The Strongest Arms Dealer Chapter 136

Tang Dao never had the idea of ​​letting the tiger go back to the mountain. You either have no grudges with others, or you kill him. Don't say that it is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years. He is a real villain. Waiting for a minute feels too long.

Most importantly, he understood that MacArthur could not do anything to him.

An order of 40 million US dollars is more important than a so-called "King of West Africa".

Don't think that if you are famous, you won't die, it's just that your death is more secretive than others.

"Boss, shall we go back to the hotel now?"

Mist, who was driving, looked at Tang Dao in the mirror and asked.

"Yeah." Tang Dao nodded, lowered his head, and suddenly frowned. He saw a few drops of blood splashed on his suit, which looked very dazzling. He took off his suit, opened the window, and threw it out!

The pedestrians in Asmara who were walking outside were all taken aback when they saw the suit thrown out of it, but then they rushed up to **** it.

The little angel sitting in the co-pilot glanced at it, then looked away.

What the rich don't care about may be something that the poor need to fight for all their lives.

Money is the mainstream!

When MacArthur heard the report from his subordinates, he was reading a book, "The Acanais" by the ancient Greek writer Aristophanes. This is an anti-war book that sounds full of acne. People actually see this?

What is the difference between this and Tang Dao using "War and Peace" to pad the corner of the table?

Sure enough, the essence of politicians and businessmen are the same.

"You mean, Lloyd was killed by Nicholas?" MacArthur frowned, closed the book, folded his hands on his hips, and looked up at Francis.

The latter's scalp is numb...

"Yes, it is!"

"come here."

MacArthur suddenly smiled, and suddenly stretched out his hand and hooked his fingers.

Francis moved forward a few steps, but the other party continued to signal him to go over, so he could only bite the bullet and walked forward, when he saw the former stand up suddenly, grab his collar, press it on the table, and pick up the ashes Cylinder, hit him on the head!

Don't hold back at all!

MacArthur gritted his teeth tightly, but the flesh on both cheeks was trembling, veins were visible on his hands, and of course there were blood stains on them.

Maybe he was tired from the fight, he threw the ashtray on the ground, and let go of Francis, who now had cracked eyes and blood on his face, slipped off the table and lay on the ground, if his chest was not still heaving, They all thought he was dead.

"Drag him down."

The members of the procurement team standing at the door were covered in hairs. They didn't dare to breathe. They waited for MacArthur's order, and they hurried up to carry the deputy head away.

MacArthur wiped the blood stains on his body a few times, and felt that the depression in his chest was much less. He reopened "The Akanai Man", and the more he read it, the more boring he felt. He directly threw the book aside, thinking Unable to calm down, he rubbed his face vigorously, his eyes were a little red, and couldn't help but punched the table.

"Fack!"

He finally couldn't control the anger in his heart, of course he knew what Tang Dao's actions meant.

A provocation!

I just asked him how many helicopters Lloyd could exchange for, and the other party killed the latter before leaving. This kind of open and aboveboard attack made him unable to step down. He knew that Lloyd would die, but...can you keep it for me? Save face?

But he couldn't do anything to the other party. Most importantly, there was no need to go to war for the dead.

Dead people are worthless.

If he had any conscience, he would at best bow to Lloyd and send his body back to West Africa.

MacArthur is smart, it is impossible for an idiot to sit in this position.

But Francis was unlucky because he happened to be standing in the office, that's all.

Kyiv!

Robert is sitting on a bench, munching on black bread, with Pepsi beside him, which is Kyiv in Ukraine, while an employee is sitting on a recliner in the distance with a newspaper, but his eyes are often glanced this way with.

Just when he was eating happily, something seemed to cover his eyes, covering the sun he was enjoying.

Um?

Robert raised his eyebrows, raised his head with puffed cheeks, and saw a boy in a coat standing in front of him with a side-faced face, carrying a sack, looking at Pepsi with longing eyes, and swallowed saliva.

"Do you want a drink?"

After the boy took half a step back, he hesitated and nodded.

"I'm sorry, this is what I drank." Robert took out a five-dollar bill from his pocket and handed it to the other party, "You can buy it yourself." Who knew that the latter just shook his head and pointed at himself Sack, then pointed to Coke.

He stretched his neck and took a look. The sack was full of rubbish, bottles, torn clothes and so on.

But the boy doesn't look like a beggar, and his clothes are clean.

Just when Robert didn't know why, he heard an anxious shout, "Firmino." Looking in the direction of the voice, a young woman about 1.7 in height put down a big bag and ran over.

"Mom." The boy finally spoke and trotted over.

