The Strongest Arms Dealer

The news reached the little angel's ears immediately.

He immediately notified the employees of that building to go there, while he stood on the side intentionally or unintentionally.

It is not allowed to shoot now, and if one is fired, safety cannot be guaranteed.

Of course, the little angel also gave the sniper autonomy, as long as he finds something wrong, he can shoot directly.

The female reporter kept staring at the camera, but didn't hear any footsteps outside the door. She seemed to see the "Pulitzer Prize" waving towards her.

boom!

Just when she was still immersed in her own world, the door was kicked open from the outside, and several strong men rushed in one after another, holding pistols, and yelled loudly, "Get down!"

The female reporter was terrified...

Especially when being pointed at by a gun, how many people can maintain the most fundamental calmness?

"Gentlemen, this is a video camera, and I'm a reporter."

As she spoke, she lay down and held her head. This movement is very familiar. In Somalia, the most important movement you need to know is how to raise your hands.

It's like mold. In the first lesson, their instructors would teach them how to say "I surrender," and of course this was late in the war in the fifties.

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"It's a reporter." The little angel sitting in the car whispered to Little Ma, and the latter's expression changed, "Do you want to clean it up?"

"That's kind of tricky."

"Then let her go after the matter is over, but the contents of the camera have been checked and cannot be taken out." Brother Xiao Ma pondered for a moment and suggested.

The little angel also thinks this proposal is not bad. As a reporter, unless you do a good job, don't let people get caught. Otherwise, the number of businessmen who have fallen due to public opinion exposure is countless, even if it is Yingjiang. My pants are full of **** when I mess with them.

"After the funeral is over, I will let him go." The little angel said.

Brother Xiao Ma nodded slightly. There is no need to tell the boss about such a small matter, and he can solve it by himself.

This convoy of spirits was driving on the roads of Mogadishu, the roofs on both sides were full of guarded soldiers, and the rest of the people had already been removed. Of course, the savior paid about 300,000 US dollars for this , but the most basic thing is to ensure safety, and no one will sneak in.

Tang Dao didn't want this memorial service to become a carnival for the attackers.

About forty minutes later, the convoy arrived at the headquarters in Mogadishu. A pit had already been dug. When the coffin was lowered, the pastor who was invited was praying next to it, and the prayers of the choir were playing on the speaker. John's soul can be pleased with God and enjoy wealth and honor in the kingdom of glory.

After this set, when the final filling is completed, it will be considered the real end.

Looking at the new tombstone.

There is a motto written on it.

"Here sleeps a true soul who loves this world and embraces this peace."

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After bowing his head in silence for a few minutes, Tang Dao took off the flowers pinned to his chest and placed them in front of the tombstone, then turned around and left without looking back.

And other people also flocked into the company cafeteria under the entertainment. This is different from other big pot meals. For the happiness of the employees, about 700,000 US dollars were spent to create a relatively clean dining environment, including private rooms, and to let people like The North American employees of Expansion Foods can eat burgers and French fries, and they have also specially purchased production machines, and recruited seven chefs who can cook various dishes, including Italian, French, and German!

The former old Chen Rong was promoted to supervisor.

The most important thing on this day is to eat, of course you can't mess around.

Except for some unimportant supporting roles accompanied by Mister and others, Tang Dao was at the table with Wood, Charlie, and Horton. He held the glass, touched the table lightly, and stood up, "Thank you very much for coming over Let John go to the arms of the Lord, and let's toast together." After speaking, before the others could react, he raised his head and sighed.

Holden was dumbfounded on the spot.

It's not that he has never seen someone drinking red wine in one sip, but everyone is a person of status, shouldn't they come here "modestly", just when he was about to pick up the glass and dry, he heard a loud "bang!" , Tang Dao slapped the cup on the table, it was so abrupt that Horton felt a startle from Uncle Charlie beside him, which naturally attracted everyone's attention.

Tang Dao stretched out his head, looked at Wood, and took the lead in attacking, "Mr. Wood, what do you think of my handling of Jeremy Beverly?"

Everyone in the private room was frightened by his behavior. Clemens and Charlie looked at each other and frowned at the same time. They felt that Tang Dao was still worried about John, and even grabbed him. hold on.

As one of the big bosses of the consortium, they actually have no special feelings for John's death at all, and their relationship with him is just a bond with Tang Dao.

In essence, I want to make money, not cause trouble.

Miami has already made concessions, there is no need to start a war, right?

For the first time, Charlie and Clemens had an urge to quit the group, and they turned the table and stopped playing, but they were still reluctant to part with the benefits.

Wood frowned, and he raised his head, braving a little anger~www.wuxiaspot.com~ But then he remembered what Michelle said to him before, "That Asian is very good at provoking people's anger, so as to achieve His purpose must be remembered, don't listen to anything, just treat him as a fart."

Wood obeyed Michelle's words very well. Facing Tang Dao's provocation, he still had a smile on his cheeks, "Jeremy Beverly sabotaged the Miami Consortium and your consortium without our permission." Friendship, this is unforgivable, we have already expelled him."

This doesn't follow the routine.

Tang Dao was obviously taken aback. Looking at Wood in front of him, the calm look of the other party gave him a headache. He suddenly felt an inexplicable "hotness" on the side of his face, and turned to the side, and saw that sitting next to Wood A young man looked at him with a very complicated look, with mixed feelings, and he changed the target in an instant, leaning forward aggressively, looking straight at the other party, "Mr. Is it also from the Miami consortium? I have never seen it before. It seems that Jeremy Beverly died, and new talents can emerge. Even if Michelle and the others go to see God in the future, they don’t have to worry about no one taking over in the future. .”

Wood wanted to reach out and grab the other party, telling him not to talk nonsense, but the other party didn't know what he was thinking in his heart, and he still held his head up halfway, "Even if Jeremy Beverly is killed by you, the younger generation in Miami will not It will break."

Falk!

idiot!

"What are you talking about, Gate!" Wood stared and pulled him to sit down, but the other party was still stubborn.

"Mr. Wood, is this your hatred for me?" Tang Dao shook his head, "It turns out that I want to negotiate peace, but it's just such a luxury. It seems that Mr. Michelle and the others still don't feel distressed, and, Didn't he tell you? I'm... very vengeful!"

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