The Strongest Arms Dealer Chapter 121

Louis Barbeauf. McCrackenski had a headache.

From the appearance, the typical Europa race is of Eastern European type, but it may be a little older, the back looks rickety, and age spots have begun to appear on the face. From the outside, it looks like an old man walking around in a very suburban manor, not at all. Like a boss from KGB Division 12!

These twelve offices are mainly responsible for investigations such as murder, embezzlement of huge amounts of state property and public property, smuggling, speculation in foreign exchange, illegal access to major state secrets, and so on.

Although corruption is also taking place inside the KGB, it is undeniable that the information they want to know cannot be hidden by the enemy.

What makes them fall apart is always the inside.

At this time, there were photos of Robert and two employees on Louis Babouf's desk, and on his right was Nabokov, a member of the Tomahawk who was shot dead, and a bullet. He picked up the bullet without hesitation, squinted Looking carefully, with the help of the light, you can see the blood stains left on it, which were taken out of Nabokov's head.

One shot to the head!

In the subordinate's report, it was written like this: The other party is very likely to have received professional military training.

"Wayne Rooney?"

When Louis Babouf spoke, his voice was very hoarse. This was because his vocal cords were injured in the foreign struggle in the 1950s. If he hadn't died, he would have died a long time ago. He always felt that the name sounded like a little fat man.

"Boom boom boom."

There was a knock on the door outside, which made the slightly gloomy office even more tense.

"Please come in."

The door was pushed open from the outside, and a young man wearing a lieutenant's Soviet-style military uniform walked in, saluted, handed over the documents with both hands, and reported, "We didn't find anyone named Wayne Rooney at the airport. people, but we investigated and found that there was a German named Isaiah Landseer who was very similar to him and went to Kyiv, Ukraine."

"Are you sure you are very similar to him?" Louis Babouf frowned and asked.

"Sure, I found them from the analog monitor at the airport." The young lieutenant nodded resolutely.

Now it's fun...

If it was just an ordinary murder, even if the other party escaped, it would definitely be too late to use a pseudonym, which meant that this person came to Moscow with other intentions, and even these two names were fake.

Louis Babeuf's eyes glowed, and his experience told him that there was definitely a serious problem with this kind of person.

"Check! Check him for me!" He slapped Robert's photo with a firm look on his face, but who knew that the lieutenant looked troubled, "We have no funds for action..."

Uh…

Louis Babeuf's face froze, he stared, full of disbelief, the young man lowered his head and did not dare to look at him.

No money?

This is too ridiculous.

He himself couldn't help but want to grin, but when it showed up, it was more of a twitch, and he sat down very slumped, with his head held up, and his face showed a bit of fatigue.

Getting old, like this empire, is getting old.

Intelligence agencies can't carry out tracking because they don't have money? The joke of slipping the world.

Louis Babouf was even thinking about why the incident in the 1950s didn't kill him, but now he has to watch his beloved country on the verge of ruin. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes tightly. , and opened it again, and now there are still subordinates, he can't show how sinking he is, sit up straight, "Let the people from Ukraine help to look at it."

"They..." the lieutenant hesitated.

"I know what you want to say, but I just need to inform them, whether they will take action." Louis Barbeauf paused, "Let them go, but! Warn me to the people of the battle axe, let them calm me down , I don't have time to deal with them now, if they mess up again, I'll hang them up and kill them all!”

Tomahawks are famous among them.

One of the local gangs in Moscow, mainly engaged in arms trading, smuggling, trafficking, etc. If it weren't for the strong background, Louis Barbeau would have wanted to kill him, but now the other party went to shoot and kill others in a fair manner, and was killed by others Yes, this hits the bottom line.

I can't fix outsiders, can't I fix you?

"Yes!" The lieutenant walked out after paying a military salute.

Louis Barbeuf moved the photo aside, rubbing his temples with a headache, feeling his chest was oppressed, and with a cigarette in his hand, he stood over and opened the curtains, the hazy sunlight shone in, and it was quite dazzling. Wall, holding a cigarette in the other hand, frowning and smoking.

But he didn't see it at all. On a tall building not far from him, a man was looking at him with a telescope.

Eritrea, Asmara.

Quiet, crisp, with comfort in the air.

You can't even imagine that this is a war-torn country. Even if many residents flee, it is still a beautiful flower city located on the Hamassen Plateau in East Africa at an altitude of 2,400 meters.

Some say Asmara is the most beautiful capital in Africa. Indeed, Asmara, which has only one main road, is small and exquisite, and there are dozens of passionate works of Italian modernist designers in the city. These exquisite centuries-old buildings survived the war because the defenders abandoned the city to negotiate peace, so that the British writer Mikaela Rong said that Asmara is "Italy that can only be seen in ancestral albums."