"How did you run so far?" The woman hugged him and let out a long sigh of relief, but she felt someone looking at her from the side. When she turned her head, she met Robert's eyes, "I'm sorry, sir, my child disturbed you." it's your turn."

Robert felt that the woman in front of him was very eye-catching. The pair of melancholy eyes above the high bridge of the nose seemed to let people see the disappointment in her heart for this century. Hearing the other party's apology, Mr. Quick Gun was obviously at a loss. After making a move, he spread it out again, "No...it's okay."

The woman pursed her lips and chuckled lightly, patted her son's head, "Pick up the bag, let's go home." As she spoke, she was about to turn around and leave.

"Ma'am...my name is Robert Lee."

"Julia."

The woman turned her head, a look of surprise flashed in her eyes, but she still told him her name, and then left with the bag with great difficulty. This thin and frail figure looked very distressing.

After the other party walked away, Robert looked away, sat back on the chair, and smiled slightly while holding the glass of Pepsi.

After sitting for about half an hour, he looked at his watch and stood up, put his hands in the pockets of his brown coat, put on his hat, and walked out of the park. There is a small open-air cafe on the second floor opposite the park. It's also a bit nice: "закат (sunset

He walked in, and it was no different from other coffee shops. If you really want to say it, it would be... the national flag of Eagle Sauce was blatantly hung on the wall of the other side.

"Sir...need." As soon as the bartender opened his mouth, Robert raised his hand, "I have an appointment."

After speaking, he went straight to the floor-to-ceiling windows. There were four or five tables outside. Logically speaking, no one should be outside in this horrible weather, but there was a man sitting with his legs crossed. After hearing the movement, Just turned around.

Very handsome!

This is Robert's adjective. The other party is not the rough and crazy person he imagined, but... looks very immature.

"Mr. Wayne Rooney?"

The other party stood up but didn't stand up, just pointed to the opposite side, "Please sit down."

"Mr. Beasley, just let a child come? I just want to ask, can you make the decision?" Robert didn't move, just stood like this.

The big snake was killed by him!

There are a few hundred million rupees left, and of course someone has to be responsible. Do you think the money is not needed?

The other party was not angry either, and tapped his fingers on the table twice, "Of course, I am his son, you can call me Jakes."

son?

Robert looked at the other party carefully, nodded slowly, and sat across from him. He started the topic very forcefully, "Is Mr. Beasley planning to compensate us for the 200 million rubles?"

"My father asked me to ask you, why did you kill the big snake." Jakes didn't hesitate to take the same hat.

The two looked at each other, and then Robert also felt a smile, and stood up, "That's it, wait for the corpses of the people in your Ukrainian base to be collected."

He is too lazy to talk nonsense!

Chirping and whining is a waste of time, you are so strong, let's see who is stronger.

Jakes frowned. He felt that the other party was playing cards out of common sense. Shouldn't we sit down and talk calmly? This disagreement will start a war?

Although our own side is not afraid of the other party, but...the situation is not right now, many eyes are on their money laundering business, Beasley has received notifications from several big bosses, and now it is a very tense critical moment, let him keep people under surveillance point.

This is not to say that the three local gangs in Moscow have been wiped out, and all the bosses have been arrested.

Jakes heard Beasley say, "The end of the empire is coming."

At this time, we must be safe.

"Wait a moment, Mr. Wayne." Jakes said in a voice.

Robert's right foot was already in mid-air, and he let it go when he heard the words. He said helplessly, "I think we both need to sit down and have a good chat."

Still too young.

Doesn't this sentence mean that you have given the bottom to the other party?

Compared with the old fox, it still looks too immature.

"The big snake is ours after all. If you kill him, you have to show something, right? If I hadn't suppressed him, maybe his subordinates would have rushed in by now."

This is true. After the big snake was killed, their internal affairs were not peaceful. Everyone wanted to be the boss. According to the rules of the world, whoever killed the murderer was the boss, but Jakes didn't say it.

"Are you scaring me?"

Robert turned his head, walked over, took out his gun, and slapped it on the table, "Do you think I'm afraid of death? Or do you think you can take a few bullets yourself?"

No fewer than a hundred people died at the gunmen, including the cowboy races.

Jakes stared at the Mavloka, the corners of his eyes twitched slightly, his body leaned back slightly, and he spread his hands, "Mr. Wayne, we also want face, why don't we give face?"

Robert picked up the gun, loaded it, and snapped the safety.

This action made the opponent's heart skip a beat.

Then lying next to Jax's ear, he could feel his whole body tense.

"How old are you?"

Chapter end