As a port city, there is one kind of essential thing in Kismayu.

Nightclubs and casinos!

Of course, what they call nightclubs is just calling a few girls in a small bungalow, and then a group of people "dividing the spoils".

Alden McDowell, who is a locally well-known, is counting the banknotes.

I have 20,000 US dollars in my hand!

This was obtained after reselling a batch of goods. He counted it several times and it was almost covered with his saliva, but Alden still felt that he hadn't counted enough. He had lived at the bottom since he was a child and came out to be a pirate at the age of 14. He had seen his uncle die of being killed by fish and his father starved to death. He had experienced all kinds of suffering, which made him use any means to deal with money.

Relying on his ferocity, he gradually gained an absolute advantage near the port of Kismayu.

Just a day ago, he received information from the port that a freighter from South Africa had a batch of goods. The goods were wrapped in large wooden boxes and some very "science fiction" instruments. He asked him if he wanted it. Alden McDowell went to see it himself. The goods were not marked, but they were skulled and dangerous items, but he always felt that this could sell for some money.

I spent $25 to buy the large wooden boxes.

Yes, it's $25!

Then he sold it to an "energy company" and made 20,000 US dollars, which was the biggest money he made.

"Come on, this is for you." Alden McDowell pulled a Grant ($50) from it and handed it to the guy below. He was so generous, which made the guy below very upset. It was too few, but although everyone was angry, no one dared to speak more. Alden was fierce to the enemy and was not vague to his own people.

Nearly ten people were executed by him personally.

This $50...

Think about it, it should be enough to support the family.

When Olden McDowell saw that the guys had accepted the money, he nodded with satisfaction. He liked to be tactful and smiled wildly, pulled the black girl beside him over and was about to chew, but as soon as he reached over, he pushed it away.

Fark!

The body odor is too strong, not as good as the white woman last time. Although the other party has a strong fishy smell, it is the best Alden experienced.

There are no white people in the red light district of Kismayu, but there are actually in Mogadishu.

The price is cheap, should I go there?

Just when Alden McDowell was thinking about how to satisfy his selfish desires, the outside of the door had changed. It was very simple for the current savior company to find out that Alden was easy to find. Ask a few people to know that he was here.

The two teams of umbrella companies have armed their weapons to surround the house, and brought door-to-door crash tools, as well as individual bazooka launchers, and equipped with the latest individual headsets. Although the effective distance is very short, it also borrowed the American GPS system, which is the same level as the individual Alice system in the current Eagle Sauce Army. This batch of goods cost the Savior Company million US dollars, and will continue to invest 5 million US dollars in the future, and all the teams will be equipped.

Moreover, Tang Dao is also preparing to invest more than 200 million US dollars to develop individual communication systems and other individual weapons!

Of course, this is a later story.

"Viper, how many people are there?" asked Mister, who was in charge.

There was a man with a mask and headphones next to him operating the thermal camera. From above, you could see several red dots, moving with the movement. "There were five people, three on the left and two on the right."

Mister glanced at him and said, "According to plan a!"

"Received!" The captain of the combat squad in front replied, then gestured and approached at night.

Alden McDowell didn't realize he was surrounded, but he was very upset, but he didn't think about anything else. He just simply thought that the weather was stuffy and his reputation in Kismayu was also very famous.

He dropped the cigarette, exposed his chest, and lit a bill in his hand. He also wanted to try the smell of lighting a cigarette with US dollars, but this show-off obviously failed. The cigarette was not at all level, but Alden McDowell looked like a bad face.

"Boss..." There was a Nico outline below and he heard a loud bang. A big hole was blown up on the side of the house. There was a black man who could not dodge next to him, which was difficult to survive. The shock wave and the broken residue could kill people. If you lie on the ground, it would be impossible!

Alden McDowell was far away, but was also frightened by this moment. He immediately reported it and reached out to get the gun beside him, and a bullet penetrated his shoulder blade.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Alden McDowell screamed in a terrifying voice, covering his shoulders, looking at him in horror. The blood flowed into despair, and he was afraid of death. The other Nicos had already wanted to escape when the explosion sounded, but when the door was opened, they were shot to death!

At least there were more than thirty bullets on his body, he lay directly on the ground, staring wide, and dying with his eyes open.

Some people were also afraid and knelt on the ground, but the Saviors were also cruel and killed when they came up, without leaving any one! Anyway, there are no reporters here now, so are there still people who condemn the indiscriminate killing of innocent people? They put down their weapons but did not lose their combat effectiveness. They were the enemy.

Alden McDowell watched his subordinates die beside him with his own eyes. He raised his head and saw an armed armed man walking in. His courage was immediately scared.

"Don't, don't kill me, I'll give you whatever you want."

His mind was still very fast. Seeing the other person driving, he sold all the other person's mother. Otherwise, would he have brought so many people? He pointed out the question very smartly, but this was not funny at all. An employee grabbed his collar. The eyes under the mask were very deep, but also very cold. "What about a few big boxes you took in the port last night."

Alden McDowell knew what it was right now.

"I...I tell you, don't kill me."

Bang!

ah!!

Nico hugged his right leg and screamed. The other party directly punched the bullet through his thigh, then moved the muzzle upwards and fixed it in his crotch, "I don't want to hear nonsense, where is the box!"

"I sold it, I sold it." Alden McDowell screamed and wanted to emphasize it twice.

The employee frowned and said to the left and right, "Take it away!"

...

Tang Dao, wearing formal clothes, sat down and watched "The King of War" broadcast above, and was also satisfied. This was better than the one he had watched before, and it was more straightforward in terms of emotions and business. Most of the inside were based on Tang Dao, which made him look very immersive. Nicholas Cage was his "stand-in-one".

"Pai Pa..." He clapped, and the invited critics, reporters and fans also clapped. They felt that the movie should be able to win the weekly box office championship, a great satirical film.

"Congratulations, Mr. Nicholas, this is a successful movie, I have seen his value." A middle-aged man wearing a small suit, a short beard, a slightly fat figure, and a newspaper cap smiled and congratulated. He is a famous BBC film critic and has his own aesthetic. Perhaps this movie does not have the big science fiction scenes in Hollywood dramas, but the dozens of tanks and low-altitude fighter fleets are still very exciting.

Moreover, this is the first movie invested by a capitalist. The other party gave him 50,000 US dollars and the check was still in his pants pocket.

Of course you have to say good things.

"Thank you, this is the credit of the crew." Tang Dao said with a modest smile. The little angel came over with his cell phone. He reached out to the other party with a little embarrassed. After taking the phone, he heard Mister opposite him say, "Boss, our goods have been robbed. It is a guy from North America. I have found them and are chasing them."

Tang Dao still had this expression on his face, with a smile, "Okay, I understand, you guys continue, oh, by the way, treat my friends well, don't let them feel rude." After that, he hung up the phone, looked at the film critic, and said with a smile, "Business is too complicated."

The other party nodded to show that he understood.

But Mister over there was unhappy...

The boss smiled so cunningly, he called back to Mogadishu.

"Except for the left-behind personnel, the rest of the personnel carry weapons and airlift the Kismayu! Immediately, immediately."

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