The Strongest Arms Dealer

Joe Darrow just stared at Hassan with dead fish eyes. The latter was a little at a loss, and he hadn't reached the point where he could fight the other party.

You accuse Sang and scold Huai and you lift your face are two different things.

The people sitting below did not dare to take a breath. These two "fairies" fought, and they could only hold their breath and concentrate.

Tang Dao's eyes wandered back and forth between the two faces, and finally settled on Joe Darrow.

this old man...

It seems very uncoordinated.

How does this allow me to carry out side missions? That's a requirement to account for 70% of the arms of the Confederate States! Most importantly, the reward was too rich, rich enough for him to take risks.

For example, kick away stumbling blocks.

Tang Dao withdrew his gaze, picked up the knife and fork to cut the steak in front of him, the sound of metal impact was very abrupt, and instantly attracted everyone's attention, including Hassan.

Insert a piece of beef with a knife and fork, put it in his mouth, chew, and draw a nasal sound very comfortably.

"You two, it's just a light meal, there's no need to quarrel, it's the gas generative."

For the Somali Eagle, both sides still expressed the most basic respect. Even the old grandson just took a deep look at Tang Dao, took out a piece of paper, wiped the dirt on his hands, stood up, and an attendant handed him a cane. Come here and help him up.

"I don't care what you do, but the interests of some people are beyond your control, or...the consequences are beyond your control."

Joe Darrow tapped his fingers on the table, and nodded towards everyone after speaking, "Sorry, everyone, I'm not in good health, I'm going to rest, excuse me."

When the old man walked past Tang Dao, he reached out and patted his shoulder, and squeezed his shoulder, "Eat more, Mr. Nicholas, maybe next time you won't be able to eat this delicious food."

Hearing the words, the little angel standing behind Tang Dao went forward to ask for an explanation, but he stretched out his hand to signal the latter not to be impulsive, and watched the old man leave, while other people saw that the scene was gradually getting wrong, and they also followed suit one after another. After leaving, only Tang Dao, Hassan and his two loyal lackeys were left in the lively restaurant.

Hassan's face was very ugly.

Joe Darrow is not giving face at all.

He forced a smile, "Mr. Nicholas, I'm sorry..."

Tang Dao shrugged his shoulders, "The general is polite, there is nothing to apologize for, I just think that Mr. Joe Darrow is obviously old, and this is starting to talk nonsense, are you right?"

As he spoke, he cut off a small piece of suckling pig and poured some mustard on it, which was really a bit strong.

"When you get older, you should find a place to retire. Some things are only suitable for young people. Their ideas are too old-fashioned." Tang Dao was afraid that what he said was too subtle, and he slammed the knife and fork on the table , this fine nanmu couldn't stop the sharp point at all, it was pierced directly, and there was a wailing sound, and he said directly, "Send him to retire."

There was a twinkle in Hassan's eyes.

He also understood Tang Dao's words, pension?

Go to God's side for retirement.

"He has connections with the chaebols on the British side," he worried.

"General, this is Somalia, North Africa, not Europe. If you find it troublesome, I'm happy to do it." Tang Dao licked his lower lip, opened his suit, took out a pistol, and slapped it on the table.

Snapped!

The sound frightened the other two chiefs, and they looked at each other, and they began to cry in their hearts.

They wanted to stand up and leave, but their buttocks were like glue, their legs were shaking, and they looked at Tang Dao in horror. Are they going to kill Joe Darrow?

Tang Dao kept staring at Hassan, and found that there was a little emotion on his face, but he was also a little tangled, so he got up, walked over, and whispered a few words in the latter's ear. He gritted his teeth fiercely, "Okay! This will trouble Mr. Nicholas."

"Leave it to me." With fierce eyes in his eyes, Tang Dao picked up the pistol on the table, pointed at the little angel, and said to another employee, "You can't let the two chiefs be alone here I don't think I'm polite."

Hassan also turned his head away.

"No, I... I'm not full yet, not yet." One of them was startled, and quickly pointed to the food on the plate and said, then buried his head, and stuffed his mouth full Yes, the other directors hurriedly followed, pointing at their mouths and whining.

Tang Dao kissed the pistol and went out with the little angel.

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Joe Darrow didn't like living in other people's homes.

He feels no privacy.

So he prepared to leave with the help of bodyguards.

"Sir, will doing this... make trouble?" He whispered with his confidant.

"I understand Hassan. He doesn't have much ability, but he has great ambitions. It's time to suppress his enthusiasm. Otherwise, he thought that he had the final say on the Southern League, and..." Joe Darrow paused on the floor with his cane, "He obviously doesn't understand the horror of the chaebol. And that Asian? An idiot."

The weapon index of the Southern Alliance is not something that an outsider can eat.

To put it bluntly, it is still a matter of interests.

Do you think that Tang Dao is the only one interested in the Somali civil war?

Those gentlemen with **** steaks giving up their dollars here?

The master behind Joe Darrow put a ring around his neck. If it didn't work out beautifully, he would be the one who got hurt in the end. New 81 Chinese website updates the fastest computer terminal: https://

As for whether there is any suspicion of treason?

Adults only care about profit!

Just as they were walking out, someone behind them shouted, "Mr. Joe Darrow!"

The normal consciousness of this person is that when someone shouts, he turns his head back.

The old man turned around in surprise, and saw Tang Dao stepping out quickly, holding the gun in his hand, and pulled the trigger without talking nonsense.

bang bang bang...

The bullet passed through Joe Darrow's body, creating blood mist, and the little angel next to him was holding a Steyr MPi69 submachine gun with a 32-round magazine capacity enough to shoot, and the glass on the back side was also shattered when the bullet hit one place.

Experienced shooters can feel how many bullets are left. When they feel that they are almost finished, the little angel takes out a magazine clip from his pocket with his left hand, taps the lower cover lightly, puts the new magazine on top, and continues to sweep!

A group of about ten people including the bodyguards all fell to the ground.

It also includes... several chiefs.

Joe Darrow's mouth was bleeding, and his eyes were blurred. He heard footsteps, and tried to open his eyes, and saw Tang Dao coming, bent down, looked at him, and then patted his face with a pistol, " Sir, obviously, I can eat a few more meals than you, don’t meddle in young people’s affairs when you’re older, and get a good night’s sleep~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Amen, God bless.” Put the gun to his forehead.

Before the old man begged for mercy, he saw Tang Dao pull the trigger, and the bullet pierced through the skull without even pain, and fell into darkness.

At this time, the guards who heard the gunshots ran out in a hurry, saw the piled up corpses, and raised their guns in unison.

"Put down your weapon." At this time, Hassan also changed his appearance. When he looked at Joe Darrow's body on the ground, his pupils shrank, and he waved his hand at the guard, "Pull the body out."

The guards were very loyal to Hassan, and upon hearing this, several of them paired up to clean up the scene.

"What should I do now?" Hassan walked up to Tang Dao, and he was a little at a loss. The latter glanced at her. This guy is really a lump of mud, and the more critical it is, the more lax he will be. First launch https://https://

"What you should do now is to keep all the people brought by Joe Darrow here, and take over his power, and then develop your authority in the Confederacy. No one will sing against you, General. Now, here you say It's up to you."

I have the final say?

Hassan felt a surge of excitement.

"Yes, yes, I'll let people take over the opponent's forces, and what other chiefs!" He had a stern look on his face.

If someone resists.

The wild dogs in the desert are also hungry.

Tang Dao nodded in satisfaction, as for being nervous?

Whoever has the ability can grant me death!

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