Because there is no direct flight to Asmara in Somalia, Tang Dao and others arrived at King Johannes IV International Airport by taking a local airline small jet from Ethiopia.

As soon as Tang Dao and his group of more than ten people walked out of the airport, they leaned over to count people outside, and Mister and others hurriedly surrounded Tang Dao.

"Sir, sir, where do I need to go?"

"Sir, do you need accommodation in the hotel? It is close to the European design style, let's find out."

Seeing that Tang Dao looked like a foreigner, this group of people took the initiative to solicit customers. People with Asian faces are famous for having a lot of money.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

Four or five strong black men squeezed in from behind. The leader was a bald man, but he was neatly dressed. He looked at Tang Dao with a smile on his face, and bent slightly, "Excuse me, is this Mr. Nicholas? We are Mr. The receptionist at the Semara University Hotel."

This... the service is really good too.

He just knows that there is a pick-up service, but is that bodyguard with a gun in the back?

Seeing that the rich man has been booked, those gangsters who are soliciting customers will disperse, and you can't compete with others.

"My name is Horace, and I'm the person in charge of the external relations department of the Asmara University Hotel." The bald man smiled flatteringly, almost sticking out his tongue, mainly because Tang Dao and others directly booked the hotel , first gave the money for a week, including the cost of board and lodging, a total of 4,000 US dollars,

This rich man!

For this reason, the hotel was very concerned. They found a way to find five clean-looking cars to use as transportation, and even cleaned the inside of the hotel.

This job that came to greet him was something he worked hard to get.

In this place, as long as you have money, many people are willing to curry favor with you.

Horace opened the door, let Tang Dao get into the car, sat in the co-pilot and directed the convoy towards the hotel.

Tang Dao crossed his legs and looked outside. The criss-crossing Queensland bottle-dry trees on the side of the road blocked the scorching sun a lot. He could see children running on the road. He looked curiously at the convoy with curious eyes.

Passing by the Badi-Roman-Neco architectural style of the Geaswara Cathedral, Tang Dao was attracted by his Gothic bell tower, and couldn't help but take another look.

"Sir, in a few days it will be the "Plenty Festival" in Eritrea. At that time, the bell will be rung, which can be heard throughout Asmara, and pigeons will be released to symbolize peace." Horace, the co-pilot, has been observing Holding Tang Dao, after seeing him look more, he hurriedly said with a smile.

Who said the black guy can't read the words?

It's just that God is fair. If they can use their brains and work hard, coupled with their physical fitness, they are really invincible.

Hollus was apparently so well educated that he spoke politely.

"Really? Then I must come and take a good look." Tang Dao said with a smile, put his hands on his knees, and continued to look out the window. Everything here is completely different from Somalia.

The people here... are more like gentlemen?

The Asmara University Hotel is located on Las Davida da Mutu Avenue, named after the hero who resisted the Italian war of aggression. It has three floors. The decoration is not brilliant, but it is still very clean. In the distance, you can see the imperial palace, where the emperor used to stay.

Hollus got out of the car and opened the door, leading Tang Dao into the hotel.

But as soon as I walked in, I heard someone shouting dissatisfiedly inside, and slapped the table, "Why can't we let us live? We have money."

Hollus frowned, his face darkened, and he looked towards the front desk, and saw two white men and women, carrying big bags and small bags, yelling at the little girl at the front desk in dissatisfaction, the latter was about to cry, Taking a step back in fear, he explained, "Sir, we have been booked here, and we are closed for business during this time."

"Fak..." The man still waved his hand in displeasure.

"Ferguson, if we really don't have one, let's continue looking elsewhere." Finally, the blond woman pulled the man down and said ~www.mtlnovel.com~ The voice was very neutral.

"Sofia, this is already the third hotel, and the others are all full. Damn it, why is this place full of hotels all of a sudden?"

Ferguson, who has the same name as the godfather of Manchester United, was obviously very upset. After a few curse words, he carried a bag in each hand and was about to leave. As soon as he turned around, he saw a group of people walking in, especially attracted by Tang Dao in the middle people.

Both of them were taken aback for a moment, and when they came back to their senses, Ferguson lowered his head and cursed at the country, and then said sourly, "Damn Asians."

Sosfia frowned, did not refute him, just stared at Tang Dao, who also seemed to have a heart, turned his head to look at him, and suddenly the former put down his bag and ran over.

"Sir, wait a moment."

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