Tang Dao never had any intention of letting the tiger go back to the mountain. You either have no grudges with others or you kill him. Not to mention that it is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge. He is a real villain. Waiting for even one minute feels like too long.

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

An order of US$40 million is more important than what the so-called "King of West Africa" ​​wants.

Don't think that because 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 reflector and asked.

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

Asmara pedestrians walking outside looked at the suits thrown out from inside and were all stunned, but then they rushed to grab them.

The little angel sitting in the passenger seat glanced at it and then withdrew his gaze.

What rich people don't care about may be things that poor people need to fight for throughout their lives.

Money is the mainstream!

When MacArthur heard the report from his subordinates, he was reading a book, the ancient Greek writer Aristophanes' novel "The Arkanae". This is an anti-war novel that sounds full of acne. A man is destined to embark on a violent struggle.

What military strategist actually reads this kind of novel?

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

Sure enough, politicians and businessmen are essentially the same.

"You mean, Lloyd was killed by Nicholas?" MacArthur raised a brow, closed the book, crossed his hands and placed them on his hips, looking up at Francisco.

The latter’s scalp was numb…

"Yes, yes!"

"Come here."

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

Francisco moved forward a few steps, but the other party continued to signal him to go over. He could only move forward bravely, when he saw the former standing up suddenly, grabbing his collar, pressing him on the table, and picking up the ashes of his cigarette.

The tank hit him on the head!

This doesn’t hold back at all!

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

Maybe he was tired from beating him, so he threw the ashtray on the ground and let go of Francisco. The latter's eyes were now cracked and his face was covered in blood. He slid down from the table and lay on the ground. If it weren't for his chest still heaving,

Everyone thought he was dead.

"Drag him down."

The members of the purchasing group standing at the door were hairy and they didn't dare to breathe. After MacArthur gave the order, they hurriedly came up and carried the deputy leader away.

MacArthur casually wiped the blood stains on his body a few times, and felt that the depression in his chest was much less. He reopened "The Akana", and the more he read, the more boring he felt. He directly threw the book aside, thinking in his heart

Unable to calm down, I rubbed my face vigorously, my eyes were a little red, and I couldn't help but punch the table.

"Fake!"

He finally couldn't control the anger in his heart. Of course he knew what Tang Dao did.

A provocation!

I just asked him how many helicopters Lloyd could exchange for, and he killed the latter before leaving. Such an aboveboard attack made it impossible for him to step down. He knew that Lloyd would die, but... could you leave some space for me?

A face?

But you can't do anything to the other party. The most important thing is that there is no need to go to war over the dead.

Dead people are worthless.

If he had a conscience, the most he could do was bow to Lloyd and transport his body back to West Africa.

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

The unlucky thing about Francisco Francisco was that he happened to be standing in the office, that's all.

…

Kyiv!

Robert was sitting on a bench, munching on brown bread, with a Pepsi Cola beside him. This was Kiev in Ukraine, while an employee was sitting on a lounge chair in the distance with a newspaper, but his eyes often glanced here.

With.

Just when he was enjoying the meal, something seemed to cover his eyes, blocking the sun he was enjoying.

Um?

Robert raised his eyebrows, puffed out his cheeks, and raised his head. He saw a boy in a coat standing in front of him with a side profile. He was carrying a sack. He looked at the Pepsi Cola with longing eyes and swallowed it.

saliva.

"Do you want a drink?"

The boy took half a step back, 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." Unexpectedly, the latter just shook his head and pointed at himself.

Sack, then pointed at the Coke.

He stretched his neck and took a look. The sack was full of garbage, bottles, torn clothes, etc.

But the boy didn't look like a beggar, and the clothes he wore were very clean.

Just when Robert was confused, he heard an anxious shout, "Firmino." Looking in the direction of the sound, a young woman about 1.7 meters tall put down a big bag and ran over.

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

"Why did you run so far?" The woman hugged the other person and let out a long sigh of relief, but she felt someone looking at her from the side. She turned her head and looked at Robert, "I'm sorry, sir, my child is disturbing me.

It’s your turn.”

Robert felt that the woman in front of him was particularly eye-catching. She had a pair of melancholy eyes above the tall bridge of her nose. It seemed that with just one glance, people could see her inner disappointment with this century. When he heard the other party's apology, Mr. Quick Gun was obviously at a loss and took the photo.

He moved his hands and then spread them out, "No...it's okay."

The woman pursed her lips and chuckled, touched her son's head, "Pick up the bag, let's go home." After saying that, she turned around and left.

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

"Yulia."

The woman turned around, a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes, but she still told him her name, then carried the bag with great difficulty and left. This thin back looked very distressing.

After the other party walked away, Robert withdrew his gaze, sat back on the chair, held the cup of Pepsi and smiled.

After sitting for about half an hour, he stood up looking at his watch, put his hands in the pockets of his brown coat, put on his hat, and walked out of the park. Opposite the park there was a small outdoor cafe on the second floor. This name

It also sounds a bit nice: "закат"

When he walked in, it was no different from any other coffee shop. If I really wanted to say it, it was... the flag of Eagle Sauce was hung blatantly on the other side's wall.

"Sir...need it." As soon as the bartender opened his mouth, Robert raised his hand, "I've made an appointment."

After saying that, he walked straight towards the floor-to-ceiling window. There were four or five tables outside. Logically speaking, no one should be outside in this damn weather, but there was actually a man sitting with his legs crossed. After hearing the noise,

Just turned his head.

Very comely!

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

"Mr. Wayne Rooney?"

The other party didn't stand up, but just pointed to the opposite side and said, "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 still hundreds of millions of rupees that naturally need to be taken care of by someone. Do you think you won’t give up the money?

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

son?

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

"My father asked me to ask you why you killed the big snake." Jacks was not afraid of the same criticism.

The two people looked at each other, and then Robert also laughed and stood up, "Well, let's wait and collect the bodies for your people in the Ukrainian base."

He is too lazy to talk nonsense!

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

Jacks frowned. He felt that the other party was completely unreasonable. When we sit down and talk, shouldn't we be calm? If we don't agree, we will start a war?

Although we are not afraid of the other party, but... the situation is not right now. Many eyes are staring at their money laundering business. Beasley has received notices from several big bosses. Now it is a very tense and critical moment, asking him to keep people under control.

point.
To be continued...