The Strongest Arms Dealer

Mutasim was trembling all over, a little frightened, and also a momentary surprise, but more hesitation and fear. He didn't receive any news from the country at all, and he was not an idiot. He quickly figured out what was going on inside .

There must be someone deliberately curbing the spread, even their own people have been controlled, but who in Libya has such a right? That must be his mother, Mrs. Safia.

"We have received information that your brother Hannibal in Morocco has already set off to return home." The little angel sat on the sofa and looked at each other, wanting to record the expression on Mutasim's face.

The mother chose Hannibal, but gave up the three brothers Saadi.

This made Mutasim also feel very unfair. How could that prodigal son who only knows how to pick up women and pursue excitement have the ability to inherit the oil kingdom of Libya?

He is very unwilling!

Seeing the other party's silence, the little angel twitched the corner of his mouth, and quickly restrained himself, frowning, "We will continue to cooperate with you, and think that you will be the most suitable successor for Card Dazuo."

He paused and said in a very firm tone, "If you think it is necessary, even if Hannibal forms a government, you can declare war in the name of the government-in-exile. We will use all means to safeguard the interests of Libya in North Africa. "

This is really burning paper on the grave-fooling ghosts.

Somalia won't start a war for a kid. A war without benefits is like looking for gems in a latrine - it stinks.

But of course you have to speak beautifully. When you see people, you talk about people, when you see ghosts, you talk nonsense. When you see Mutasim, you talk to coax children. At the age of 18, he is at a loss now. He has a date. He has to face a choice. Do you believe in Somalia? , or do you believe in Tang Dao?

If Hannibal takes over, I'm afraid...

The little angel interjected, "I heard that you have a very good relationship with Hannibal. If you support him, maybe you will get what you want."

These words are very harsh to Mutasim, he is also Gaddafi's son, why should he support Hannibal's dandy brother?

Mutasim was a very ambitious man.

He decisively and rudely interrupted the little angel, "No, sir, I think only I can understand my father's love for Libya, and I have the ability to accomplish and protect our respective interests."

An 18-year-old can run a country with a fart.

It's time to go to school!

But Tang Dao and his little friends said that if you have it, you have it. The big deal is to forcefully pass the constitutional reform and go back to the old way of Libya. Even if someone inside is going to rebel, Somalia, eagle sauce, Gallic chicken, etc. can be used In the name of Mutasim to send troops to intervene.

Does this look like what Da Mao did later in Syria?

Anyway, Mutasim is just a puppet!

The little angel smiled, "Then you prepare, we will arrange a special plane and a special person to take you back, and someone in Tripoli will contact you, as long as you need help, you can call this number." He took out a business card from his suit and handed it over .

This is a phone call from the head of the Somali intelligence agency in North Africa. That person is also one of the agents of the Savior Company, with greater power, and his main identity is a diamond dealer in North Africa.

Of course, these Mutasim naturally didn't know, took the business card with both hands very carefully, and put it in his wallet. He only knew that this thing could save his life when necessary!

The little angel nodded and asked him to rest for a while, and he would be sent back when the arrangements were made. Mutasim covered his face while waiting for the door to watch. Feeling uncomfortable, tears fell slowly, but he couldn't help smiling.

"Ha ha ha ha…"

For his father, he was even more reluctant to give up his rights!

Even if that Asian is using him, it doesn't matter, as long as he can get the authority in Libya, he can find a way to get rid of him, and now he still needs his help.

He thought so.

But hopefully...don't ever do that.

…

At nine o'clock in the evening, Savior Airlines specially allowed a plane to return home for Mutasim and his entourage alone. Sitting in the first-class cabin, looking into the distance, Mutasim was eager to wait.

And also in the chief's office.

Tang held a cigarette in his right hand, squinted his eyes, and looked at the shining bright spots of the plane in the sky. He was quite calm, but his eyes were very deep. If Mutasim left, there would definitely be a bloodbath!

Because, at around seven o'clock in the evening, there was new news from the intelligence department that Gaddafi died!

The intelligence department paid a huge price to get this news from the other party's beautiful bodyguards. As for the so-called no betrayal? The boss is dead, and the company's new directors don't know who they are, so they panic and directly throw US dollars.

An apartment in San Francisco, USA, and a deposit of 1 million US dollars.

Let the beautiful bodyguard speak up directly. Of course, the two parties have been in contact for a long time before, as long as they are human, they have weaknesses.

The so-called loyalty is extremely ridiculous!

Hearst, Cui Bo and others stood behind Tang Dao, their legs were a little numb. Ever since the boss knew about Ka Dazuo's death, they had been standing like this. The cigarette butts under their feet told the time.

For Tang Dao, in fact, he was just afraid... It seems that the timeline is chaotic, and he has begun to change the life of an important person. Ka Dazuo will belch on October 20, 2011, and be pushed to the ground by the coalition forces If there is friction, Libya will also fall into chaos, and now?

In March 1996, at this time...

A full 15 years ahead of schedule!

Tang Dao didn't know what impact this would have on history, but he sighed a little, and murmured, "The world is already different~www.wuxiaspot.com~ This is the first time he spoke after standing for an hour, hehe Ster hurriedly whispered from behind, "Boss..."

"It's okay." Tang Dao turned his head and said with a smile, threw half of the lit cigarette in his hand on the ground, walked back from the balcony, and said, "The change in Libya is just around the corner, and the pan-alliance should do it well when necessary." , to maintain its peaceful role!"

Mutasim is just a means, but his older brothers and the old-fashioned forces in the country will never allow an 18-year-old to take power. The "Little Lion Project" has been formulated, and they will try their best to help Mutasim with public opinion and military actions. The ultimate goal is just to give the pan-alliance an excuse to intervene!

Libya, which has lost its lion, is dominated by a group of lion cubs. The tribe's pretenders are waiting for the opportunity to **** the throne and occupy the harem of the old lion king. That is, the news of Kadazuo's death has not spread, otherwise, you See if those people in the African Union will drool.

The most important logarithm of the pan-union is the remnants of the old era headed by Ethiopia!