Jacks is always a young man!

After being criticized by Robert, he could still stand up. He was half a head taller than the other party and grabbed him with one hand.

This kind of action is very provocative. (Don't learn it, I am not responsible for being beaten to death.)

Robert swung his left hand hard, knocked off his hand, raised his foot and kicked Jacks in the stomach. The latter staggered two steps, stood firm, picked up the chair and smashed it over.

The bartender inside heard the movement and was about to rush out to take a look. As soon as he stepped out of the small room, he saw three or four big men coming out of nowhere and wanted to go up to help. At this time, two white men dressed as bodyguards ran up from the entrance of the stairs, holding guns in their hands. The bartender was so scared that he got in and shrank his head.

"stop!"

What followed was naturally the umbrella employee. How could they let each other go? They simply pulled their guns and said sternly.

Jacks' bodyguard stopped, but it was still very dishonest. Someone sneaked away from him, carefully lifted his clothes, took out his gun, and shot at the employee.

Bang…

This technique is not very good, and I didn't hit it, but it was like a slogan, and the two sides were fighting together.

The bullets were flying around the top of the forehead, and the bartender hiding inside was so scared that he covered his ears and poured himself a bottle of vodka.

After all, Robert was a little better. Jacks was not ruthless enough, so he didn't look like the former. His knees were specifically directed to the abdomen, crotch, and ribs. He pressed the other party to the ground in about two minutes.

"How dare you do it first?"

Robert felt the salty smell in his mouth, and he was so angry that he saw a little bloody smell in his saliva, which made him even more upset. He stepped on the other party's hand and twisted his toes hard. The other party screamed in pain, and grabbed Jacks' hair, "Tell me, who are you? The old ghost Bisley dared not talk to me like this. He took my money and wanted me to compensate me?"

The more he thinks, the more angry he becomes. The most important thing is that if the boss knows that he is not doing well, he will definitely doubt his abilities in his heart. How can he not make Robert angry?

He pulled Jacks and came to the railing on the roof, pressed his head and stretched out, making a gesture to throw him down. The former collapsed instantly. He pulled the railing tightly and looked down, and was so scared that he screamed heart-wrenchingly.

"Tell me? What do you say about my money?" Robert shouted.

"I'll give it, I'll give it."

"Then call them and ask them to wash out the money. If they dare to do anything, I will kill you and then kill the old ghost of Bislim."

He has learned his cleverness now and brought him his cell phone. Jacks trembled and pressed a number. After the other party answered, he held it with both hands and shouted, "Bastard, it's me, I'll make money!"

Moscow, Berger Manor.

Beasley squinted his eyes, laying on the Grand Master's chair, holding a white Garfield in his arms, sitting by the floor-to-ceiling window, facing the floor-to-ceiling window in front, and seeing a crocodile churning in it, he rubbed the cat and closed his eyes.

"Meow~" Garfield in his arms suddenly shouted, and he slowly opened his eyes, and the door behind him was pushed open in a low voice.

"Boss, Kiev has called."

The butler walked in and said softly, but Yu Guang glanced at Beasley, "Mr. Jacks' mission has been completed." After hearing this, the latter showed a satisfied smile on his lips, and he responded. He was still very satisfied with his son. Although he was impulsive in small matters, he was not vague in big matters. He graduated from Yale University and a top student in the financial industry. He was old and intended to let the other party take over him. But Beasley suddenly found that the butler looked indescribable, frowned slightly, and his heart sank, "Is something happened?"

"Master Jacks and Wien had a conflict and entered the hospital."

Biss opened his eyes with his strength, and felt the corners of his eyes were tearing and his face looked ugly, but as a boss, he understood very early that whoever calmed down first would be the winner.

“How is the situation?”

"The eyes are cracked and internal organs are damaged, and they need to be hospitalized." The housekeeper said truthfully.

Beasley took a deep breath, touched the Garfield, stroked it from his head, stood up, grabbed it, and threw it towards the crocodile pond. The crocodiles that were often raised with blood and flesh all jumped up when they smelled the fishy smell, and opened their bloody mouths to bite the Garfield.

The butler sighed. The manor wasted cats.

"Prepare a plane ticket to Kiev for me, and be sure to find out who this Vinn Rooney is! Follow his overseas account to find it." Beasley was really angry.

"Yes, boss." The housekeeper replied, looking at the crocodile pond, and looking for someone to clean it.

...

Asmara!

Lloyd's death cannot be hidden.

In other words, MacArthur did not intend to hide at all, including the savior company's acquisition of 40 million air defense orders was also circulating among all the arms dealers.

