When Bill saw his son again, it was at the Cape Town Hotel.

After he received the call from Tang Dao, he hurried over with his bodyguards. Before the Rolls-Royce Silver Spirit could stop, he saw a white woman rushing out of the car first. She almost tilted her feet, but the doorman helped.

After giving him a hand, he rushed inside without even having time to say thanks.

Bill also looked anxious, but he was still graceful and walked behind with a cigar under his arm.

After all, a boss must have style.

In the hall, he saw Alex. The woman was holding Alex with scars on his face and was crying and screaming. This attracted the attention of everyone around him and looked at him in confusion.

Bill took a few deep sips of his cigar, looked at Tang Dao standing up from the sand, and extended his hand gratefully, "Thank you very much for your help, Mr. Nicholas."

"This is my sincerity to the cooperation between the two of us. I still have a good reputation in Somalia." Tang Dao pursed his lips and smiled, and said goodbye in a sensible way, "I won't disturb your gathering. There is a lot of business between us.

time."

After saying that, he took the employees and left.

Bill looked back and watched him get on the elevator, thinking deeply, while the woman wiped her tears and said, "Mr. Nicholas is such a good man."

Good guy?

Have you ever seen any good people in arms dealers?

They only have dollars and profits in their eyes.

Bill even felt that the Asian played a certain role in Alex's kidnapping.

But he couldn't say these words. In matters of interest, there is never right or wrong, only time and reward. Bill also felt the increasingly tense and acute situation in Africa. He even felt it within Mitcham Military Industry.

Under pressure, you urgently need a strong external ally to stand on the same front as you.

Even if Nicholas is involved, it can only be said that his ambition is big enough and dark enough.

And Bill is also confident that he can suppress him.

So, he followed his wife's words and said with narrowed eyes, "Yes, he is a good man."

When he walked into the elevator, Tang Dao's smile faded and his facial muscles twitched a little, "How many people died?"

"Three people died, all trainee employees." The employee replied softly next to him.

For three people, according to regulations, that is a humanitarian subsidy of US$60,000.

This made Tang Dao's face relax a little, but he still looked ugly. After the elevator opened, he walked out first and said, "Tell John and the others that all soldiers in the world who want to make money will come to me.

It’s best to be someone who has actual combat experience. No matter which country he is from, don’t bring me any more rubbish.”

If the person killed is a regular employee, just the pension, plus the consumption of weapons and ammunition, etc., it will cost close to one million US dollars in a battle, which would be heartbreaking for Tang Dao.

"besides…"

The employee was about to open the door for him when Tang Dao stopped and turned around with a solemn expression, "Keep an eye on Alex, that little guy won't stay here so honestly."

"Boss, do we still want to be his nanny?"

"Of course not, I just want to say that his father is really rich." Tang Dao said meaningfully, then pressed his hand on the door and pushed it in. The two employees looked at each other in the back, unaware.

Li.

…

Moscow.

The State Bank of the USSR is located on Arbat Street.

This is a very classical European style building, elegant, solemn, but full of decadence.

The flow of people in and out is sparse, and there are even more homeless people lying outside than there are customers inside.

In a Russian restaurant diagonally across the street, three Asians were sitting by the window. They looked like starving ghosts reincarnated, munching on the food. They didn’t even use the utensils and just pressed their faces into it.

One of them stuck out his tongue and licked it.

This made the bearded boss, who weighed 200 kilograms, cling to the counter, with the flesh of his belly resting on it. He stared at them with his eyes fixed on them and held the baseball bat placed under the table in his right hand.

For a while, there were too many people eating Bawang's meal. Whenever these people ran away, he would hit their legs with sticks!

"Damn it, Anzi, you should save some for the eagle! You eat so much by yourself, haven't you had a full meal since you were a child?" Gao Jianguo slapped a man on the left hand side on the back spoon, and the bowl of soup was all full

After being killed by him, he patted his belly and nodded with a simple smile, "Yes, I haven't had a full meal in a long time. Since the army..."

He stopped abruptly mid-sentence, raised his head, and looked at Gao Jianguo cautiously.

The latter did not say a word, but the corners of his mouth drooped slightly, showing that he was feeling very uncomfortable. He touched his pocket, paused, and raised his head, "Do you have any cigarettes?"

