This news reached the little angel's ears at the first time.

He immediately notified the employees of the building to go over, and he stood on the side intentionally or unintentionally.

You can't shoot now, if you fire it, you can't guarantee safety.

Of course, the little angel also gave the sniper autonomy. As long as you find something wrong, you can shoot directly.

The female reporter kept staring at the camera and didn't hear any footsteps outside the door. She seemed to see the "Plitzer Prize" waving to her.

Bang!

Just when she was still immersed in her own world, the door was kicked open from outside, and several strong men rushed in, holding a pistol, shouting loudly, "Let's go down!"

The female reporter was shocked...

Especially when the gun is pointed at, how many people can maintain the most fundamental calm?

"Gentlemen, this is a camera, I'm a reporter."

She lay down while holding her head as she said. This movement is very familiar. In Somalia, the most important thing you need to understand is how to raise your hands.

Just like mold in the first lesson, their instructors will teach them how to say "I surrender" in Chinese, of course, in the late 1950s war.

…

"It's a reporter." The little angel sitting in the car said to Little Ma Ge. The latter looked like a move, "Do you want to deal with it completely?"

“That’s a little tricky.”

"Then let's put her off after the matter is over, but check the things in the camera clearly and cannot be taken out." Little Ma Ge pondered for a while and suggested.

The little angel also thinks this proposal is pretty good. Unless you do a good job of a journalist, don’t let someone catch a handle, otherwise there will be countless businessmen who will fall due to public opinion exposure, and even if the leader of the Eagle Sauce gets into trouble, his pants will be covered with shit.

"When the funeral is over, I will have someone let him go," said the little angel.

Brother Ma nodded slightly. Such a small thing doesn’t need to be told to the boss at all, and he can solve it by himself.

The convoy of sent-off cars was driving on the road in Mogadishu. The roofs on both sides were filled with guarded soldiers, and the rest of the people had long been removed. Of course, the Savior paid about 300,000 US dollars for this, but it was basically safe and no one could sneak in.

Tang Dao didn't want this memorial service to turn into a carnival for the attackers.

About forty minutes later, the convoy arrived at the headquarters of Mogadishu and had already dug a pit. When the coffin was put down, the invited pastor prayed next to him, and the choir prayer was played in the sound, hoping that John's soul would be loved by God and enjoy wealth in the glory.

After this set, it will be considered the real end when the final filling is completed.

Looking at the newly established tombstone.

There is a motto written on it.

"Here is a real soul sleeping here, who loves the world and embraces this peace."

...

Tang Dao lowered his head and observed a few minutes of silence, took off the flowers on his chest, placed them in front of the tombstone, and then turned around and left without looking back at it.

Others also flocked to the company cafeteria under the entertainment, which is different from other big pot meals. For the happiness of the employees' tongues, they spent about 700,000 US dollars to create a clean dining environment, including private rooms. In order to allow North American employees who like expanding food to eat hamburgers and fries, they also purchased production machines and recruited seven chefs who have various dishes, including Italian, French, and German!

The original old Chen Rong was promoted to supervisor.

The most important thing on this day is to eat, of course you can't do it nonsense.

In addition to some unimportant supporting roles, Mister and others accompanied him, Tang Dao was at the same table with Wood, Charlie, and Holden. He held the wine glass and gently touched the table, stood up, "Thank you very much for coming over to send John to the Lord's arms, let's have a drink together." After saying that, before the others could react, he raised his head and suffocated.

Horton was stunned on the spot.

He had never seen a sip of red wine, but everyone is a person with identities, so he shouldn't come in a very humble way. Just as he was about to pick up the wine glass and dry it, he heard a loud "bang!" and Tang Dao slapped the cup on the table. This was too abrupt. Horton felt that Uncle Charlie was scared by the side, which naturally attracted everyone's eyes.

I saw Tang Dao stretching his head, looking at Wood, and taking the lead in attacking, "Mr. Wood, how do you think I'm going to deal with Jeremy Beverly?"

Everyone in the private room was frightened by his behavior. Clemens and Charlie looked at each other and frowned. They felt that Tang Dao was still worried about John's matter, and even held him.

As one of the big bosses of the consortium, they actually have no special feelings for John's death. Their relationship with him is just a bond of Tang Dao.

Essentially, you want to make money, not cause trouble.

Miami has already made concessions, there is no need to start another war, right?

For the first time, Charlie and Clemens had the urge to withdraw from the group. They turned over the table and stopped playing, but they were still reluctant to give up the benefits.

Wood brows, he raised his head and took a little anger, but then he remembered what Michelle said to him before, "That Asian is very good at arousing people's anger and thus achieving his goal. You must remember not to listen to anything, just think he is farting."

Wood was very obedient to Michelle's words. Faced with Tang Dao's provocation, he still had a smile on his cheek, "Jeremy Bevery privately destroyed the friendship between the Miami Consortium and the consortium without our permission. This is unforgivable. We have already expelled him."

This is not a routine.

Tang Dao was obviously stunned. Looking at Wood in front of him, the calm look made him feel a headache. He suddenly felt an inexplicable "hot" on his face. He glanced at the side and saw a young man sitting next to Wood looking at him with a very complicated look. He instantly changed his finger, leaning forward with aggressive body, looking at the other party with his eyes straight, "Is this gentleman also from the Miami Consortium? I have never seen him before. It seems that Jeremy Beverly has died, and new talents can appear. Even if Michelle and the others go to see God in the future, they don't have to worry that no one will take over in the future."

Wood wanted to reach out and grab the other party and tell him not to talk nonsense, but the other party didn't know what he thought in his heart. He still raised his head halfway, "Even if Jeremy Bevery is killed by you, the young generation in Miami will not be broken."

Fark!

idiot!

"What are you talking about, Gate!" Wood hurriedly stared at him and pulled him down, but the other party was still very stubborn.

"Mr. Wood, is this your hatred for me?" Tang Dao shook his head, "It turns out that I want to negotiate peace, but it's just so luxurious. It seems that Mr. Michelle and the others still don't feel sorry for him. And, didn't he tell you? I am a man... very revenge!"

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Chapter completed!