Italian caviar is delicious.

Osborne kept talking, but Robert also didn't stop either. He frowned, smoked, looked at the stairs, and looked at his watch from time to time, looking anxious.

Just as they were about to run out of time, Tang Dao and Aidid walked down the stairs side by side, talking and laughing.

"Stop eating! Let's get to work." Robert threw the cigarette butt on the ground and pushed Osborne. The latter almost choked to death. His face turned red. He finally dug it out with his hands and drank the red wine in the glass.

Then he shook it in his mouth a few times, spit it out, took out two napkins, wiped it around his mouth, and stood up with Robert.

"Please stay, General."

At the door, Tang Dao pressed his hand with a smile on his face, "Tomorrow, I will welcome you at the airport." After saying that, he walked down the steps, Robert followed behind him holding an umbrella, Osborne squinted,

Letting the raindrops slide down his cheeks, he directed Jin Dun and others to get into the car, and drove away with two high beam lights on in the thick fog of the dark night.

Eddie Desu stood, watching them leave, and suddenly said, "Ouma, how much do you think you can believe this Asian man's words?"

Ouma didn't know why he suddenly asked this question. He hesitated for a while and said, "I probably believe half of it."

Unexpectedly, Aidid smiled when he heard this and said a local curse word, "What a businessman says is like a piece of dog shit. It tastes good to dogs, but it smells bad to people!"

Ouma, who was left with a thoughtful look on his face, turned around and left without forgetting to say, "Take someone to see the goods tomorrow."

…

The jeep was driving on the uneven streets of Mogadishu. At this night, the two headlights shone in front of it, making it seem even quieter. If a black man jumped out at this time, you might think it was a wild monkey running out of nowhere.

This is not racial discrimination. Nobel Prize winner Watson, the guy who discovered DNA, said that black people are not fully evolved and should not be called intelligent humans like yellow and white people.

Caring for the mentally retarded has always been Tang Dao's virtue.

But among the mentally retarded, there are inevitably a few smart people. Tang Dao thinks that Aidid is like this. He never talks sloppily. His vision is broad among East Africans. He also understands that whoever controls public opinion and the army has the right to speak.

, so on the first day he entered Mogadishu, he grabbed the whole city's radio broadcasts and publicized his "contributions" from time to time.

Commonly known as brainwashing!

This is why when the US military arrested him later, he shouted on the radio, and thousands of Mogadishu people rushed out with rusty AKs or sticks. In English, this is

:“Ideological construction!!”

As expected, he can gain a foothold in Somalia. He cannot be an idiot.

Tang Dao felt more and more that the tank he gave was the right gift. It was a worthwhile transaction to exchange an antique for a chain that would benefit both parties.

"Boss, the hotel has arrived."

While he was still deep in thought, Robert shouted softly. When Tang Dao came back to his senses, he raised his head and saw the old sign of the hotel. He opened the door and got out of the car. He didn't pay attention to his foot and stepped in a puddle. Fortunately, it didn't seep from his shoes.

Go in, but it's also annoying.

"Have the pilots settled down?"

"Pierce settled in with them, and the promised US dollars were also distributed."

Tang Dao nodded, "Tell them not to run around. I don't care if they were robbed in Somalia. Also, take them to get the pistol tomorrow. At least they must be able to protect themselves."

As he walked in, there was a little black girl with pigtails at the front desk who nervously called out to him.

"Is something wrong? Madam." Tang Dao asked with a smile.

"Sir, someone asked me to give you this letter just now." The black girl pulled down the drawer. The drawer seemed to have rusty gears and made a sound. She took out a letter from it and handed it to him.

letter?

Does anyone still write letters in this day and age?

Tang Dao raised his hand, and then winked at Robert, who walked over and took the letter. Tang Dao frowned and opened his eyes, looking at the word "Chuan" on his eyebrows getting deeper and deeper, but

In the end, he relaxed, folded the letter, put it in his pocket, nodded to the black girl, "Thank you very much, and wish you a sweet dream, ma'am."

"I also wish you sweet dreams, sir."

Robert couldn't see clearly from the side, but he saw a familiar name: Cyril!

Is that letter about him?

"Bring our translator with you tomorrow. I don't think he can just take the money and not do the work." Tang Dao, who was walking in front, spoke up, and Robert felt a shiver in his heart. Sure enough!

Something is going to happen!

…

The next day, it started early in the morning at five o'clock.

Tang Dao came to Mogadishu Airport, put his pockets in his pockets, and watched the employees arrange tanks and armed personnel carriers. As for the airport staff, they could only ask them to stay in the room, and air traffic was also restricted.

, this is the order given by Aidid.

Cyril stood behind Tang Dao with his briefcase, looking at the pushed-out DzSU-57-2 57mm small-caliber anti-aircraft gun. A flash of light flashed behind his glasses, but then he lowered his head.

"Mr. Cyril!"

Suddenly, Tang Dao shouted, turning around and pointing at the weapons and ammunition that filled the airport, "Do you think... these things like mine can fight a small local war?"

Tanks, armored vehicles, and artillery can all be used in Somalia!

"But... of course." Cyril nodded and hesitated, "But do these have to be used on Somali soil?"

"What do you think?" Tang Dao asked.

Cyril said, "I think Somalis should have their own way of survival. External intervention will only make this place more chaotic."

"Does the KGB think so too?" As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Dao continued to ask, which was so abrupt that Cyril was a little confused and said quickly, "What are you talking about?"

Bang bang bang.

Tang Daodu applauded and praised, "You are indeed an actor trained by the KGB. I am not as good as you in this regard. Can you please show me your bag?"

Cyril held the briefcase tightly, "What's inside is just..."

Before he finished speaking, Osborne punched Cyril on the right cheek. He fell to the ground with one punch, and kicked him on the shoulder before picking up the briefcase and patting him.

Ash, turn it up from the inside out.

"I hate other people talking too much. If I ask you to take it, you take it!" Tang Dao looked at him condescendingly.

"Boss, there are cameras and tape recorders." Osborne took out the machine from his bag, holding it in his left and right hands, staring at Cyril with an unfriendly expression.

"This... this is just my hobby. I like to take pictures of Somali scenery."

What scenery does Somalia have?

pirate?

Or a child running barefoot to avoid cannonballs?

Is it even that hard to find an excuse?

Has the KGB ended up like this? Or does this old guy just think other people are fools?

It seems that there is a group of agents who, after graduation, took a graduation photo and posted it on the Internet for fear that others would not know. This kind of operation is suffocating, and then they were sent to guard the border.

"Handle it cleanly, don't let General Aidid see the blood." Tang Dao waved his hand. Yesterday's letter made him feel a lot of pressure. It said that Cyril was an agent of the KGB, and his uncle accepted the KGB in Italy.

However, when he failed and was killed in an operation, the family had to be reunited.

Cyril's hands and feet were tied, a rag was stuffed in his mouth, and he was put into a nylon bag.

Then Osborne and others took the steel pipe and hit it hard with wrenches. After a beat, they stopped struggling and ran out of energy. They put it in the car and dragged it away, and threw it into the sea to feed the fish.
Chapter completed!