Several people looked at each other, but Anzi said softly, "Boss, didn't you say that smoking is harmful to our health and told us not to smoke?"

Gao Jianguo's face darkened, these brothers are too damn stubborn, they won't be able to change this!

Just when he was about to curse in a low voice, the door of the restaurant was opened, and a cold wind blew in, making him tremble with cold. The fat boss started chattering a lot, waving his hands, dissatisfied, as if complaining,

A young man wearing a black jacket and covered with snow ran in. There was a scar on his right cheek, a faint V-shaped wound.

It can be seen that it is very deep!

It was as if he had been stabbed diagonally by a military assassin.

"Eagle, sit down quickly and fill your stomach first." As if he had found a savior, Anzi ran over and helped him pull out the chair politely, with a charming smile on his face, which made the latter confused, "Anzi, you

Did a mule kick your head into pieces?"

"You! Forget it, if I don't tell you, wouldn't I be polite? Since we are going abroad, of course we have to be polite."

Gao Jianguo waved his hands, crossed his hands, looked seriously, and asked nervously, "How is it inside?"

"It's very empty! There aren't many people." Eagle nodded, paused, "You can take action."

"Then do it! After taking this order, brothers go to North America to eat and drink hot food." Gao Jianguo opened the long black bag at his feet, took out four masks from it, and handed it to the others.

Women wear silk stockings and men wear silk stockings. This is a low-profile statement.

And a mask like the one he used...

Five for 10 yuan on the street!

The four people put masks on their heads. The boss was stunned. He didn't know why, but he thought the other party was going to run away. He took out a baseball bat and knocked on the table, shouting in Russian, "Идиoт! Выдolжhы3aплaтитb! (Idiot,

You have to pay!).”

"Fuck you! What kind of bird language are you talking about?"

Gao Jianguo took out a loaded Mossberg M92ooa1 shotgun from his bag, cursed and fired at the counter. Although the boss was fat, his movements were not slow. When he saw something was wrong, he shot under the cabinet.

Oh, that bullet made a hole in the wooden cabinet.

"Anzi, go on!"

He threw the bag to others. There were three 81 guns and four base magazines inside.

Gao Jianguo said hello, and a group of people rushed towards the bank across the street. This... is too high-profile!

It was daytime, and there were people on the street.

The newcomers looked at them dumbfounded as they rushed in, at a loss. Then the boss ran out covered in blood. Although he was hiding behind the counter, he didn't hide away. He staggered twice in fear.

Then he fell to the ground, and enthusiastic people came forward to help him in a panic and called the police.

Gao Jianguo and others rushed in, and the two of them closed the door directly. He took another person, walked in, and fired a shot at the hanging lamp above his head!

boom!

The news was very clear in this bank, and there were only a few people inside.

When they heard the gunfire, they almost turned around. Two security guards rushed out from the security room, holding batons. When they saw the gun in each other's hand, they turned around and wanted to run away. Gao Jianguo fired two cannons in the back, chest

There were bloody holes in them all.

In the 1980s and 1990s, bank or treasury security was one of the jobs with the highest mortality rate.

This era has just experienced many major wars. Those who survived cannot survive without the war!

"Anzi, ask that bitch to fill it with money."

Anzi, who was holding a gun with one hand, stuffed her handbag into the window and pointed the gun at her. She couldn't speak Russian, so she used body language to express herself. I'm afraid no one could understand this, right? The counter staff stared in horror and nodded hurriedly.

"Damn, these girls have really big nostrils." Anzi muttered.

"Hurry up, there are still seven minutes left, we will retreat! No matter how much money we get." Gao Jianguo looked at his old-fashioned Ernest Borel watch, his eyes narrowed and his pupils were very sharp.

They kill without blinking an eye!

Don't stand in the way of my wealth.

The customers inside were holding their heads, but they didn't notice that among them there was a pretty white girl wearing a coat and blond hair. She had a VCR in her arms. They recorded this scene and left a trace of light inside her.

The final swan song of the infantry!

Woo woo woo…

Although the Soviets are withered and this furry bear is rotten all over, but there is a shooting case on an important street, this kind of thing cannot be tolerated by the furry bear. After being the boss all his life, he is about to die. You can't crawl on it either.

Shit on my head.
To be continued...