A delicate and subtle emotion flashed across Ocassi's face, and the first thought was: rampant!

As the rumored one, Gaddafi's second son is a person with a trick. Didn't he see a photographer next to him? This is about to be on the news!

But the other party still did his own thing and shouted again, "Who is Nicholas Don! Farke, isn't this mess here?" His tone began to become very impatient, and his voice gradually increased, even surpassing the music for a while.

"I think you should be more civilized, Mr. Saif." A sentence interrupted the other party. When Okashi heard this voice, he immediately looked helpless.

The little angel walked out, stood in front of Saif, and looked at him condescendingly. This posture made the bodyguards around the latter nervous and stared at him tightly.

The little angel glanced at them disdainfully, then looked at Saif again, "You should apologize."

"Who are you! Are you Nicholas?"

Apology? It is impossible. When did the prince of Libya say sorry.

Saif snorted coldly, "I don't talk to civilians who have no identity."

Even if he was scolded by Gaddafi, he still couldn't change his arrogant look. Ocassi looked around and thought of an interesting thing.

In the beginning of the drought in Libya, Gaddafi asked Saif to go to Sirte to take charge of the overall situation, but what did this guy do there? He had to eat, drink and have fun, and even used the 5 million US dollars supported by the state to buy a sports car!

He is a very fond of sports cars, and there are more than 10 sports cars of various models in the garage.

This behavior made Gaddafi very angry. Where is Sirte? That is where his dream began, and this is the hometown of the Gaddafi family.

These are all their own people. The soldiers of his personal guards were recruited from this place, loyal and reliable, but even if they are in their own territory, Saif also wants to get some of them.

The South African Times even reported that Gaddafi asked Saif why he did that, but the other party said: Civilians should not enjoy funding from the state, they should die on their own so as not to waste food.

I don’t know whether this is true or not, but Okashi, who was studying in South Africa at that time, remembered clearly and thought it was a joke, but the result was indeed like the rampant rumor.

The dragon gives birth to nine sons is different.

The little angel also directly lifted his suit, took out a gun from it, and directly pressed against Saif's head. This action was too straightforward. The bodyguards behind the latter didn't react, just like a spectator, watching helplessly. After reacting, they hurriedly shouted, drawing out their weapons and pointing them.

"I don't believe you dare to shoot..." Saif's right eyelid kept twitching, but he still said with a hard head.

"Peng!"

The little angel shot in his ear, and the bullet rubbed Saif's scalp and hit the bodyguard behind him in the thigh, who fell to the ground with his wounds and howled.

The gunshots made my ears deaf.

Saif's ears were still buzzing, his eyes widened, full of disbelief, his face was burning and his body was trembling. He heard a sarcastic sneering from his ears, "You said, do I dare to kill you with a car?"

Mad!

Snake sperm disease!

Saif wanted to continue to hold on, but when the gun turned around, he still wisely swallowed the words back.

Okashi was stunned by the side. This would definitely be an important article in Somalia's history, and it would even become a "joke" of the whole world. He fired a shot when welcoming visitors!

He winked at the people around him, raised his chin slightly, and pointed to the reporters who were still photographing. The meaning was obvious, and they told them not to record. It would be very useful to speak in Somario Cassi, unless you don’t want to be in trouble, free press?

Are you called abc or bbc?

The confidant responded and took the person over to "conversation." Okashi frowned and looked at the little angel's scalp. He didn't know if he was worth enough, but he was also very dissatisfied with Saif. Are you here to ruin the situation?

What a swearing person is really good at savior companies?

"Apology!" The little angel shouted loudly, which scared everyone. Saif's legs and feet almost became weak. He was a person with a harsh and weak body. After being yelled like this, he quickly apologized in fear, "I'm sorry!"

"waste."

The little angel said disdainfully, "That's the name of Gaddafi, otherwise, hum. The boss is waiting for you in Aguadong. Learn more about your good deeds. Don't make Mr. Tang angry, otherwise you will have to die in Somalia." He was not kind enough to persuade him to be sensible, but if Boss Tang is angry, he will be mentally ill. At that time, everyone will be afraid.

Saif swallowed hard, but he didn't dare to refute it, but he had the impulse to snatch the weapon from the bodyguard and then killed the damn white man. The impulsive man's mind was as muddy, but he really didn't have the courage, he was afraid of death.

