Tang Dao weighs 176 pounds, close to 80kg, but he has a large skeleton and strong muscles. He stepped on Wang Liangzhi's back with one foot, and his bones were screaming.

John covered his mouth tightly so that the sound would not disturb unnecessary trouble.

"You steal my stuff?"

Tang Daoxue narrowed his eyes, inserted his pocket, looked at him half-bently, took the pistol from the employee's hand, took the magazine out of his pocket, took out the 7.62mm bullet, pressed it into the magazine, pushed the bullet into it, opened the insurance, and pressed it on Wang Liangzhi's forehead, "What I hate the most is people with unclean hands and feet."

Wang Liangzhi's pupils shrank slightly, his whole body was trembling slightly, and his eyes were begging.

He was scared...

Especially when the gun was staring at the head, the coldness coming from above pierced the forehead and the soul was trembling.

Tang Dao pulled the trigger, Wang Liangzhi closed his eyes hard, but he heard the sound of "po..." and then the former's teasing voice came, "You are lucky, the first shot is empty, but I just want to know how many times you can get?"

Crashed!

Wang Liangzhi finally collapsed and cried. He was already very capable of not being scared on the spot.

Who can say that he is stared at by a gun and is indifferent?

Are you betting that there are no bullets in my gun?

At this time, the Mogadishu businessman outside was also caught, wearing a black robe and a long beard. He was dragged in by someone. He looked at Tang Dao with fear on his face, and changed to English in Arabic. It meant that he was just a buyer, or he paid the money, and he also expressed his willingness to make up for the difference by himself.

"You dare to ask for my dirty goods. If you fuck him, this... I want him to have one hand and one foot!" Tang Dao was too lazy to say much in the end. Tang Dao was already very polite. The main reason was that Wang Liangzhi was from Hayward, otherwise he would have hung up long ago.

Compatriots?

Many people cheated their compatriots outside. When Tang Dao was still in school at Stanford, he went to welcome the new year and saw several Chinese students. Although he was Chinese, he was very enthusiastic. But the other party cheated him and used his reputation to make the girl at school. He even made a French girl big belly. He ran away, and Tang Dao took the blame.

So, sometimes, what you think is close to is nothing more than a mob!

There is never any close relationship or distant life in adults, only the slightest interests of the people.

Seeing that Tang Dao didn't say he wanted to kill him, Wang Liangzhi breathed a sigh of relief and sat on the ground. John took a dagger and pierced his palm ruthlessly, nailed it to the ground. He screamed in pain, heartbreaking, scaring the businessman to the face pale. Even other employees had slightly convulsed their eyes and lowered their heads.

Before the merchant could react, Pierce shot his forehead from behind and bloomed.

Why doesn’t Tang Dao mean to kill a chicken to warn the monkey?

He could also feel that many employees had other thoughts, and that was to tell them,

What I give you is yours. If I don’t give you, you can’t ask for it!

Tang Dao turned around and left, leaving only the screams behind him.

The next day.

Guo Ziyi and others got up early to work, but he found that Xiao Wang's bed outside was empty?

"Did you see Xiao Wang?" He asked at the surrounding workers in confusion, "Xiao Cha, have you seen it?"

A young man holding his pants rubbed his eyes, tied his belt, and said, "I haven't seen him before, he should go to the toilet." He bent down and pulled out the basin from under the bed, carried it out and walked out. As soon as he pushed open the door, he was shocked. He didn't even stand firmly, and the basin fell to the ground all of a sudden.

"Xiao Li? What's wrong with you?"

"Little...Little King!"

A group of people poked their heads out in confusion and saw Wang Liangzhi lying on the ground, his hands wrapped in gauze, covered in blood.

Guo Ziyi stared at her and ran out quickly, carefully turning him over. The other party should have lost too much blood and his face was pale, "Hurry! Call the doctor!"

…

"You mean, Eritrea needs a batch of arms?" Tang Dao held the microphone in his left hand and a pen in his right hand, drawing on blank paper. He raised his voice, his eyes trembled, and became interested, "Are these bitchers finally going to war with Ethiopia?"

Tang Dao still has a little understanding of the grievances and hatreds of these two countries.

In December 1950, the United Nations passed a resolution, deciding that Eritrea, as an autonomous body, would form a federation with Ethiopia, allowing Eritrea to have its own constitution, parliament and independent government.

In 1952, the Federation was established and Eritrea formed a local government.

In 1962, Ethiopian Emperor Haier Selasi forced the abolition of the federal system and merged Eritrea into an Ethiopian province. The Eritrea people had long fought for Ethiopian independence.

