Of course, the Bierras family is the main sponsor, but here in East Africa, there are also some people who are ignorant, for example, the extremist organization that has always had a dirty relationship with the savior—the Court Alliance, etc. Although their large army has been beaten and disabled, these people linger .
Moreover, getting mixed up with people from Hargeisa made Tang someone very unbearable. We are all compatriots from the same mother... Cough cough, you and Mogadishu are brothers, and you have to find outsiders, which makes you I, an "outsider", can't stand it anymore.
I have to find a chance to give you a shot in the head, so that you can calm down.
Tang Dao read all the interrogation draft, put it on the edge of the coffee table, leaned back, glanced at the little angel, "Sit down and talk."
After the other party sat down, Boss Tang continued, "Check for me the traces of the main figures in Hargeisa, the Birlas family, and the headquarters of the East Africa Foundation."
"If this does not come back with revenge, I will feel very uncomfortable. If the news spreads, the Savior Company will definitely take revenge!"
If you see it, you have to be blunt when you speak. If I see that you are unhappy, I will be unhappy. If I want to **** you, I will **** you. It doesn't matter who comes.
The most important thing is that this is called killing people and punishing their hearts. It makes those who have ghosts in their hearts flustered naturally.
The little angel memorized her abilities, and walked out after the boss finished giving her orders.
Tang Dao glanced at his back. Of course, the other party has this ability, and the methods are ruthless, and it is comfortable to use, but sometimes, he likes to carry some private goods.
Still lack some experience.
…
Savior Base (Mogadishu).
Those foreign guests are all arranged here, and the corresponding accommodation conditions are slightly poor, but the canteen is good.
In the PMC industry, the treatment of the savior is recognized.
"I found that Somalia finally has light that attracts me, and it's not all bad things." Grote took a sip of the lunch made by a famous Italian chef, which was much more comfortable than the Michelin-starred lunch in London.
At the very least, people won't pick and search.
Natural gas tycoon Nicole, who was cutting a steak with gauze on his face, was not injured in the explosion, which he accidentally fell while walking.
"Is there a more depressing atmosphere than yours?" Grote said with a smile. When he saw Nicole's face turned embarrassing, he realized that he had made a mistake, so he immediately changed the subject, "We're all here, We can’t leave at this time, can we? AI technology is inevitable for us.”
There was still worry in Nicole's eyes.
"I don't know when Nicholas will meet us."
This is a bit of a grievance. He is a natural gas tycoon. With his identity and status, he is not ranked in the top 100 in the world. The top 1,000 should be... It is a bit difficult, so 10,000 is fine.
If Da Mao is still Mao Xiong, then he is more than a thousand.
Power background can add a lot of points, mainly because of the fist issue.
Of course, Da Mao's fists are also hard now. The bear wearing the sea soul shirt is no longer an ordinary bear. It is a Siberian bear who is drinking vodka, singing Katyusha, and holding a bobosha... a bear!
But times are changing after all.
"Are you in a hurry?" Grote looked around and lowered his voice, "This place is usually inaccessible, and the strength of the Savior Company can be seen from this base. Dozens of helicopters on the tarmac saw No? There are still some hidden warehouses, I think their research on weapons is definitely at the forefront, maybe it won’t be long before their breakthroughs in traditional weapons will also shock the world.”
Nicole looked at Grote, who gave him a "believe me" look. He hesitated for a while, but the old man nodded, "I think so too."
"So, we don't have to worry so much. You can find more with your eyes, and you have a balance in your heart." Grote said with a smile.
He compared the military strength of the two sides with each other in his heart, and found that the Superman organization had completely collapsed, and the Savior Company was getting hot from the sun. Important, even if human genetic modification is really developed, how many shots can it take?
75 caliber?
120 caliber?
200 caliber?
When the Superman organization succeeds in research and development, I am afraid that the Savior Company will stipulate that the caliber of 75mm is a "gun". From this, it can be seen that Grote is not very optimistic about it, and he is thinking about quitting.
"Gentlemen."
A burst of hurried footsteps came from outside the cafeteria. These foreign guests sat in the VIP area, which was of course different from the ordinary area. An employee from the base opened the door and came in and shouted, "Mr. Nicholas invites you to visit Sulu together. Deshan Institute." For fear that these people wouldn't understand, he added, "That's where Irene was born."
"Let's go! Don't eat."
"Where? Where's the car?"
There was some anxiety in the cafeteria. Familiar people rushed out of the cafeteria pulling and chatting with each other, while Grote and Nicole were very calm. Anyway, the motorcade would not lack their two seats. Looking at each other, the old man whispered, "It seems that we all guessed wrong. I thought the hotel was bombed. It will be a long time before the other party sees us. It's only a few days."
"It seems that Nicholas knows who it is, hehehe." Grote gloated a little, "I'm afraid they are going to be unlucky."
