In fact, the dzsu-23 type 23mm double-bar anti-aircraft gun has strong lethality to infantry clusters and has very low air shooting efficiency, because the gun's sighting equipment is backward, and the pickup platform is not stable, and it shakes violently during shooting. But what...

Luke Majaro made five more moves from Tang Dao!

On a small-scale battlefield like the official residence, and the proud Iroquois giant crashed into it, this guy...even if the probability is low, anti-aircraft guns hit flies, it can't stop people from wanting to die.

"Avoid! Avoid!!"

The driver roared, gritted his teeth, bulged his cheeks, and the blue veins at the corners of his eyes were emerging. He was operating the uh-1, and his whole body was still trembling. Perhaps God heard his call and moved his hand gently. The uh-1 rolled in a strange way!

Have fun so much?

Play with uh-1? There are not many drivers who can play this action.

If you are lucky, you can avoid it. If you are not lucky, you have to see if you can't stand the beating.

It's not said that he was successful, because he had completed the action. Then a black man hit the tail beam directly on the roof, exploded along the point, and the Iroquois screamed and jumped into a waltz in the air, sprained his leg, fell off the top, and the propeller drew a spark on the ground...

This caused the bazooka hands to cheer.

The other UH-1 wanted to run away depending on the situation, but if it could run away, Luke Majaro's name was written upside down. Anyway, the RPG is not expensive, each person carries one and hits it!

After all, it cannot escape the fate of being shot down.

Constantine was disheartened and cold. If the bullets were all shot, they would have to be detested on the spot, so... he was ready to surrender!

On the first day of his service, an instructor told him that surrender was not a manifestation of a coward, but rather a sense of responsibility to prevent his family from crying. However, he had never used this principle for nine years in service, and unexpectedly he used it as a mercenary.

He yelled outside, "Cease fire, we surrender!"

But sometimes this is more wishful thinking!

The soldiers outside did not stop at all, but instead pushed out the "Vasirik" 82mm mortar from behind and blasted it into the inside!

Constantine opened her mouth and was about to continue shouting, but the ceiling fell down, directly knocking him to the ground, his whole body softened, and he fainted. He just saw it in a daze...

God has come to pick him up.

...

BlackRock City was attacked by a special forces team and ambushed, and the news that the entire army was wiped out suddenly spread in Somalia.

The angry people hung the bodies on the city walls and were spread by war reporters. Almost all the intelligence departments in Somalia were running rapidly. They had to know where these people belonged? What did they do? How were they even shot dead during the process!

"Bang!"

Ibin Barrow overturned the table in front of him, his face twisted and very ferocious. The secretary behind him stood with his head down, not daring to say anything.

He felt heartbroken. The commando he had formed at a high price... was wiped out?

In addition to the Iroquois giant worth 1.8 million US dollars, the pensions of 16 employees (including crew members) alone will be given out several million! This is the most tragic mistake in the three years since the establishment of EO.

Ibin Barrow even guessed that there would definitely be someone above who was dissatisfied with him and was under great pressure.

At this moment, the landline phone rang on the table. The secretary glanced at Ibin, walked over, picked it up, and looked at the latter and said softly, "Boss, Mr. Bill Clemens."

"Damn it!"

Ibin's eyes twitched and he cursed in a low voice. He knew what the other party was looking for, but he still walked over and picked it up, "Hey..."

"Bastard! Idiot! This is the result you told me? This is the task you made me believe you can accomplish?" Bill on the opposite side roared excitedly, and anyway, all the unpleasant words were ejected.

"Mr. Bill, please believe us. This is just a mistake." Ibin took a deep breath and said. After all, the other party's social status is higher than his. He is deeply ingrained in South Africa. Even if he is criticized, he will not dare to speak back.

But this apology made Bill feel very disappointed, "Your apology made the robbers demand another 20 million US dollars. It's a waste. I won't hand over this matter to you again. Our previous agreement is over." After that, Bill hung up the phone.

Listening to the busy tone in the microphone, Ibin Barrow angrily clenched his fist and smashed it on the table. He couldn't control his temper. He grabbed the phone and threw it on the ground. The secretary was so scared that his face turned pale. He took a few steps back and exclaimed.

"Get out!"

Yibin roared, and the other party hurried out and sprained his feet in high heels. (If Xiaoshanshan used to write, it wouldn't be out now.)

...

Bill Clemens took off his glasses tiredly, put them on the side, rubbed his face, and heard the movement of opening the door, he asked casually, "Are you ready?" He was still preparing to spend money to eliminate disasters. This was not reliable.

