The Strongest Arms Dealer

Cherkovso opened the door with a key, and a blond boy and a Labrador ran out when he heard movement in the house.

"Daddy!"

"Christopher." The Ukrainian smiled, opened his hands, and held his son in his arms. The latter hung on his body like a koala. The Labrador stuck out his tongue and wagged his tail. Turning around Cherkovsso, sometimes rubbing his head, like a child waiting to be stroked, of course he would not refuse this request, and smiled and patted the dog's head, "Darwin, be good."

At this time, the wife who was busy in the kitchen also came out wearing a dinner skirt, smiling all over her face, and said in a gentle voice, "I'm going home, wait a moment, the meal will be ready soon, I have prepared your favorite food Sturgeon shreds, Christopher, come down, don't pester your daddy, he's already working hard."

The boy was obviously still a little afraid to slip off Cherkovso's body with his mouth pouting, and went to play with the Labrador in his arms.

"You shouldn't have frightened him like that, dear."

"His performance has been poor recently. The teacher told me that Christopher actually bullied his female classmates at school. My God, what is he going to do? Does he want to go to Mordes Prison?"

Morders Prison was the most famous juvenile correctional institution in the Soviet period.

Cherkovso smiled and hugged his wife, "Maybe he just has a little affection for the opposite sex, just like me and you." He kissed his wife's forehead, and suddenly seemed to think of something, "Eleanor, if, What do you think of us leaving Ukraine for America?"

To the United States?

The wife was obviously surprised, and raised her head, "Is life not good in Kyiv?" She just finished speaking, as if thinking of something, she lowered her head, "After all, this is our home."

Family?

There was a look of confusion in Cherkovso's eyes, but he was determined immediately, "I found another job, working for a... hope organization, mainly in Africa, with an annual salary of 700,000 US dollars, and other benefits. "

Want to organize?

The wife raised her head and looked at him suspiciously, always feeling that the other party was hiding something from her.

"Don't ask other questions, don't worry, I will let you and Christopher live a good life."

Seeing him like this, Eleanor knew that her husband didn't want to talk further. Although she felt very uneasy, she nodded obediently and went back to the kitchen.

They didn't notice that in another corner of the house, Christopher hugged Labrador's neck, curious in his small eyes, and said to his little friend, "Kando, are we leaving Kyiv? Are we going to America? Looking for Transformers?"

Labrador stuck out his tongue and tilted his head. He didn't understand what it meant, but he knew that his little master seemed very happy.

…

Tang Dao and others went crazy in the bar until more than three o'clock in the morning. Omar was completely let go from the nervousness at the beginning to the end. Mist and the others found him in the kitchen of the bar. They helped him put on the clothes in this scene, omitting thousands of words.

"Mr. Nicholas, drink, go on!"

Omar's clothes were also full of dirt, his hands were hanging on the two employees, his head was drooping and hiccupping, his body smelled foul, people who drank too much were prone to talk nonsense, he pointed with his fingers, "Ai... General Aidid said, So... Somalia belongs to black people, you bastards, you should... get out!"

Mist's eyes froze, and he hurriedly looked at Tang Dao lying on the sofa, and found that the other party was breathing steadily, and apparently fell asleep, so he was relieved and frowned, "Take him back to the hotel go."

"Leave it to me." The little angel took the drunken Somali back with two employees. He must not be allowed to hang up on the way, and watched them leave. Mister was about to When I went to help Tang Dao, as soon as I turned around, I saw that the boss had sat up and rubbed his temples, looking very uncomfortable.

"Boss..." He walked over, bent down and called softly.

"Hi~" Tang Dao's complexion also turned red, he hiccupped, covered his mouth, shook his head, his voice became deformed, and his tongue was knotted, "Give me something to sober up, **** it, This black man can really drink."

In fact, he also heard Omar's words just now, and he was surprised. What he meant was that Aidid was going to kill the donkey? Kick yourself out of the game? He really didn't want to admit that this was true, but considering that guy's temper, it was really possible to do that. It seemed that he had to play chess again. The Southern Alliance was fighting against the interest group headed by him. That's just what he said on the surface, if Aidid came to micromanage, move, move, look back and dig! Perhaps, it was set on fire.

And relatively speaking, the south is richer in materials and minerals, can I get more benefits from it?

If both sides used weapons resold by Thesavior, that would be wonderful.

"Boss." At this moment, Mist brought the hangover medicine and handed it to him. Tang Dao took it casually and threw it into his mouth. Lie down and close your eyes, "When we get back to the hotel, we will deal with the aftermath. We will go back to Somalia. However, you and your people will follow the freighter. Nothing will happen to this shipment."

In fact, Tang Dao also wanted to experience the feeling of the sea, but the Somali civil war was about to break out, and he wanted to go back to take charge of the overall situation. This may be a leap for Thesavior.

Mister's eyes flashed, then he nodded firmly, thinking about it, "Boss, what if someone wants to upload it for inspection?"

"General Cherkovso will solve the issue of the legitimacy of this shipment. If there are pirates, send them to God. Couldn't the more than 100 well-armed elite employees not be able to hold on to this shipment?" Tang Daoshen He took a deep breath, his chest burst, and his breath smelled of wine, "First familiarize yourself with the security procedures at sea, the company will definitely have this service in the future, when the time comes... arrange for you to go to the umbrella company."

Tang Dao tried his best to stand up on his knees, and patted him on the shoulder, "Mister, I am very optimistic about you, don't let me down."

This... He once said this to Robert, but that compatriot was unreliable and was fascinated by a woman, and he was also from the CIA.

love?

fuck it!

How much is this thing worth?

All things may deteriorate in front of money~www.wuxiaspot.com~ But whether it will deteriorate or not, it is best if you have it. Have.

madness!

Mister and others supported him to leave. As soon as he walked out of the bar, the cold wind blew, and the drink was more than half awake. He lay on the back seat of the car, clutching his head, feeling drowsy.

At the same time, Omar in the other car also covered his face with his hands and raised his head, but this posture was for the little angel and others to see. smile.

"Now... that Asian should be wary of Aidid."

Oh!

It's all routine, grass!

What the **** is the film king, this Omar is not as honest as he appears, and there is something tricky hidden in him.

Sure enough, no one is really an idiot.