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Mrs. Safia argued hard, and yelled at the intelligence chief's nonsense.

He even asked Ka Dazuo to kill him!

Looking at his almost hysterical wife, Ka Dazuo was silent. He had heard about this matter a little bit. The sons, except for Mutasim who was dispatched to Somalia, were more or less spoiled. Many times, he has done things that embarrass him, but it is only his own son who is doing it.

But this time, his eldest son was killed, and he was also deeply involved in the assassination situation. The doubts in his heart exploded at once. He instinctively speculated that Saif murdered with anger. Then, after Muhammad died, this natural His status made him a natural prince.

Perhaps there was a reason why he was attacked?

The more Ka Dazuo thought about it, the more he felt cold. He glanced at Safia, who was gradually bloated beside him. There were so many beautiful bodyguards around him. Would he be a saint and not move them?

According to an Arab who served as Khadazo's personal doctor later told the BBC that when he was in office, he was often called to take care of his beautiful bodyguards, many of whom were pregnant. He didn't know the status of these children. Who is the father, but it is conceivable, who dares to blaspheme the leader?

Safia is old and faded...

She often beat and scolded those beautiful bodyguards. If it weren't for Ka Dazuo's repeated strength, I am afraid that the guard team formed by Safia would be disbanded by herself.

Disintegration usually begins with chaos from within.

Seeing that her husband did not speak, Safia's heart sank. She knew that the emperor who controlled Libya's military and political power began to show suspicion. If this continues, Saif will not escape death!

Don't think that he can't be cruel to his own child.

The hero of North Africa never puts love for his children on him, just as he once said: I will only be the eternal king of Libya, not the eternal husband of the family!

There's something wrong with the atmosphere...

thump thump...

The sound of hurried footsteps rushed in from outside, and I saw a guard who fell at the door, the hat on his head was askew, and his face was very flustered. Looking at himself, his heart skipped a beat.

"What's the matter?" Ka Dazuo asked with suppressed dissatisfaction.

The guard woke up and remembered something, "Mr. Saif, you are... outside."

He hesitated and dared not speak clearly, but made Ka Dazuo very angry, and he also understood that something must have happened. He walked towards the door without his coat on, and the others followed immediately. The place is a detached villa, but this large area belongs to the Gaddafi family, and several of his sons also live here.

Walking out the door, I saw a shocking scene.

Saif was actually naked, holding a pistol, roaring in a low voice, and his expression was very excited. The guards around him were holding weapons and dared not go forward. They didn't even open the insurance, for fear of accidentally hurting him Master, then, everyone has to sing tears behind bars, no, they should be killed.

As soon as Ka Dazuo looked at the opponent's appearance, he knew instantly that he was definitely attracted.

"Bastard!" This made him very upset, and he shouted loudly, "Tie him up for me, **** it, this is the good son you taught!" He said the second half of the sentence to Safia. He was so angry that he repeated orders not to allow anyone to smoke this thing, but his parents and children still did this and did such a shameful thing, do you want his old face?

Hearing the order, the guards rushed forward. Saif, with red eyes, looked at the "enemies" swarming over, feeling very excited, and shot, shouting, "For freedom! Overthrow Gaddafi! "

This is so...

Everyone in the yard gasped, and everyone felt that this SB definitely sucked too much.

The corners of the intelligence director’s mouth were trembling, but he was also a little thankful that he didn’t get on the boat with Saif. He glanced at Dazuo Ka, the expression on his face was very gloomy, the beard on the corner of his mouth was trembling violently, his breathing was short, and he was in a bad mood .

The second prince shot, and the guard shrank his head in fright. Fortunately, the other party's marksmanship was not good.

But at this time, Saif suddenly saw Ka Dazuo standing at the door, he paused, and then rushed over, shouting: For victory!

At forty or fifty meters, shoot!

No one expected this scene, even those beautiful bodyguards were not around at this time, only Safia, the former beautiful killer, has been overthrown by the years, no longer aura and sharpness, unable to react , saw in horror that Ka Dazuo clutched his chest and collapsed, his eyes were full of disbelief!

"The enemy is dead! Long live victory!" Saif, who was inhaled high, stuffed the muzzle of the gun into his mouth, and resolutely disconnected the gun. There was a burst of blood on the back of his head, and he fell heavily to the ground.

Safia was terrified, the intelligence minister was terrified, and the others panicked.

"Quick! Call the doctor!"

I don't know who yelled, the most noble area in Libya was in a panic, Ka Dazuo was rushed in for treatment, and Saif... everyone knew that there was no way to save him, and who would dare to save him?

Even Safia is panicking now, standing outside the crowd and watching her husband who was rescued with blood on his chest, she gritted her teeth, the tough first lady of Libya called her confidant and asked him to take him out immediately Call Hannibal back!

Skip the third prince Asadi directly!

If there is an accident with Card Dazuo, let Hannibal succeed him.

The same woman, with different gazes, gave very decisive orders.

…

The gunshots from the Libyan Presidential Palace directly shocked the outside world.

Although the news department soon said that it was a group of barbarians trying to attack the great Khadazo by force, but they were shot dead by the guards, just like reading a manuscript. When a foreign reporter asked how and where the Gaddafis were, the news officer Just said in all seriousness, "Mr. President, among the people of Libya."

Go to your code~www.wuxiaspot.com~ This directly made the BBC reporter feel bad, is this what I want to ask? He actually wanted to ask if Ka Dazuo was dead, but after thinking about it, even if the BBC hanged himself again, he would not be able to kill himself. If he said this, the press officer took out the AK from under the table, who knows? , the savages of Africa.

But the BBC has never had a moral bottom line. He has already figured out how to make up news in his mind. If Dazuo Kazuo did not show up to calm people's hearts immediately, it means that something must have happened to him, and the road leading to the presidential palace is closed. Yes, there are people patrolling, it is impossible to rush up, there is only one possibility, there is an inner ghost!

And, it worked.

The reporter's brains have to be said to be absolutely easy to use, just like Garcie during World War II. He was stunned to become a double agent by relying on his brain.

To a certain extent, many intelligence agencies also draw on the "guessing" of journalists.

For example, Somali intelligence!