"Fitzcroll?" Seeing this message, Stoudemire was obviously shocked.

After all, Fitzklo is an American oil tycoon. His family has always existed based on the United States. How could he stand opposite Arnold?

Merchants are all profit-seeking. How much does Fitzcrolo have to pay for doing this? This is very likely to ruin all the foundation he has worked hard to work hard!

This is simply incredible!

Stoudemire said nothing and immediately called: "Lao Fei, why do you do this? If Arnold knew that the money was paid by you, your family would have no place to establish themselves in the United States from now on!"

"Arnold has no final say on whether the Fitzcrolo family has a place to establish itself in the United States. Perhaps, these two subjects should be reversed and the logical relationship will be established." Fitzcrolo's calm voice came from the receiver: "After all, I can't let anyone put their ideas on my daughter's head."

This sentence has revealed enough information!

Obviously, Fitzklo learned the truth about his daughter being bombed by a rocket!

At this moment, the old rich man did not choose to stand on the side of the so-called national interests of the United States, but like Su Rui, he chose to stand on the right and just side!

This kind-looking energy tycoon finally showed his fangs!

When Fitzklo made this decision, Gris sat next to Su Rui in the US presidential palace and expressed her position clearly!

It’s not a family, and if you don’t enter the family, no wonder Fitzcrolo once said that among the many children, Gris is the one who looks the most like him.

"You're really not a pure businessman." Stoudemire smiled with a cigar in his mouth.

"So too." Fitzcrolo said, and hung up the phone.

In fact, both of these super rich people made the same choice, that is, there are always many things in this world that are more important than money.

Ten minutes later, a helicopter landed next to Stoudemire.

A man with a big belly and a cigar in his mouth walked out.

He took off his sunglasses, looked at the surrounding scenes, and then smiled: "God of Wealth, is it going bankrupt?"

This person is Bielhof!

However, the God of Wealth is still far from bankruptcy. Although he spent a lot of money and almost exhausted his working capital, as long as he casually took some of the industries in his hands, the numbers in the account could become full again.

Stoudemire smiled, took a sip of cigarettes, and said, "I just like to spend money. For a happy life, I can't buy my happiness with a thousand dollars."

Bielhof said: "I still have some pocket money here, should I take it?"

The God of Wealth immediately refused: "The little money you earn from selling intelligence is not enough for me to get stuck in my teeth."

Upon hearing this, Bielhof also understood that Stoudemire didn't want him to lose too much, so he smiled: "I can't tell, you are quite a friend."

"Yes, I've always been so friends," said Stoudemier. "You have helped me a lot with the African gold mines. You should not participate in this kind of bankruptcy."

"It involves bankruptcy?" Bielhof smiled: "Since everyone wants to spend money to have fun, why can't I participate? You can earn it again after spending the money. If your friends are gone, they will be gone."

A very simple truth has become an obsession that makes many people trapped and unable to get out of it.

Bierhoff saw it very clearly, and as he said, he threw a folder to Bistadmeier: "This is for you."

"What's the thing?" Stodmeier looked around, then his eyes widened: "Missile procurement agreement? Where did you get these things! You dangerous guy!"

Bielhof laughed happier: "Don't worry about where I got it. After all, some channels cannot tell you that I originally planned to be a middleman and sell it to Zeus or Apollo in the future. It will make a lot of money from it. However, now that Apollo is in trouble, I can only donate all these things."

"Unbelievable." Stoudemire was very sensitive to money. Even if the contract amount was smeared by Bielhoff, he could guess the approximate price. It was just an astronomical figure.

"Please accept it." Bielhof laughed, "Don't be polite in such matters. At worst, let's blow the white house to pieces. Of course... the possibility of being intercepted is quite high."

However, in this case, even if it is intercepted, the deterrent effect generated is enough to shock some people!

"You are stronger than me." Stoudemire smiled, then his face turned gloomy: "You said, will Apollo die this time?"

"I don't know." Bielhof considered the information he had received recently, and his voice sank a lot: "Maybe, some things are indeed beyond our control."

And at this time, another helicopter landed.

A man in a suit came out of it.

If Gris was here, he would have covered his mouth in surprise.

Because, this person is her brother, Garbos!

