"I have a batch of 7.62mm bullets in my hand, about 200,000 rounds...just $12."

"We want it!"

Before the other party could finish his speech, MacArthur said in a pre-emptive manner. He was too lazy to go against the other party at this price. Of course, if the other party could be satisfied with this, it was obvious that this could not satisfy Alexei's appetite at all. He just sat down and talked with great face, knocked on the table with his right hand, and said to the female secretary, "Madam, give me a cup of coffee, thank you."

The secretary asked the leader for instructions, and the latter nodded before she walked out.

Alecsey kept his eyes on the secretary's back and turned his head, "I just got a message that Mr. Nicholas was injured, and he was seriously injured."

"Huh?" MacArthur panicked, "Wounded?"

Bastard!

I have paid the down payment myself. You can't die. At least there can't be any trouble now. You can die when the goods are out.

Alexe felt that the other party was anxious, and his face tightened, frowned and nodded heavily, "I called him, and it was his employee who answered it. He told me that the injury was very serious and he might have to go to Ethiopia."

"General, have you thought about compensation for him? I heard that Mr. Nicholas has a strong force in Somalia and even maintains close relations with several warlords. If Eritrea wants independence, someone will need to support him..." He stopped at this point, with MacArthur's IQ, he should be able to know the following.

In the 1990s, there was never a peaceful place in Africa. The colonial rule had just ended, and although most of the European forces withdrew from this land, it was an active soil bag in the Third World after all. How much ore was buried under it? Who would have given up like this? Therefore, those garbage still like to point fingers.

If Eritrea turns over, it will involve more benefits.

They definitely want more support.

Somalia is part of what they want to fight for, because he is also in North Africa.

MacArthur whispered, saying that he was scolding himself. Why didn't he expect this? In Asmara's three-point area, these branches made him a little bit big, his brows gradually contracted, and the saliva in his mouth felt bitter. But suddenly he saw Alexei in the aftermath, rubbing his hands on his knees, as if he was not concerned about his own affairs.

"Mr. Alexey, what are you good at?"

"This kind of thing is a problem between the General and Mr. Nicholas, and I'm not good at commenting on it."

The Georgians are playing hard to get, and they also show an expression on their faces that I know but don't say anything. This almost caused MacArthur to be constipated. The facial muscles are rhythmically moving, and they can squeeze out a smile. However, this old face is ugly, but now it is even more cunning. "If you have any good solutions, please tell me, I won't let you do your best in vain."

Alexe's eyes moved, "I'm not asking for any benefit. I just think this is really hard to do, but I think that since Mr. Nicholas is a merchant, what he cares about is nothing more than interests. He came here just to order. If there are some seasonings in this cake, I think he will jump out of the bed, just like a hyena cannot escape the temptation of rotten meat."

After so much trouble, he finally told the matter out.

And MacArthur also thought it made sense. What is the difference between a businessman and a hyena? What is the difference between a carrion and a US dollar?

But he always feels something is wrong?

GL's Grey's life and death are uncertain, and the hotel has not been broken yet. How did Nicholas get injured? None of these seem to make sense, but MacArthur hates trouble and the pressure on his shoulder is too great.

"Then I think I'm going to have a good talk with Mr. Nicholas."

"It should be, this is the best solution."

Lao Hei's face relaxed, "Thank you very much, huh? Why haven't the coffee come yet? I'll go and shout." He stood up and walked out, stood at the door and shouted. Alexey was sitting when he suddenly found a photo on the table. A previous conflict between Lloyd and Tang Dao was photographed. The former's hideous expression could be seen clearly. He looked at MacArthur at the door, reached out and took out the photo, and hid it in his pocket very quickly.

This guy also has a little bit of a problem in his heart.

...

Kyiv!

Robert and his employees were preparing to leave the city. Their mission here had been completed. The remaining 200 million rubles were successfully washed out. Nothing happened in the middle. He thought that Jacks, who had been beaten up, would cause trouble. But after waiting for a few days, he didn't even have a shadow. Instead, Beasley called himself to apologize.

This old man is very hypocritical!

Sitting in the waiting area of ​​the airport, he crossed his legs and took out a chewing gum from his pocket. When he just peeled off the shell and threw it on the ground, Yu Guang felt a figure coming from the side and silently swept the packaging in.

"Huh?" Robert subconsciously raised his head and saw the person, and was surprised, "Yulia?"

The one who swept the floor was the Ukrainian woman I met in the park before. At this time, her face was pale, which was even worse than last time she saw it. The bangs were casually clad, and there was sorrow between her eyebrows. When she heard someone calling her, the latter looked over and opened her mouth, but she didn't know what the name was.

"Robert Lee".

Although he was a little disappointed, Robert still smiled and stretched out his hand. Yulia hesitated and still held it with him.

"Are you working here now?" He began to ask, which made the two employees sitting on the other side look at each other. When is this guy so able to chat? Isn't it boring?

"Well, I've just been in three days." Yulia nodded.

"Then...what are your child?" Robert still remembered that clever child, which made people like him at first sight. He was just a regular question, but who knew that the other party was silent. After a while, he said, "He is at home."

"Are you in some trouble?"

Yulia looked worried, and she looked worried at first glance, and she was embarrassed to be embarrassed, "It's okay, I'm going to work, sir, I wish you a happy journey." She turned around and wanted to leave, but it seemed that the speed was too fast. She shook her feet and staggered to the ground, which shocked Robert, and hurriedly squatted down, supported her, and shouted a few times. The other party didn't respond, as if he had lost consciousness.

"Let's go to the hospital." Robert picked up Yulia and ran outside, just shouting to the employee.

The two employees were stunned and looked at the tickets in their hands. They could fly to Germany for $300.

But I was just stunned for a moment, rolled the air ticket into a ball and threw it into the trash can.

Robert hurriedly followed the elevator to the gate, and there were emergency measures at the airport. When he saw someone unconscious, the doctor ran over and took him to the ambulance.

"It costs $100 to drive here to the hospital." The driver did not forget to remind him, and the doctor and nurse also looked at him.

In Kiev, the doctor industry is just wandering around starving, and does not charge rubles, just US dollars!

"Yes, go to the hospital." Robert took out a few dollars from his pocket and handed them, "Money is not a problem."

"Great! Man, your Brown Bear is ready to take off!"

The driver first took a bottle of wine from the side, tilted his head and fucked halfway, and the gear was hung and the ambulance drifted.
Chapter completed!