This is Somalia. Even if you kill someone and run away, you will be beaten up.

Okashi knew it was time to stand out at this time. He stood between the two, pulled down the little angel, and said to Saif, "Let's go to the Presidential Palace."

"I want to see Nicholas...Mr.." Saif still sensible and brought the honorific title, glanced at the little angel, who was looking at him with a sarcastic face, which made his dignity strongly stimulated. His eyes were floating and he didn't dare to look at him, and he could only curse in his heart, Mad, madman.

There is no normal thing. I am Gaddafi's son. Is this a welcome?

People who are neglected will never look for problems from themselves. They will only turn the blame on others. Their personality will not change, and they will never.

Okashi glanced at the little angel, helpless, and the meaning was, "Look, scare people like this." He said to the government official behind him, "Rearrange the route, go to Aguadong, and, what about the ambulance? Why haven't you come yet?" He pointed to the injured Libyan bodyguard, and the person was almost dead.

"I'll make arrangements now." The official in charge of the president's itinerary said quickly, holding a walkie-talkie in his hand, pointing at the security staff next to him, asking them to carry the injured to the airport infirmary first, and at least stop the blood.

This Mogadishu Airport was also contracted by the Savior Company and was not renamed. However, many necessary equipment rooms have been built, such as medical rooms, lounges, VIP reception rooms, and convenience stores. With the urination of the Somali government, what are these things?

Can it be eaten? Can it increase grain production?

They thought these were fancy things. Even the hospital ambulance and company donated 4 vehicles, but they were facing patients in the entire Mogadishu, so... they... got a drop in the bucket, so they stipulated that they would pay 20,000 Somali shillings for an ambulance, and add 100 to one kilometer, which made the situation slightly better.

The price is high, sometimes it is because the supplies are too short!

However, the funeral home spark is free and there will be a box.

After Ocassi ordered, they were almost at Aguadong, and the ambulance came slowly. The shortage of medical staff made them have only two people in the car, one doctor and one nurse. The patient was carried up to take a look and then issued a notice.

"Amnesting!"

md, Trailblazer Veterinarian?

Saif and Okashi were in the same car, looking at the desert roses growing on the roadside, which also added a bit of beauty to the desert city. The closer we got to Aguadong, the plants on the roadside turned into famous local bananas.

Somalia's bananas are famous all over the world, with vanilla cream in the mouth. They are known as the "sweetest banana in the world", and have won the reputation of "Banana Kingdom".

In addition to supplying domestic markets, Somali bananas were also exported to Italy, the Middle East and other regions in large quantities. In the late 1980s, with the strong investment of Italian and American fruit companies, Somali banana trade reached its peak, and in 1990, Somali banana annual export volume reached US$96 million.

The thriving banana trade was interrupted with the outbreak of the Somalia civil war in 1991.

Because various armed factions fought fiercely to control the banana trade to fight for the banana production areas, this war was also called the "banana war".

Of course, the Aguadong City Hall under Tang Dao would not forget this specialty. They found local banana farmers, gave them policies, exempted them from taxes within two years, and gave them loans, almost interest-free, so they built a plantation outside Aguadong with an area of ​​about 10 acres.

Can meet the self-produced and sold in Mogadishu area.

When the car drove outside the town of Aguadong, it was subject to strict scrutiny. The armed personnel holding weapons did not care about Okashi's license plate. They only followed the rules of the town and were not allowed to enter with weapons. The presidential bodyguards listened very obediently, and the "guests" from Libya were obviously not very cooperative.

Good guy, let’s arrange the Vulcan cannon at the door!

"Listen to them." Saif frowned and said unhappy, and pinched his nose, and said to Okashi in a muffled voice, "It seems that in Somalia, the Presidential Palace does not have much face."

Okashi smiled at this method of disagreement and admitted it very alone, "Yes, Mogadishu Savior Company has the final say. If you want to live a stable life, you must listen to them. It's best not to be too arrogant." He said, looking at Saif.

"Hmph." The second prince of Libya snorted coldly, looking at the children chasing cars outside, with indescribable disgust in his eyes, his body was very dirty, which was far from Libya.

