"We have always been welcome to friends. If we use a shotgun, we will not be on our own land."

Jack Kennedy is not bad. The blood of a politician is flowing in his blood. This is very official, but it has to be convinced. Jeremy.

Beverry looked at Grace. Although the old guy had a hot personality, he still had this basic IQ and judgment. He frowned and nodded slightly.

He didn't really believe that at the key points of negotiations, they would use this method to solve the problem.

This is simply no benefit.

Of course, the most important thing is that the Boston Consortium is stronger than Miami, so they can calm down and think. When the weak explain to the strong, the strong are more considering how to annex the other party at this time.

If you have a big fist, you can reason!

In the slightly depressing atmosphere of the ward, Tang Dao pushed the door and looked at the crowded people standing inside. He waved to several bodyguards and signaled that they would wait outside, and walked in with the little angel and Little Ma Brother.

Jack Kennedy gave him a helpless look, Jeremy.

Bevery uses a complex, scrutiny, and even at the end it is full of serious expressions, while Grace is much simpler. The old man feels uncomfortable when he speaks, as ugly as a carpenter is sawing wood with a saw.

"Mr. Nicholas? Isn't it a pity?"

Tang Dao raised his brows, raised his lips, and his hands were still stuck in his pocket. The other party looked indifferent and sarcastic, "Mr. Jeremy Bevery, what kind of hatred does it mean that people will chase after you hundreds of kilometers and still send you bullets? But don't worry, with us here, there are not many blind people who dare to touch you again in Boston."

No matter who sent him.

Anyway, Tang Dao cannot lose the game he wants now!

Do you think the negotiation is just to end the cup of coffee with each other? John's death is always a knot for Tang Dao, Jeremy.

Beverly was just frightened, that's all.

Grace could not have imagined that this Asian man looked not gentle at all, and he was aggressive and had no gentlemanly demeanor.

Don't you know how to take care of the old man?

It’s also Tang Dao who doesn’t know how to read minds. If he can, he will definitely say, “Take care for nmb!”

Jack Kennedy found that the atmosphere between the two sides became stiff, and quickly stood in the middle and became a peacemaker. He gently pushed Tang Dao down and signaled him to say less, while he looked at Jeremy himself.

Beverly, then looked at the old man with a smile on his face.

"Mr. Grace, don't worry, this happened in Boston. We will definitely give you an answer. You can just be responsible for recuperating your injuries. If you have any needs, you can tell Bates and he will contact me."

Bates is the head of this hospital.

They just work for the rich.

Jack Kennedy also felt that putting Tang Dao here would make the atmosphere between the two sides more and more awkward. After chatting for a few words, he pulled him away. As soon as the door behind him closed, the smile on his face suddenly calmed down and lowered his voice, "Hey, man, why are you going to stimulate them?"

"It's already good that I didn't laugh out loud." Tang Dao shrugged, "You don't know that he was lying on the hospital bed like a money-making ** lying openly!"

Jack Kennedy put his hands in his pocket and his eyebrows were clustered together.

He could hear the dissatisfaction and resentment in Tang Dao's tone, but he really couldn't understand why it would be like this if it was just a business matter? Competition does not hinder cooperation, isn't it?

"They killed my best brother." Tang Dao suddenly spoke, which made Jack Kennedy stunned. As soon as he was about to speak, he heard him say, "Don't talk first. When I finish speaking, maybe when you think everyone is valuable, capital thinks so, but only I know, when I hold instant noodles for the first pot of gold, who is by my side, not a woman or a money, but my friend. I believe in you and respect you, so that I won't kill him, otherwise, when Jeremy Beverly, the dog, had already put a bomb on his plane."

Tang Dao admitted that he was a businessman, but he was unwilling to admit that he was a man dominated by US dollars!

Jack Kennedy stared at him, half opened his mouth and sighed.

"The Boston Consortium will not interfere with your matters too much. We are just chaebols and just want to make money. We are friends. I also advise you that FBI's eyes will always be staring at this sky."

"But there will always be the day when your eyes are blind, right?"

Tang Dao was as stubborn as a cow, and even patted Jack's dust that did not exist on his shoulder, "Don't worry, I won't make you uncomfortable."

In the ward, Grace's right eyebrow kept jumping, "Tomorrow, you will go back to Miami."

Jeremy.

Bevery looked at him in surprise, "Go back? Do you think Nicholas will do to us?"

"I can't guarantee it, but this is not Miami after all. This is his territory. Do you want to put your life here? I'm here, they dare not do anything to me, but you are different, do you understand?"

What Grace saw from Tang Dao's eyes was aggression and a strong disdain!

That kind of arrogance and confidence engraved in the bones will not be hidden.

Jeremy.

Beverry doesn't want to leave, he has a killer weapon. As long as he gets that thing, he will definitely let Tang Dao go to jail for life, but he doesn't plan to tell Grace about this news. He will inevitably have a bit of conservative thoughts when he is old.

But he doesn't want to be trapped in Miami anymore. There are too many people who want this Asian business!

...

Somalia, Mogadishu, thesavior headquarters building.

Africa at night is always accompanied by the roar of wild beasts, the unknown fear in the Sahara Desert and the myths and legends that are almost realistic can always give people a sense of mysterious fear.

So much so that Africans' nightlife may just produce more labor.

In the darkness, a few shadows followed the wall, and then they familiarly avoided the surveillance and got into the office building. But within a few minutes, a sudden and rapid alarm sounded. The figures ran out in panic. At this time, an off-road vehicle was picking them up, jumped into the car, and kicked the accelerator and ran out towards the iron gate!

"What's going on! What's going on!"

Mister and others who came out wrapped in their coats asked loudly, "Open the light."

As an emergency team, he arrived at the post very quickly. He thought someone had touched it, but who thought he had bumped it out from inside?

"Judge, someone broke into the office but triggered the alarm and ran away!" An employee ran over to report.

Here, he prefers others to call him his nickname.

Mister was furious and broke into the office. What is this for? What is the secret that cannot be told? And he ran away. He suddenly remembered that he had received some strange passwords recently, and that it was definitely someone who was a traitor.

"Squad 1, Squad 2! Come with me." He shouted.

"Judge, the ground sheep is gone!" said Harding, a Frenchman nicknamed "Umbrella", a deputy captain of the first team.

The captain of this first team is Barney Dixon, the Colombian of the French Foreign Legion.

Logically speaking, as the team leader, he had to arrive as soon as the alarm sounded.

But now that I haven't come, Mister immediately understood.

Fuck!

Spies have emerged from the Arctic Fox.

"Chasing me, no matter what, you must catch him." Mister said gritting his teeth.

...

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Chapter completed!