Aidid generously gave Tang Dao a deposit of half a year, and suddenly there was another 30,000 US dollars in his account.

As long as you give money, everything is easy to say and you can still smile with you.

But obviously the Somali man was not here. He was about to get up several times. Tang Dao naturally didn't force himself to stay. He deliberately made an excuse to say that he had something to do, and then asked Mister to send the other party away. He stood by the balcony and watched Aidid get into the car. The latter's left leg had just stepped into the car, and then suddenly raised his head and waved his hand at Tang Dao with a smile.

"goodbye." Tang Dao put his left hand in his pocket, raised his right hand and shook it gently, watching the other person's car leave. His smile slightly converged, his eyes slowly and sharply walked back to his position, and picked up the half-piece of the cigar that had not been smoked. "John, how many employees do we have now?"

"There are 271 trainees, 104 regular employees, and 48 elite employees..." Obviously, John is still relatively reliable as the leader of the protective umbrella. At least when the boss needs answers, he doesn't have to turn the roster.

Tang Dao nodded slightly, "All the trainees were dispatched, and the formal employees took out 20 people. Since we have taken the other party's money, of course we have to express it. You said right, these people were scattered to the main streets, and there was also an emergency plan within the protective umbrella to ensure that our employees can arrive and support everything they do."

"By the way! Weapons and equipment don't need to be saved. Each group guarantees a pk heavy machine gun and 3 Rpg!"

Anyway, there is a generous boss in the protective umbrella, and it is also moldy to keep it in the warehouse. He pulled it out and tried the gun first. He didn't believe that under such firepower, who would come over to die without eyes? Anyway, Tang Dao gave John this matter. If he did everything himself, he would be exhausted to death like Zhuge Liang?

"Then book a flight to Kiev, and the personnel are selected from the Arctic Fox and Squad A."

Tang Dao took two chess of the cigar and felt something was wrong. His brows slightly condensed, and he threw it into the ashtray with disgust. He changed his feet and crossed his legs and said, "He always felt that something would happen when he went to Kiev this time. His face was famous in kgB or intelligence agencies in many countries. He was terrible. Who knows if the other party would have any assassination methods?"

After hearing his orders, John nodded to show his understanding and looked at his watch, "Boss, the time for an appointment with Mr. Grant is almost here."

"Then go and see this young lieutenant colonel."

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"Bad bastard! We want food! We want freedom, overthrow the Soviets, and peace and freedom are supreme!"

On the streets of Kiev, a man with gold head was covered in a small inch, with a dog circle around his neck, and a string was written in Russian: "y6epитe3тoтпpokлятыйkommyhи3mи3ykpaиhы! (Let this damn xxism get out of Ukraine!), standing in a pickup truck with claws and roaring, his face pale and ugly.

As he shouted, many young men and women were cheering with their hands raised and even kissing in public.

They use this behavior to "welcome" the etiquette of the Western world.

Even more excessive people turned this into violence. Under the stimulation of alcohol, they beat people who could see everywhere, Ukrainian joints in the dark, screams everywhere, and the rapid alarm ringtones of the explosion-proof troops.

"They are simply crazy!"

Robert, who was standing by the window of the hotel room, muttered solemnly, pulling the curtains hard. He seemed not to want to see such a scene. He turned around and looked at Yulia and his son sitting by the window behind him. The curse came to an abrupt end. Then he shrugged and clapped his hands, "I mean, you can live here, I think, it's safe here."

This hotel was jointly established by several local tycoons in Kiev. There is also some power in Ukraine. Look at the dozens of security guards below, they also have some lethal weapons and even shotguns. These people who are marching without such skills, most of them bully the weak and fear the strong.

Yulia hugged Firmino, touched the latter's cheek, and nodded when she heard this, "Thank you."

Robert smiled and shook his head, "It's okay, it's a slight effort. Our work is like this, helping the needy." He really thinks he is doing charity?

There is no idiot here, but he only found a stupid excuse himself.

Yulia lowered her head. She had a failed marriage. Of course, she understood that men's efforts for women are nothing more than that little thing. Everyone is adults, and if they cover up, they seem to be inferior.

"You have a good rest. I'll go out first. If you have something to do, come and call me next door." Robert felt something was wrong, so he hurriedly said, walking outside like running away. He almost tripped by the carpet cloth at the door. After stabilizing his body, he laughed awkwardly at Yulia, took the door, stood in the corridor, and sighed.

"Hey..." A sudden greeting scared him, and his soul jumped. When he opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the sound, he saw two employees standing not far away with cigarettes in their arms, "Quick gun, are you? Have you failed? Do you want us to help you hard?!"

When chatting with men, the topic is very simple, just talk about women.

Robert raised his middle finger and said the mouth shape was right. This was to greet the other party's family.

"You have been hung up by a woman who has been cut off these days."

"You guys care about me?" Robert glared, not wanting them to say more on this topic, so he changed his mind, "What's going on with the shipyard?"

Speaking of the main business, several people also stopped their hip-hop.

One of the employees said, "I found a local shipyard in Kiev. This shipyard has a history of more than 70 years and is one of the early shipyards in Ukraine. It's just that it's not operating well now and wants to change hands."

3aпo6eдy is translated for victory!

Very characteristic of the old Soviet Union.

In fact, what they didn't know was that this shipyard was once glorious during World War II, and helped the Soviet Union build Katyusha-class submarines. Later, after Hanshu fought to Ukraine during World War II, the shipyard also "rebelled". After the war ended, for some reasons, the factory became a private holding company, which was also scattered with the light of hope.

But in the late 80s, the light became dimmed. The increasingly severe situation made the factory in danger. Orders were cancelled and the boss suddenly died, which was all worse. In the end, the salary was not even afforded. Then several shareholders decided to sell the company. In 1987, the price was 70,000 US dollars!

Who wants it?

Who wants it?

Local merchants can't afford to sell them, and merchants from other countries are not idiots. Who would have thrown out the remaining money just to make a noise?

No one bought this and they had to lower the price. So in four years, they went from 70,000 US dollars to 70,000 US dollars…

"Cough cough... how much do you think it's 70,000?" Robert just took a breath of cigarettes, and was so scared that he coughed violently when he heard the price. He stared at it, and still couldn't believe that the money included the entire shipyard equipment. If it was sold to those third-world countries in need, it would be exchanged for a large sum of money.

"That stupid...where is the seller?"

His excitement almost told the truth.

"I've contacted me and he told me I'll be there in ten minutes." The employee looked at the watch, "I think it should be there."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard Motorola placed between his crotch shock.

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Chapter completed!