He walked to Stoudemire and took out a card from his pocket.

"I'll come for my father." Garbos took out a card and handed it to the God of Wealth: "I will come forward with some things, which is more appropriate than if he takes action himself."

The meaning expressed in this sentence is too obvious.

Perhaps, over the years, Garboss has been doing similar things for Fitzcrolo, but it is just not known.

"Okay." Stoudemire was not polite, and took the initiative to collect the card and said, "Please convey your respect to your father for me."

As more and more mercenaries came here, the atmosphere here began to become much more stern.

Of course, Bierkhov knew that the so-called Glory First Division of the US Army had also arrived here, but he also knew that this division would not be able to open fire until the last moment.

The position Stoudemire chose was so terrible - as long as they took a step forward, they could burn the war within the United States' border!

It sounds like a fantasy, but this is indeed something that is happening!

Squinting his eyes and gradually rising dust, Stoudemier said: "I was suddenly curious and wanted to know what the military advisor was doing."

Bielhof shook his head: "She is the one I cannot see through. We are facing the United States here. But what method will the military advisor take? She often chooses the most immediate method."

"Maybe, she will use the power of China?"

Bierkhov shook his head: "No, you should know that military advisors are not that kind of people. Of course, some people in China will definitely choose to end. Whether it is public or private, this is their good opportunity."

…………

At this time, the Presidential Palace.

Tigstadt has received Arnold's

News, the president is still safe now, and, in Arnold's words, he can withdraw from the window at any time.

"Prepare for rescue!" said Tigstadt: "As long as the president's safety is guaranteed, everything else can be discussed!"

His words were actually deliberately leaving some room for Su Rui.

After all, this general really admired the young Chinese man too much. If it weren't for his identity, he would even want to say the same words as Nasrit.

However, at this moment, the communicator in Tigstadt suddenly rang.

"General, I'm sorry, your order cannot be executed." A nice female voice came, but there was a clear and cold meaning in the voice: "Because, before Su Rui left, President Arnold must not leave the presidential palace."

Tigstadt's expression suddenly became serious!

Because this communicator is not a mobile phone, it also uses a special communication channel for the senior army executives!

What an international joke? Can the channels of senior US Army leaders be cut in at will?

"Who are you? Why do you threaten me?" Tigstadt asked with a calm face.

When Nasrit saw his old superior suddenly changed his face, as if it was covered with clouds, his mood that had been suppressing was much better!

From Nasrit's standpoint, this is definitely not the time for him to gloat, but he just couldn't help it!

"Come on, Su Rui's friends, show your strength as much as possible!" The lieutenant general thought for fear that the world would not be in chaos.

"I am the military advisor of the Temple of the Sun and a person who can follow Su Rui to die." The military advisor said: "So, the president cannot leave the presidential palace. Please ask General Tigstadt not to use any rescue methods, otherwise I will not be able to guarantee the consequences."

The military advisor's voice was very calm, but Tigstadt could feel that there was a strong will to die in her words!

As long as Arnold does not leave the Presidential Palace, Su Rui will not be in a desperate situation! After all, if Arnold escapes, he will inevitably use the most violent means to destroy Su Rui and the white building!

Tigstadt's face was already covered with clouds: "Miss, what I need to do, it's not your turn to teach you. We are protecting the President of the United States. You do this, undoubtedly a terrorism-oriented act."

"Whether it is terrorism is not something that can be determined by the way it is facing." The military advisor said: "Sir, please consider my words seriously."

However, Tigstadt had signaled Nasrit to organize the rescue of Arnold.

Because Arnold's figure has appeared in the window on the third floor, and many people can see it.

Just put on a ladder and you can follow the president.

Nasrit could not openly disobey his orders, but could only do it slowly. He said weakly: "When you save the president later, remember to be careful not to hurt our president. After all, if he is injured, the security and stability of our country will not be guaranteed, and by that time..."

"Shut up and execute the order quickly!" Tigstadt shouted.

Obviously, he also saw that his love will be deliberately talking and delaying time! All he said was irrelevant nonsense!

"Mr. General." The military advisor's voice rang in the communication channel again: "I must remind you that the third button on Mr. President's chest seems to be open."

After hearing this, Tigstadt's back was filled with chills!
Chapter completed!