The Strongest Arms Dealer

As a port city, Kismayo has one kind that is essential.

Clubs and Casinos!

Of course, their so-called nightclubs are nothing more than calling a few girls in a small bungalow, and then a group of people "divides the spoils".

Alden, who is a respected local. McDowell is counting bills.

I have twenty thousand dollars in my hand!

This was obtained after reselling a batch of goods just now. He counted it several times, and it was almost covered with his saliva, but Alden still felt that it was not enough. He has been a pirate since he was 14 years old. He has seen his uncle killed by fish bombs and his father starved to death.

Relying on his ferocity, he gradually gained an absolute advantage near the port of Kismayo.

And just a day ago, he received internal information from the port that a freighter from South Africa had unloaded a batch of goods. The goods were wrapped in large wooden boxes, and there were some very "sci-fi" instruments. He asked him if he wanted it. , Alden. McDowell went to see it himself. There was no mark on the product, but there was a skull on it. It was a dangerous item, but he always thought it could sell some money.

I spent $25 to buy those large wooden boxes.

Yes, it's $25!

Then he sold it to an "energy company" and made $20,000, which was the biggest money he had ever made.

"Come on, this is for you." Alden. McDowell took a Grant ($50) from it and handed it to the guy below. He was simply too generous, which made the guys below very upset. It was too little, but everyone was angry , but no one dared to talk too much. Alden was fierce to the enemy, but he was also unambiguous to his own people.

Nearly ten people were executed by him personally.

This $50...

Thinking about it, it should be enough to feed the family.

Alden. When McDowell saw the guys accepting the money, he nodded with satisfaction. He liked to be witty and smiled wildly. He pulled the black girl beside him over and was about to chew on it, but just as he stretched it out, he pushed it away. .

Falk!

The body odor is too strong, not as strong as that of the white woman last time. Although the other party has a strong fishy smell, it is the best experience Alden has experienced.

There are no white people in the red-light district of Kismayo, but there are in Mogadishu.

The price is still cheap, should I go for a walk?

Right here in Alden. When McDowell was thinking about how to satisfy his selfish desires, the appearance outside the door had changed. It is very easy for the current Savior Company to search for a person in Somalia, and Alden is still easy to find. He can be found by just asking a few people. At this.

Two teams of elite teams from the Umbrella Company surrounded the house with weapons, and brought door knocking tools, individual bazookas, and the latest individual headsets. Although the effective distance is very short, they also borrowed the old American GPS system. The same level as the individual ALICE system in the Yingjiang army, this batch of goods cost the Savior Company millions of dollars, and will continue to invest 5 million dollars in the future to equip all the teams.

Moreover, Tang Dao plans to invest more than 200 million U.S. dollars to develop individual soldier communication systems and other individual weapons!

Of course, this is something.

"Viper, how many people are there?" Mist, who was in charge, asked.

Next to him was a man with a mask and earphones operating a thermal imaging camera. From above, he could see several red dots that moved with his movements. "There are five people, three on the left and two on the right."

Mister glanced, "According to Plan A!"

"Received!" The captain of the combat team in front replied, then gestured, and approached at night.

Alden. McDowell didn't realize that he was surrounded at all, but he was very upset, but he didn't think about other aspects at all, he just thought that the weather was sweltering and his reputation in Kismayo was very good.

He dropped the cigarette, showing his breasts, and lit a banknote in his hand. He also wanted to try the taste of lighting a cigarette with US dollars, but this pretense obviously failed. McDowell had a look on his face.

"Boss..." There was a Neko Gang talking below, and there was a loud bang. A big hole was directly blasted on the side of the house. It was hard for a black man who couldn't dodge next to him. The shock wave and the shattered residue could kill Human life, lying on the ground, will die!

Alden. McDowell stayed far away, but he was also frightened by the blow. He immediately reflected, reached for the gun beside him, and a bullet pierced his shoulder blade.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Alden. McDowell screamed, his voice was shrill, he clutched his shoulders, and watched in horror. The blood flow made him desperate, he was afraid of death, and the other brothers wanted to slip away when the explosion sounded, but this time He opened the door and was shot to death!

There were at least thirty rounds of bullets on his body, and he lay directly on the ground, his eyes wide open, and he died with regret.

There were also people who were afraid and knelt on the ground directly, but the saviors were also ruthless, and they would kill them as soon as they came up, leaving no one behind! Anyway, there are no reporters here now, so is there anyone still condemning the indiscriminate killing of innocent people? Those who have laid down their weapons but have not lost their combat effectiveness are the enemy.

Alden. McDowell watched his subordinates die beside him one by one. When he raised his head, he saw armed men walking in. He was terrified.

"Don't, don't kill me, I'll give you whatever you want."

His mind is still spinning fast, seeing the other party driving, he almost sold the other party's wife, otherwise why would he bring so many people? He made a clever point, but it wasn't funny at all. An employee grabbed him by the collar. The eyes under the mask were deep but also cold. What about the big box, last night."

Alden. McDowell knew what it was all at once.

"I...I tell you, don't kill me."

boom!

what!

Ni Ge hugged his right leg and screamed. The other party directly pierced his thigh with a bullet, then moved the muzzle up and fixed it on his crotch, "I don't want to hear nonsense, where is the box!"

"Sold by me, sold by me." Alden. McDowell screamed for emphasis twice.

The employee frowned, and said to the left and right, "Take it away!"

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Tang Dao in formal attire sat down and watched the "Lord of War" broadcast above, and he was also satisfied. This was much better than the one he had watched before, and it dealt with emotions and business more straightforwardly. Part of it is based on Tang Dao, which makes him look very substituting. Nicolas Cage is his "stand-in".

"Papa..." He applauded, and the invited film critics, reporters, and fans also applauded. They felt that this movie should hit the top box office of the week, a great satirical movie.

"Congratulations, Mr. Nicholas, this is a successful movie, and I have already seen its value." A middle-aged man in a small suit, with a short beard, a slightly fat body, and a newsboy hat smiled and congratulated Dao, he is a famous BBC film critic, and he has his own aesthetics. Maybe this movie does not have the big sci-fi scenes in Hollywood dramas, but the dozens of tanks and low-flying fighter jets still make people very excited.

And ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ This is the first movie invested by a capitalist, but the other party gave him 50,000 US dollars, and the check is still in his trouser pocket.

Of course you have to say something nice.

"Thank you, this is thanks to the film crew." Tang Dao said with a very modest smile. Just as the little angel came over with his mobile phone, he stretched out his hand towards the other party with a little embarrassment. Te said, "Boss, our goods have been robbed. They are guys from North America. I have found them and I am looking for them."

Tang Dao still had the same expression on his face, with a smile on his face, "Okay, I see, you guys continue, oh, by the way, treat my friends well, don't make them feel rude." After finishing speaking, he hung up On the phone, I looked at the film critics and said with a smile, "Business matters are too complicated."

The other party nodded in understanding.

But Mist over there is not happy...

The boss's smile was so pervasive that he called back to Mogadishu.

"Except for those left behind, the rest are carrying weapons and airlifted to Kismaayo! Immediately, immediately."