But he did not respond to the inquiry, so he raised his head in confusion, squinted his eyes, and saw a blond girl standing outside the door.

"Mr. Bill, someone downstairs wants to see you."

"I haven't seen anyone these days."

"He said, he can solve your troubles."

Bill Clemens raised his brows. His current trouble is that his son was kidnapped, and the news can't be suppressed. In addition to EO, many local security companies in South Africa also called, and even government departments asked if there were anyone who needed their help. However, this group of people could feel that they were all speculators at a glance, but few of them came to the door on their own initiative.

He frowned and put his glasses back in, "Please come up."

The little girl nodded quickly, covered her heart that was about to jump out and ran down. At the front desk, she saw three people, one Asian and two white men, all dressed properly, "Mr. Nicholas, Mr. Bill, please come up."

"Thank you very much, Miss Esther, here is the $5,000 shopping card from the South African Pep      Store Supermarket."

Esther took it and smiled on his face, and enthusiastically took Tang Dao and others upstairs.

Tang Dao and the others rushed from Somalia overnight. When he knew that a group of people raided Luke and Mazzaro's residence but was killed, he knew that it was Bill Clemens who wanted to take a different approach, obviously failed. At this time, it was time for him to play.

At the office door, Tang Dao pulled off his suit and followed Esther in.

I saw an elderly man sitting behind the table, about 60 years old. The loose skin on his face could still show that he was very handsome when he was young, with gentle eyes, and like an elder.

But if you know his resume, you don't think so.

Bill Clemens was born in 1930 in a poor family in Orange Free State. He joined the Air Force at the age of 17 and was merged into the Second Flight Squadron at the 20s. He flew the F-51d fighter jet provided by Hawks to participate in the largest war at the time - the Korean War! Later, after he was defeated and returned to the country, he retired from active service. In the same year, he used the surviving South African rands to start a jewelry business.

At that time, money was still valuable.

He relied on his smart mind and cunning means to abdicate his peers. In the 1960s, when he was forty, he became a millionaire. Later, he drove fast trains, invested in military factories, invested in bonds, and his value increased.

Do you think some businesses can be done by just talent?

Many people have the talent to do business, but why are there only a few people who can succeed?

Because they are treacherous, they are cruel, and they are enterprising. The gentle eyes are full of the sense of invasion of wild beasts.

Tang Dao would not foolishly think that the other party is really old.

An old lion is also a lion.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Bill, I am Nicholas Tang, the ceo of the savior company, this is my business card." Tang Dao handed over the printed business card with both hands, looking like a junior. At least his attitude made Bill enjoy it very much. The latter also stood up, took it with both hands, took it, took it, and put it in his drawer, without saying a word, and didn't even want to ask him to sit.

Courtesy with distantness.

Tang Dao was not polite, and went straight to the topic, "I know Mr. Bill's troubles, I can help you solve them. Even Alex can come back with you soon for dinner, as long as you can promise me a few conditions."

"Why should I trust you?" Bill asked back.

He did not reject the other party for his advice. The so-called help that did not have any benefits was a trap. Instead, it was a straightforward and straightforward way like Tang Dao, which made him even more accepting.

Tang Dao supported the table with both hands and stared at Bill with his eyes, and the latter looked at each other without being outdone.

"I'm sorry, in Somalia, I have the final say!"

Of course, this bragging element is included, but you have to show confidence in men and let others believe naturally. Sometimes you have nothing to do with money and power. For example, a husband named Ma after the millennium is very confident. At any time, you can see his eyes full of fighting spirit.

"You should know that the one who kidnapped your son was Luke Majaro, the warlord of BlackRock City. I happened to have business dealings with him, so he would still give me this thin face." Tang Dao said with a smile.

Of course, this is half true and half false. Do you think the other party can let go of someone with a word from a few tens of millions of ransoms?

Anyone who is involved in money has to break up.

What he prepared was to suppress people with power!

Luke and Marjaro couldn't stand it, so the opponent could only send Alex back obediently.

"What do you want?" Bill looked at Tang Dao deeply. The other party's confidence allowed him to see when he was young. At that time, he called this confidence, and now it was called ambition!

"My request is actually very simple. I lack directors in the savior company. I hope Mr. Bill can invest in us. I am willing to sell 3% of the shares, 5 million US dollars, only dividend rights, no advice rights."

What Tang Dao wants is very simple.

He wants to establish a relationship with South Africa's second largest jewelry billionaire, the third shareholder of Mitchum Military Industry.

That's all.

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Chapter completed!