The Strongest Arms Dealer Chapter 57

Italian caviar is delicious.

Osborn didn't stop talking, but neither did Robert, frowning, smoking a cigarette, looking at the stairs, looking at his watch from time to time, with an anxious expression on his face.

Seeing that it was going to be too late, Tang Dao and Aidid walked down the stairs side by side, talking and laughing.

"Stop eating! Get to work." Robert threw the cigarette **** on the ground, and pushed Osborne. The latter almost choked to death, his face flushed, and he managed to dig it out with his hands, and took a sip of the red wine in the glass. After shaking it in his mouth a few times, he spit it out again, took out two napkins and wiped it around his mouth, followed by Robert and stood up.

"Stay here, General."

At the door, Tang Dao pressed his hand with a smile on his face, "Tomorrow, I will welcome you at the airport." After finishing speaking, he walked down the steps, Robert followed him with an umbrella, Osborne squinted his eyes, Letting the raindrops slide down his cheeks, he directed Jin Dun and others to get into the car. In the thick fog of the night, the two high-beam lights drove away.

Aidi Desu stood, watched them leave, and said abruptly, "Omar, how much do you think this Asian can be trusted?"

Omar didn't know why he asked this question suddenly, he hesitated for a while, "I can probably believe half of it."

Who knew Aidid would laugh when he heard this, and said a local swear word, "The words of a businessman are like a pile of dog shit. Dogs taste good, but people think it stinks!"

Leaving Omar with a thoughtful face behind, he turned and left, not forgetting to say, "Take someone to see the goods tomorrow."

The jeep was driving on the uneven streets of Mogadishu. At night, with the two headlights shining in front of it, it seemed quieter. If a black man jumped out at this time, he might think it was a wild monkey running out of nowhere.

This is not racism. The Nobel laureate Watson, even the guy who discovered DNA, said that black people have not evolved completely and should not be called intelligent people like yellow people and white people.

Caring for the mentally handicapped has always been Tang Dao's virtue.

But among the mentally retarded, it is inevitable that there are a few smart people. Tang Dao thinks that Aidid is like that. He never speaks muddy. His vision is broad among East Africans. He also understands that whoever controls public opinion and the army has the right to speak , Therefore, on the first day he entered Mogadishu, he held all the broadcasts in the city in his hands, and publicized his "merits" from time to time.

Commonly known as brainwashing!

This is why when the US military captured him later, he shouted on the radio, and thousands of Mogadishu people rushed out with rusty AKs or sticks. In English, this is : "Ideological!!"

Sure enough, it is impossible to be an idiot to gain a firm foothold in Somalia.

Tang Dao felt more and more that the tank he gave was the right one. It was worthwhile to exchange an antique for the chain of mutual benefit.

"Boss, the hotel is here."

While he was still thinking, Robert called out softly. Once Tang Dao came back to his senses, he raised his head and saw the old sign of the hotel. He opened the door and got out of the car. Go in, but it's also annoying.

"Have the pilots settled down yet?"

"Pierce settled down with them, and the promised dollars were also sent."

Tang Dao nodded, "Tell them not to run around. I don't care if they were robbed in Somalia. Also, take them to get the pistol tomorrow. At least they must have the ability to protect themselves."

As he was talking, he walked in. There was a little black girl with braids at the front desk, who stopped him nervously.

"Is there something wrong? Ma'am." Tang Dao asked with a smile.

"Sir, someone forced me to hand this letter to you just now." Heimei pulled down the drawer. The drawer seemed to be rusted with gears and made noises. She took out a letter from it and handed it to him.

letter?

Does anyone still write letters in this day and age?

Tang Dao raised his hand, and then winked at Robert. The latter walked over to take the letter. Tang Dao frowned and opened it, looking at it with three lines. The word "Chuan" on that brow became deeper and deeper, but In the end, it was Yisong, folded the letter, put it in his pocket, and nodded to Heimei, "Thank you very much, I wish you a sweet dream, ma'am."

"Good dreams to you too, sir."

Robert couldn't see clearly from the side, but he saw a familiar name: Cyril!

Could it be about him in that letter?

"Bring our translator tomorrow too. I don't think he can take the money for nothing and not work." Tang Dao, who was walking in front, said, Robert's heart trembled, sure enough!

Something is going to happen!

The next day, early in the morning, it started at five o'clock.

Tang Dao came to Mogadishu Airport, with his pockets in his pocket, watching the employees set up the tanks and armed personnel carriers. As for the airport staff, they could only ask them to stay in the room, and the aviation was also controlled. , this is an order from Aidid.

Cyril stood behind Tang Dao with his briefcase, looking at the DzSU-57-2 57mm small-caliber anti-aircraft gun that was pushed out, the light flashed behind his glasses, but then he lowered his head.

"Mr. Cyril!"

Suddenly, Tang Dao shouted, turned his head and pointed at the weapons and ammunition that filled the airport, "Do you think... I can fight a small local war with these things?"

Tanks, armored vehicles, and artillery, all of these can be pushed across Somalia!

"But...Of course." Cyril nodded, hesitated, "It's just that all of these will be used on Somali land?"

"What do you think?" Tang Dao asked back.

Cyril said, "I think Somalis should have their own way of survival. External intervention will only make this place more chaotic."

"Does KGB think so too?" As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Dao continued to ask, which was very abrupt. Cyril was a little confused, and quickly said, "What are you talking about?"

clap clap.

Tang Dao applauded and praised, UU reading www.uukanshu. com "Fortunately, I am an actor trained by KGB. I am not as good as you in this regard. Can you please show me the bag?"

Cyril held the briefcase tightly, "It's just..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Osborne punched Cyril on the right cheek, fell to the ground with one punch, and kicked him on the shoulder before picking up the briefcase and patting it down. Ash, turn it up from the inside.

"I hate other people talking too much nonsense. If I tell you to take it, you can take it!" Tang Dao looked at him condescendingly.

"Boss, there are video cameras and tape recorders." Osborn took out the machine from his bag, held it in his left and right hands, and stared at Cyril with an unfriendly expression.

"This... this is just my hobby. I like to take pictures of Somali scenery."

What is the scenery of Somalia?

pirate?

Or a child running barefoot to avoid shells?

Is it that hard to even find an excuse?

Has the KGB come to an end like this? Or does the old man just think that others are fools?

It seems that a group of special agents, after graduation, took a graduation photo and posted it on the Internet, for fear that others would not know. This kind of operation is suffocating, and then they were all sent to guard the frontier.

"Be clean, don't let General Aidid see the blood." Tang Dao waved his hand. The letter yesterday made him feel a lot of pressure. It said that Cyril was an agent of the KGB, and his uncle accepted the KGB in Italy. However, they failed and were killed in an operation, and the family had to be neat and tidy.

Cyril was bound hands and feet, a rag was stuffed in his mouth, and he was put in a nylon bag.

Then Osborne and others held steel pipes and wrenches and beat them fiercely. After a pause, they stopped struggling immediately and lost their breath. They were dragged away on the car and thrown into the sea to feed the fish.

Chapter end