Nicole looked at him, "You didn't get involved, did you?"
"How is this possible..." Grote paused, opened his mouth half-opened, and then frowned, "No way."
The Presbyterian Council handed over the rights to himself, how could it be so impatient?
but…
He couldn't guarantee it.
"I need to make a call." Grote said with gloomy eyes, Nicole nodded, took out his mobile phone and handed it to him, asking him to ask quickly.
Grote called his old friend Jones, then walked to the side naturally, and asked softly while covering the phone.
"Hey man, I'm Grote, listen to me, I'm in Mogadishu...were we involved in the operation against Nicholas? I mean now!"
Jones on the opposite side was dumbfounded when he was questioned before he could react. When he came back to his senses, he said, "The Presbyterian Church has not been carried out at present, and there is no such plan. Isn't it best not to conflict with the savior? Everyone waits." What about your news?"
This made Grote slightly relieved, "Don't worry, I'm..."
Before he finished speaking, a voice sounded from the opposite side, as if... the sound of the door being knocked open, and then the voice of an old friend came from the other end of the phone, "Hey, what are you doing here? Damn it? Babos? No ? What are you going to do, I am a Presbyterian..."
Pum-pum-pum!
There were several light rings on the phone, but Grote's pupils suddenly widened, and he heard clearly that it was gunshots.
Babos?
Borg's scientist friend?
"Hey, hello!" He knew that something must have happened, and shouted vigorously, but there was no answer on the other side. When his heart sank, someone actually spoke over there, "Mr. Grote? Long time no see."
"Barbus! What are you doing? Why are you at Jones' house, where else?" Gross asked like a machine gun.
At this time, on another continent, San Francisco.
Babs held the phone, expressionless, looked down at the blood stains on his shoes, rubbed against Jones' body on the ground, heard Grote's inquiry on the other end of the phone, and said softly, "It's okay, he I just went to see Borg, and my friend said he missed you." After speaking, he hung up the phone.
beep beep...
Listening to the busy voice over there, Grote felt chills in his heart and his face was ugly.
Babosi looked at his phone with a smile, looked at Jones who was lying on the ground, took an ax in the hand of a strong man behind him, and chopped it down on the other's neck!
Blood splashed half a meter high!
Babs' face is covered all over now, he threw away the axe, calmly pulled out the paper from the table, wiped the blood from his lips, looked at his watch, "Come on, now let's find the next gentleman .”
Seeing Grote's expression, Nicole realized something was wrong, looked at the team, and walked over to pull the latter, "What's wrong?" His heart skipped a beat, maybe their organization really played a role in it.
Grote didn't say a word. After recovering, he immediately called other members of the Presbyterian Church, but no one answered after three or four calls. Just when he was about to give up, finally on the fifth day, someone answered the phone up.
"Eugene, something happened to Jones! Brabs killed him!" Grote made a phone call to the radical faction of the Presbyterian Church, who was also the third leader in the church. Theoretically, he said so, because the other party had more power than the others. money.
There was silence over there, and Eugene said, "Where are you now?"
Grote always felt that something was wrong, the other party's tone was too plain, he kept silent vigilantly, and Eugene over there heheed twice, "You can't escape."
Ruined…
Sure enough, there was support behind Brabus's attack, or else, just relying on him as a researcher to kill Jones and the others?
Grote felt a chill in his heart, Eugene is a fox who can't bite, but he is very insidious, he will definitely die if he goes back by himself!
Who is the only person you can rely on now?
If Grote wants to survive, he has to find the right person. He looked at Nickel next to him, hesitated, and passed directly. The relationship between them is not very deep at all, and he can't let the other party know that he has "lost." "Yes, or else...
Tell me, does UU Reading Nicole have other ideas?
Now in East Africa, it seems that only Nicholas can be relied on.
Didn't he want a lab report?
Can!
Didn't he want Borg's body?
Give it all to him.
As long as Babos and this Eugene are killed, everything will be fine.
I still have value to use, so I must see him right away. Grote looked at the bus and trotted up immediately. Nicole who was behind was stunned and deeply suspected that the other party played a certain role in it, but there was also a little Fortunately, fortunately, I did not join them.
But... Do I want to distance myself from him?
…
Las Vegas, Hotel Redeemer.
A high-level VIP room.
There were five people playing cards, and a man with glasses sitting in the west seat had just hung up the phone, and smiled at the poker player with an apologetic expression on his face, "I'm sorry, I have something urgent to deal with, these Just give it to everyone." He pointed to the chips on the table.
There's about $600,000 left here.
"Eugene, what are you so anxious about?" Someone acquainted with him asked with a smile, jokingly asking if he had given birth to him.
Eugene just smiled, and left the house with the bodyguards, saw a foreman standing at the door, touched the emerald ring on his left hand with his right hand, walked over, and said straight to the point, "I want to see your manager. "
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