Spent three days in Kiev.

There hasn't been much going on these days. Aidid just called and wanted to explain why Omar came to Kiev, but this gave people the feeling that there was no silver in this place. Of course, Tang

Dao also understood that this was just because the other party did not want to create a barrier with him, but this behavior was unnecessary.

To put it bluntly, Tang Dao has decided to hedge his bets.

Moreover, he is an arms dealer!

Businessmen have no friends in their eyes, they only care about profits.

Tang Dao was lying on the recliner. Today's Kiev was a good one. The sun was out, but it was still warm on his body. He squinted and listened to Mist's report next to him, "Boss, all the port supplies have been loaded, including the ones promised to us."

personnel and equipment, as well as 40 sailors."

"Well, then proceed as planned. You lead the fleet through the Mediterranean Sea to the port of Eritrea. I will wait for you there."

This cargo cannot be disembarked at the Mogadishu Port. It swallows too little water and is prone to rollover. Relatively speaking, although the Eritrean Port is older, it was preceded by the British and American coalition forces and then followed by Ethiopia. This is all a problem.

The owner of the money, even if the latter has been fighting a civil war, this place is still an important strategic location, so every year he will fund a sum of money to repair the port.

During the civil war in the 1980s, this was also one of the most important maritime transportation points.

If you have money, you can do anything.

Mist nodded firmly and responded. Then Tang Dao sat up straight and stretched out his finger, "Pay the balance to General Cherkovso, so that the Soviets won't stare at me every day for fear that I will run away."

, and...be sure to pay attention to ICPO people." He paused slightly as he said this, squinting, and the right eyelash was shaking irregularly.

He always felt that these dog-skin plasters would stick to him.

The most embarrassing thing for these gangsters' minions is that their "fathers" have their cakes distributed among them.

…

In fact, Tang Dao's guess was absolutely correct.

ICPO senior agent Kurt was "scared of his pants!" This embarrassing incident couldn't be concealed even if he wanted to. He felt that many of his colleagues looked at him with strange eyes, even discrimination.

This made Kurt take a deep breath.

But you said you wanted revenge?

Stop making trouble, the oil pan really almost fried him last time!

Therefore, when he got the internal information about the savior company, his hands were shaking. He took a deep breath, put the information on the table, and shouted outside. After nearly a minute, a woman walked in.

.

"Is Brian here?"

"No, he's out." The woman was the support staff of their team, but she obviously had a bit of a temper.

Kurt took a deep breath, forced a smile, and handed over the information, "This is from an informant. There is a batch of goods at the Ilychovsk Port. Regarding the Asian, I don't have time. I

If you want to keep an eye on another person, ask Brian to take someone there, and be careful."

md!

Send your deputy to explore the bottom first.

The most important thing is that Brian has a grudge against him and wants to pull him down all the time.

Do you think ICPO is just a bunch of gentlemen fighting for peace?

Stop shaking. When humans were not fully evolved, they learned to fight. Wherever there are people, there will be interests. It’s just that the times and certain factors have given them justice, but are they truly just? The right to say that you are guilty,

You are guilty!

Hearing this, the woman glanced at Kurt, with deep disdain flashing in her eyes.

What does something mean?

It's just fear. Since "that incident", he has become... timid.

He took it very rudely with one hand and said, "Okay, sir, I will inform them right now. Is there anything else?"

"No, ma'am, but can you make me a cup of coffee?" Kurt asked with a smile.

"Of course, please wait a moment." The woman replied, no matter what, the other person is still his leader. Although he looks down on him, you can't be confrontational. After saying that, he turned around and left. As soon as the door was closed, Kurt's face turned dark.

Like the bottom of a pot, he punched the table angrily, lowering his head and shouting curse words.

At this time, the woman who returned to her seat did not prepare coffee first, but informed Brian of the news.

"Port of Ilychovsk?" Brian, a white man in his 30s, nodded and said, "Okay, thank you very much, Ms. Mary. After I finish my work, I will definitely come to you for a drink." After that,

After hanging up the phone, he looked at his subordinates in front of him with excitement, and said with a smile on his face, "Guys, I think we are about to catch evidence of that Asian man. Let's go to Ilychovsk."

Asian evidence?

ICPO listed Nicholas Tang and his company as targets.

After all, his performance is too dazzling in the North African market.

Brian is the kind of person who does what he says. Ilychovsk is a port city on the Black Sea 19 kilometers west of Odessa. It is located in the southwest of Ukraine and has a population of about 59,000. This city is closely related to Opola

It has its own unique style compared to other areas in St. Petersburg.

But this group of people did not come to see the scenery. They drove for nearly eight hours in a hurry to detect evidence. As long as the evidence was caught at the scene, the guy would not be able to escape.

But Brian was not in a hurry. He found a place to rest, and waited until after two o'clock in the morning to call everyone in.

"The bullets are all loaded. We don't rule out that they will resist, but remember, you must ensure that you are alive." Brian took out his pistol, looked at everyone with vigilance, and said in a deep voice.

The subordinates nodded simultaneously.

"Let's go!" Brian opened the door of the van, and seven or eight people rushed out and ran towards the port terminal. Originally, someone was keeping vigil this night, but now they can only get 200 rubles for the vigil. Who cares?

What are you doing? You've already gone to pick up garbage. At least you won't starve to death.

The port of Ilyichovsk in the middle of the night was unusually quiet.

Except for a few docked freighters, no new freighters could even be seen coming in.

The ICPO agents searched based on the tag number on the intelligence, with only a weak flashlight shining.

"Boss, I found it!"

When Brian heard the noise, he trotted over and saw an agent shining a flashlight on a cargo ship with the words: 25 written on it!

This is the number on the information.

"That's it, go up." Brian was very excited. He greeted people and was about to go up. But who knew that as soon as he finished speaking, he heard the sound of applause, "Bah, bang, bang..." It was very clear in this night.

"I didn't expect that your noses are really good." There was a teasing laugh, and then the dazzling searchlight suddenly turned on, causing the agents to be temporarily blinded for a while. It took a long time to calm down, and then they gradually adapted, and Brian was heartbroken.

When I raised my head, I saw a group of people gathered around me. The leader was a wild-looking man.

"Do you want to know what's in this?"

The priest stood on a container, whistled, and let the sea breeze caress his hair. He wore a silver cross around his neck, which reflected light under the searchlight.

"We are icpo, this is a search warrant issued by the Soviet Union!"

Brian said in a deep voice, taking out a document with a Soviet seal.

The corner of the priest's mouth curled up, "Sir, you used the Soviet search warrant to search the Ukrainian freighter? Are you out of your mind?" He pointed to his head. The former's face darkened and he said sternly, "We have the right to suspect..."

"boom!"

But before he finished speaking, the priest took out his gun and fired a shot to the top of his head. He interrupted the other party's words very rudely. After the other party was quiet, he smiled and said, "You have the right? But,

I also have bullets."

Then his face turned pale and he said, "I'm sorry, you talk too much nonsense."

As soon as he finished speaking, other employees who had been waiting impatiently picked up their weapons and fired a burst of fire. Who could withstand this firepower? At least half of the bullets in the magazine hit Brian, and his whole body felt like shaking.

He was covered in blood and fell to the ground heavily with his eyes open.

"Put them in sacks and throw them into the sea." The priest said, speaking of the cross necklace, "May God be with you."
Chapter completed!