Somalia, Mogadishu.

This North African "oil barrel" center has been very strangely quiet these two days.

Residents haven't heard gunshots for a long time, and this comfortable life makes people feel luxurious.

Of course, there are also people who try to provoke Tang Dao's decision, and he doesn't need to take action at all. General Hassan can completely suppress the other party.

In the "October 21" square in Mogadishu, it was full of solemnity. Even the floor was washed with water several times. There was a coffin in the huge mourning hall. John lay quietly in it, making people pay tribute. The sky was drizzling lightly, and the sky was covered with dark clouds. The whole atmosphere made people feel Asian from the beginning. The pastor invited from South Africa was still trembling all over, and his eyes were not sure where they were floating.

The entire square was full of men in suits with flowers on their chests. On the commanding heights in the distance, there were heavy machine guns and snipers, which were displayed without any concealment, as if warning some brave people not to come to Mogadishu today.

About 9:00 am.

Guests appeared one after another, but the order of the scene was still orderly.

Mister and the little angel, who are in charge of security, have been preparing here for a long time.

At 9:14, a special vehicle with a special license plate slowly drove down. Tang Dao, wearing a white suit, walked down with a cold expression. Behind him was Clemens from South Africa and Holden who rushed over from Boston. This was Charlie's deputy and one of the outstanding young people in his family, he was sent to attend this memorial service.

Horton actually refused very much, and he couldn't understand why Nicholas wanted to hold such a memorial service. Isn't this another stab in the chest of those people in Miami? Horton felt that this was unnecessary and completely a foolish move, but Charlie valued him the most was that although I felt uncomfortable, I didn't say it, and I came with my ears and didn't express any opinions.

This kind of person is also a fox!

In order to ensure the safety of the venue, Hassan sent one hundred of the most elite guards. They were not holding Russian weapons, but German-made Hekler Koch G41 automatic rifle, and their equipment also included daggers, pistols, grenades, bulletproof vests, etc. The whole set costs about 800 US dollars. Hassan planned to forge a 500 guard. In this way, the cost was 400,000 US dollars, which could completely regain a "mob" of more than 2,000 people.

Tang Dao's company did him a favor at this time. They contacted Hekler Koch and paid in full to purchase a batch of weapons and gave them to Hassan to show the friendship (interest) between the two parties.

Instructors from the protective umbrella were also sent to teach them some basic combat qualities and close combat skills.

At least in this generation, this is a powerful general.

"Boss." Little Ma Ge trotted over, "The big guys are here."

Tang Dao nodded, looked at his watch, and walked towards the mourning hall. Brother Ma took Yushan, the bodyguard next to him, and personally held an umbrella for him. The little raindrop slid into a water droplet on the suit, falling to his feet, splashing waves. He was in his right hand in his pocket, and his straight tie made him look particularly tall, especially with more than a dozen people following him.

Typical black club!

Tang Dao has gathered a certain amount of energy, and he wants to make people understand at this memorial service.

I have to share the cake too!

"Is this Nicholas?" someone asked in a low voice.

"The Somalia Eagle, my friend in Miami said that Michelle once said that Napoleonian greed, but also had a respectable decision."

"God told me that something must have happened today."

“Is God your father?”

...

As Tang Dao walked to the first row, these noises gradually became smaller and less.

The pastor invited also worked as a part-time host. He said a few simple words above, mainly because the bosses below were too imposing, and if they said too much, it is easy to make mistakes.

"This host is good. I will look for him next time I have the chance." Tang Dao tilted his head and said to Brother Ma. The main reason is that he fell in love with the other party's professional ethics that although he was afraid, he still kept talking smoothly. But this is not the case in Brother Ma's ears. John died and called the priest. Who did he die next time?

At this moment, the priest asked Tang Dao to speak on the stage.

Brother Ma hurriedly greeted several bodyguards to follow behind.

Tang Dao, wearing a straight suit, looked particularly tall. He patted the microphone with his palm, making a dull sound, and his eyes swept across everyone, "Thank you all for coming to Mogadishu for sending my dearest friend, John Kansburg to the glory of the Lord. He is the noblest person I have ever seen. He is free from the low interest and is also the best believer of the Lord on earth..."

Tang Dao said on it, and everyone below was sitting.

Some of them act better, and even have a gloomy and solemn expression to express their grief towards the deceased.

And more people look towards another corner.

There sat Wood and others, the spokesperson of the Miami Consortium.

In addition to Wood, there are several representatives selected by several other bigwigs, all of whom were younger generations, and they were asked to come out to see the scene.

The faces of several people were very calm, and there was no change in the whispers of others. They held their hands and looked at Tang Dao standing in front of them, just like they were attending an ordinary concert, which made people who wanted to watch the fun boring.

But after all, Tang Dao is a topic maker.

He suddenly changed his subject, "Of course, I have already solved the murderer who killed my brother. I plan to tie his body to the city walls of Somalia!" Tang Dao raised his fist and angrily scolded, "Used to protest illegal and disgusting means!"

The faces of the small group of Miami were suddenly very ugly. Several people wanted to stand up, but Wood whispered, "Sit down."

"Farke, even if Jeremy Beverly is wrong, he is dead. What does this damn Asian want to do?"

"I said sit down!" Wood's voice rose. "Before I came, I was the head of the delegation. If you want to go back and get me into Siberia to get the elevator, or die in Somalia, you can stand up."

When several people were shocked by his words, they lowered their heads and closed their mouths and stopped talking.

This is not Miami.

Tang Dao glanced at Wood meaningfully. Michelle's son was much smarter than Grace's "son" and was cautious, so that he could live long. Wood was a wise man.

The person who jumped too much had already died.

It seems that I need to have the opportunity to talk about cooperation.

If you are poor, you will develop together, and if you are rich, you will develop together since ancient times.

Tang Dao is also a thief in this routine.

He didn't say much, and after about three or four minutes, he stepped down. The subsequent series of processes depended on the priest. At about 10:10, Don Dao, Mister, Cherkovso, Clemens, Holden and Osborn! These people were responsible for carrying the coffin.

John should have died without regrets.

The low music accompanied by the sound of raindrops, and the group carried the black coffin and sent him to the cemetery specially divided by the company headquarters.

The guests followed behind consciously, and the crowd was shocking!

This scene was photographed by a reporter hiding in the bedroom of a small building on the first floor. This was a blond female reporter, but perhaps the long-term work nature made her eye sockets shrink and her disheveled face, but she couldn't hide her excitement in her eyes.

The reason why she could escape the alert was entirely because she had been in this room for three days.

Three days ago, she heard from a very accidental news that Mogadishu was going to hold a memorial service. Her professionalism made her think that something big would happen, so she ignored the opposition of other staff members and hid in in advance with a few compressed biscuits and a small camera. She believed that such memorial service would definitely not be interviewed.

Sure enough, everything was the same as she thought.

Other reporters asked for an interview but were rejected. A few of them were not obedient, and they were scared by Hassan and they all became well-behaved.

"Come on, baby, let the world see who you are." She put the camera closer and looked at Tang Dao. The man's side face also had a particularly mature smell, especially the domineering look. As long as she was a woman, she might fall.

He walked in front, and the people following him entrusted him with greater responsibilities.

The female reporter promised that this will definitely make more people crazy when sent out. This man will definitely become one of the men most wanted to go to in the United States and even the world. She dared not show up and could only open the curtains, but she completely forgot that the camera's lens reflects, and the sniper on the tall building opposite could see clearly.

This incident didn't make it so much that the funeral was interrupted, it was just two choices.

Shoot or shoot!

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Chapter completed!