The two sides fought fiercely for the border war. Although Ethiopia claims to be in the north: "Two Bears!", Ethiopia is not a vegetarian, mainly Tigrinians and Tigreys. These two races are famous for fighting and have sent troops to help the rebels coup in hopes of gaining Eritrea's autonomy.

But then the new government came to power and threw them away, not admitting that there was such a problem.

Isn’t this killing the donkey?

The hot-tempered Eritreans are going to fuck these bastards.

"Is this matter reliable?" Tang Dao said again and again.

"Of course, sir, this is no joke, and I heard that they have prepared 700 million US dollars!" The man opposite said mysteriously.

$700 million?!

You should know that Eritrea mainly uses rain-raising agriculture, with 80% of the population engaged in agriculture and animal husbandry. It has backward production and a bumper grain self-sufficiency rate of only 60% to 70%. It is one of the least developed regions in the world.

"Where did they get so much money?"

"The money was paid by Anglo American plc for them, but they paid 45% of the mining rights of all minerals in the region."

Tang Dao suddenly realized that, sure enough, there was capital intervention behind this, otherwise where would those poor people come from so generous?

And he is sure that if the news spreads, large-scale companies like Boeing or Thor will not intervene, because they are playing high-tech, and those old men don’t understand it either, but some gun military factories still hope to get a share of the pie.

"Okay, do you have their phone number?"

"Of course, I have to add more money, $20,000 to sell it to you."

The opposite side is familiar with each other, and Tang Dao has not bargained. It costs 20,000 US dollars per call, which is a bit scary, but after all, this is in the hands of others. If you want it, you have to pay a price.

"Thank you for your news, I will have someone throw money into your account."

"Thank you, may God bless you sir, you are a good person." The other party said a lot of nonsense before he died.

This is a North African intelligence leader. The two have worked together many times, and the charges are a bit expensive.

The most important thing is that this guy is very mysterious. When you ask him what his name is, he just tells you to call him: "Cross!"

What a windy nickname.

But his information is still very reliable.

A business worth $700 million.

Of course, Tang Dao wanted to get involved. The most important thing was that although the civil war in Somalia, it seemed that everyone had learned their lessons during this period. The most important thing was that Edid scared them and raided the city of BlackRoy Devin. Luke Majaro was shot dead on the spot by a sniper, especially many people similar to mercenaries appeared, which made everyone scold him secretly and ask for help.

It even had the intention of forming an alliance to fight him.

Who is Aidid? He is proud and arrogant, and sooner or later he will suffer. Tang Dao is waiting for an opportunity. When a group of people beat up this grandson, he can't stand it, and then he must find external forces. That's when Tang Dao starts to ask for a price.

Now wait for a balance to be broken, and at this time, it is just right to do business unexpectedly.

"cherub (little angel)" Tang Dao shouted outside, and the "little short" who was a personal bodyguard walked in, "Boss."

"Go and call all the management of the company over here, I'm going to have a meeting."

Cherub's face turned slouched. This seems to be the first time the boss has opened a management memory. Is there something big of a deal?

He nodded and ran to inform.

When I heard that it was the boss looking for him, Pierce, John, Jin Shield and others on the training ground were all present. Except for Robert, he was considered the senior executives in the company...

It's so shabby.

Tang Dao is the only one here who has some education, Stanford... drop out!

The others are all illiterate. When can more educated people come in? The more educated people are, the darker they are.

Dongdongdongdongdong.

Tang Dao knocked his finger on the table, attracting everyone's eyes.

"I called you over to inform you about something. I plan to go to Eritrea, where there is a big business. Has Mister not returned yet?"

"He has been notified and he should be here tomorrow," said John.

"Well, Mister took the ten members of the A team with me. During the period when I left, John was responsible for the operation of the entire company. If there is anything that cannot be solved, I will talk about it when I come back." Tang Dao said.

John frowned, "Boss, why don't we just send someone? Do you need to go there yourself?"

"If we win this order, we will not be short of orders in Africa. I have to go by myself."

Who can complete a business worth hundreds of millions of dollars? Tang Dao is not at ease.

After saying that, he handed John a piece of paper with a string of numbers, "This is Robert's number, call him every day, and if something happens, be sure to keep him safe."

Seeing that the boss was very cautious, John nodded solemnly, folded the number and hid it. He was slow and said, "Boss, I have received information and someone is investigating us."

"Who?" Tang Dao asked with a frown.

“eo!”

...

Ibin Barrow was dark and threw the documents in his hand on the table, which read: the    savior!

Bill's business was ruined and even paid the price of an elite team, which made him very upset.

Especially when an unknown "small company" broke in and successfully rescued Alex, it was more like a slap that made him blush and his ears buzzed.

"Savior? Arms merchant? Mercenary?"

Ibin Barrow began to observe this colleague.
Chapter completed!