Almost every household in Libya has cars, and the better ones are BMW, Audi, Mercedes-Benz, modernization, bars, hotels, highways, airports, etc. are first-class. What about Somalia? There are also people who are dressed in sloppy clothes, and they also grow bananas outside the city. How many years have they been? There is no progress at all.

Saif's appearance is about education in the Western world, and what he sees is also modern. He has never seen this style of Somalia before. Who has such a home decoration so exciting?

He finally found a sense of accomplishment. When he got down, he stepped on the ground and planned to find an excuse to laugh at him. But the closer he got inside, the better he repaired the floor. After the money was spent, he wouldn't even have a bumpy road. He was a little unwilling to find this, but he still shut up because the little angel got out of the car.

"Come with me."

The little angel waved his hand and whispered a few words to Hearst Theodore who was greeting him. Saif also saw the other party pointing at him, and the latter looked at him with a meaningful look. He was familiar with this look. He also looked at people like this when he shot someone in a bar.

Saif's whole body was chilled and subconsciously looked at Okashi. At this time, he should be the only one who can help him, and he felt full of regret. You said you would quarrel with your father, so what should you pretend to be? I thought you could handle it? They wouldn't give you face at all.

He wants to go home.

"Come in, why are you still standing at the door? Your people followed the servants to the side hall, and someone was there to entertain you." The little angel said impatiently when he saw Saif still standing below. The latter could only follow him with a tough bullet. The arrogant one was at the beginning, and the cowardly one was now.

Those bodyguards wanted to follow, but they were invited to the side hall. If you wanted to move around, the guns were all aimed at you, so they could only follow them to the side hall obediently.

Saif followed the little angel into the hall, and an oil painting was hung on the wall on his face. If you read it correctly, it should be a wooden oil painting "Holy Virgin in the Chair" created by the Italian painter Raphael Sanci. He liked this since he was a child and couldn't help but take a look at it.

"This painting is good, I like it very much." A gentle voice came to his ears. Saif quickly turned his head and saw an Asian standing beside him, wearing a shirt, very casual, but it set off his figure very well. He was wearing a custom Citizen watch on his hand, smiling, and dimples on his face.

Nicholas Don!

When he saw the real person with his own eyes, Saif instantly lost his arrogance and his face was filled with fear.

The king of private arms, the weapon provider of the Libyan Defence Force, the most delicious individual after the fall of the bear, the habitual guest on the Interpol wanted list, and the current serious businessman.

"I bought it for £21 million." Tang Dao pointed at the painting.

"Shouldn't this be in the Piti Gallery of Florence?" Saif said honestly, and young people like to argue.

Tang Dao glanced at him sideways, "That's fake."

Saif said this and knew that Florence was stolen. Do you think people worth more than 10 billion US dollars would lie? Especially this kind of lies that are unnutritional.

As long as you have money, isn’t it just someone who steals a painting? Isn’t that simple?

Some are thieves serving the rich.

If the Statue of Liberty was not too big, it would have been stolen and sold long ago.

"Please sit down, child, I'm on the phone with your father. Don't worry, he asked me to take good care of you." Tang Dao pointed at the sofa and said, laughing, "What can happen to you here? Mr. Gaddafi and I have been good friends for a long time."

"But, you are not good recently. My agent has a bad temper. You can't kill him, right? This makes people outside laugh at me." Tang Dao spread his hands, crossed his legs, looking very embarrassed, "I can't do anything to you, right? If you kill my people, I will kill you." He snapped his fingers.

Then there was a burst of strafing and screams from the side hall next to it.

Tang Dao squinted his eyes, his left finger was still lit with the rhythm, and Saif's face turned pale and he killed them all! That was his confidant bodyguard, who had been following for more than ten years. His lips trembled slightly, his eyes were staring at the other party in horror, and his body was sitting upright unconsciously. If you look closely, you can find that he was swaying.

After the gunfire stopped, Tang Dao opened his eyes, then picked up the red wine glass, toasted Saif, "Cheers." After drinking it in one sip, it was like a cow drink. Do this crazy person understand what a gentleman is?

"Do you want to hear anything else? Child." Tang Dao put down the cup, leaned over his body, and asked with a smile.
Chapter completed!