Mainly, these two things are too big. A keen person knows that Lloyd is actually just the spokesperson of certain forces. Now that he is dead, maybe there is a gap in the West African market, which is very suitable to enter at this time. As for asking Lloyd for an explanation? Don't joke, dead people in this world are never worth the money.

They are not stupid!

On the contrary, there are smarter people.

"You mean, are you planning to divide the Eritrea aircraft market with me?" Tang Dao crossed his legs, held a cup of instant coffee, frowned, and looked at the Georgian Alexe in front of him. The arms dealer who was criticized by MacArthur in the conference room before. He was the same as Tang Dao's channels, all of which were purchased from the Soviet Union.

"Yes."

Alexei was obviously nervous. He rubbed his hands, swallowed, and nodded, "I am the agent of the Georgian military!"

The news was shocking.

It's really surprising.

It should be noted that Georgia protested in 1989 that it was suppressed by the Soviet Minister of Defense Marshal Yazov. Finally, the Soviet Union collapsed in 1991, and the Georgian country was truly independent. The first president, street politician Gamsakhurtia, was quickly overthrown by the coup and entered a civil war. Later, the former Soviet Union Foreign Minister, Silver Fox Shevaldnaze, was invited to come out to achieve national reconciliation.

This little brother was very stupid. He was played around by Ying Jiang's "far-to-fighting and near attacks". He didn't know that he was by Mao Xiong's side. Of course, he was pressed on the ground and beaten up, and left in a suffocating manner.

But although Georgia was disobedient and separated, there were still many people in the family who had crisscrossed relationships, which means that Alexei wanted to get some Soviet weapons, especially at this point.

"MacArthur has looked for me, he wants to get some female deer helicopters from me, but he wants to pay in installments."

"Installation payment?" Tang Dao smiled, "Does he want to be a loser?"

"So, I refused, but I think he will definitely look for others, but they don't have the Soviet Union's channels. Now they want to find it, it's too late. There are only two of us in Eritrea, and we will take this order together."

Alexei became more and more excited when he spoke, and sat in his right hand with a gesture of holding his hand.

"Then what benefits can I get?"

"What...what?" The Georgian was stunned when he heard this.

Tang Dao put his legs crossed, "I said, what benefits can I get."

"We can share this order in half."

The former stretched out his finger and shook it, "No, this is just your request, not my idea. Let me tell you this way, even without you, I can take this order, and you plan to join us now, just want me to give you a benefit, so what can you bring to me?"

This revolving statement made Alexe's head unable to keep up. He covered his forehead and slowed down for a while before he could figure it out that the Asian man on the other side wanted two benefits!

A bitch!

So greedy.

His face suddenly showed resentment, but he looked at Mister and others standing behind him, and still put down his pinched fists.

Violence cannot solve any problem.

"What do you want?" Alexe asked with a fire.

"Don't get angry." Tang Dao looked at the other party's expression, pressed his hands, signaled him to relieve the fire, pulled out a cigarette from the table, put it in his mouth, lit the fire, took a suck, and then said, "You are planning to give up in the market in West Africa?"

"Uh..." Alexe looked puzzled.

"Lloyd is dead, and no one in West Africa is in charge of the company. You don't want to take a bite in such a big market? I mean, you set up a company, we work together to occupy West Africa, and then develop towards South Africa and East Africa. Will you still care about Eritrea's small cake?" Tang Dao seemed to be possessed at this moment. He had studied the growth process of successful people. Not to mention anything else, the most powerful thing is to fool them. For example, he knew that there was a man named Ma who later relied on his mouth and asked an elite Wall Street to resign and run errands for him.

This is the ability!

Which ambitious person can bear the cake you spend so that the other party can smell the fragrance?

Tang Dao's entire "African cake" obviously shocked Alexei. He frowned and thought about it. He found that this was very feasible, but what he didn't believe was that the Asian in front of him would be so kind and take him with him. He looked up and down with his eyes full of doubt.

"Don't look at me like this, Mr. Alexei. I just want to make friends. Moreover, the African market is too big and I can't eat it alone. I think you are a very good partner and we can cooperate very happily." Tang Dao spread his hands and held the cigarette in his mouth, and said in a muffled voice.

Go fucking!

If you hadn't had a Georgian background, you could have carried it for me, and I'd have taken you to play with you.

Lloyd was the French agent after all, and he killed him himself. This face was considered to be taken off. If the Gaul rooster was timid, just change it. If he was not timid, he would inevitably give Tang Dao some color.

At this time, take Georgia with you, and the sky falls, and there are always tall people holding you.
Chapter completed!