MTL - The Strongest Arms Dealer-Chapter 90 : Take him!

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Tang Dao was very calm, and handed over a bottle of Liz mineral water on the table, "Take your time, don't worry, you look like a Clinton addict."

The Yingjiang family is in a general election, and their media likes to make things happen. They broke out a shocking scandal, and Clinton has an X addiction.

This became a kind of "joke of the century".

It's just that Tang Dao understood that this guy had the last laugh, and I have to say, the consortium behind him is awesome!

Robert took the mineral water, but did not open it, pressed it with his palm, very urgent, and spoke very fast, "Boss, Mr. Coffey sent a message. He said that almost all tribes and forces have been warned that they are not allowed to come from The The company purchased goods, and two tribal chiefs have requested to return the order.”

Before he could say anything, Kofi roared, "Damn it! Did you offend God in Somalia?"

Who knows where that guy got his courage?

Maybe it's because the dollars in my hands are about to fly away, and I'm so angry that my liver hurts.

"Fuck your dad!!"

Tang Dao even changed the gender of the greeting, with an ugly face, and slapped the table with his face, his angry face twisted into a furious lion.

"Who found out?"

Robert nodded, "Bernard Douglas, a Swiss Jew, is very high profile."

"It's him?"

Tang Dao blurted out, frowning, the embarrassing outfit and the Mediterranean Sea appeared in his mind, but his face gradually disappeared, and finally it was replaced by Cecilio!

If this **** didn't participate, I will chop D!

"Do you think I'm easy to bully?" Tang Dao raised his head and pointed at himself, smiling cheekily, "Do you still think that Somalia has laws? Or do you think I'm timid?"

Robert shivered. He knew that the boss was very angry, so he lowered his head and didn't dare to gnaw.

"Tell Coffey to tell those **** chiefs that you can't return the order, Fuck, I sell arms, not milk powder, and get someone to bring me Bernard, I want to talk to him Talk about it." Tang Dao shouted loudly with his waist pierced.

"I'll arrange it right away." Robert nodded hurriedly, and left quickly as if he had oiled his feet, and closed the door carefully. Tang Dao walked around the room irritably. He was now being targeted.

Or…

The gang in Somalia think they have too much appetite?

They want to kick themselves off the cake?

But have you ever seen a dog spit out the **** in its mouth? Although this description is not elegant, but Tang Dao is now a dog with dollars in his mouth. You let him let go of his mouth and scratch you to death with one paw.

This is Somalia, this is North Africa!

Not the red-light district of San Francisco, nor the snow-capped mountains of Switzerland.

Tang Dao stopped, picked up the mobile phone on the table, and dialed a number, "Hello? General, I think... I have an obligation to donate to the Hope Project in Somalia."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

On Karl Johan Street in Somalia, this is the residence of foreign capital, mostly small shops opened by Italians. When there was no civil war, the business was very good, but after the civil war started, many shops were closed, but there was still a coffee shop Half open.

Anyone who knows something knows that this is the "dark spot" of Italy.

After all, Shanying used to be the "owner" of this land.

There was deafening laughter in the cafe, undisguised, even arrogant!

Bernard and Cecilio sat facing each other, the former was smoking a cigar, crossing his legs, very proud, "Cecilio, your method is so good, I seem to have seen the scene of that **** Asian stamping his feet gone."

Cecilio took a sip of his coffee, wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin, and adjusted his tie, "Nicholas is too proud, I hate being friends with proud people, we have to tell him that this used to be Italian, and it is now, I I persuaded him to keep a low profile, after all, this market does not belong to him alone, but he refused, and those who do not follow the rules will have to learn a lesson."

"certainly!"

Bernard nodded in agreement.

In fact, he is not stupid, of course he can know that Cecilio must have a dirty relationship with Tang Dao, otherwise why would he be so bewitched to deal with him?

But what the other party said was correct. Somalia's interests were passive, and the dollars in his pocket became less. Bernard just followed the Italian idiot's words.

"However, I also want you to be careful, because I am afraid that he will find out about you. He has a group of desperadoes under his command." Cecilio said with concern. He actually just didn't want the other party to rush to the street so early.

Bernard nodded, didn't care, changed the topic, and asked first: "I heard that you have signed a contract with South Africa's Edmund Energy Company to help them protect their company in Somalia?"

Cecilio didn't know why the other party asked such a question, he hesitated for a while, but nodded.

"Then you don't want this Asian in the Somali market." Bernard finally said what was in his heart, and the Italian immediately understood that this guy was afraid of taking credit for himself. Although he was disdainful in his heart, he still had to show it on his face Put on a very generous look, "Of course I won't fight with you, I don't care about this."

Bernard looked suspiciously deep in his eyes.

If the other party is not good, will you "do your best"?

Since the old fox doesn't want to talk tricks, he can't pry his mouth open. Bernard can only be on guard, and picks up the coffee, "I wish us a happy cooperation."

Cecilio pursed his mouth and looked at the other party out of the corner of his eye. He originally wanted to invite other people to join in, but those people didn't have the "courage". He wants to wait and see what happens, or even say, sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight, and let them fight to lose both sides.

A bunch of unsupportable mud.

Cecilio couldn't wait to eat Tang Dao, he had given that guy face several times, wasn't it just a stock? If you don't agree to this, then grab it and do it yourself!

To put it nicely, this is called opening up the market~www.novelbuddy.com~ To put it bluntly, it is nothing more than greed.

If you are poor, you will use reason from ancient times, and if you are rich, you will **** his mother.

After Bernard followed Cecilio for a few more words, he got up, and the latter sent them out, watching him get in the car and leave.

The Italian put a smirk on his face, and his tone became serious, "How's Bell's injury?"

"The doctor said it was a concussion. Fortunately, there was no intracranial hemorrhage." A bodyguard changed by his side, and he bowed his head to answer the question.

concussion!

Son of a bitch.

Cecilio still remembers those two guys beating Bell brazenly in front of him. It was like a slap on his face, and it hurt so hot. This is one of the reasons why he was determined to kill Tang Dao .

This Asian is too high-profile.

Cecilio nodded, twisting his palm firmly on the crutch, the old skin that looked like it was even more cracked, this old guy is thoughtful, especially good at killing people when he is in trouble, even if Tang Dao finds out that he and Bernard What if we meet?

Can he still move himself?

Although MPRI's business has not penetrated into North Africa, and the most important thing is that there is still "cooperation between the two companies!"

Even if they were discovered, at most Cecilio and Tang Dao hated each other, but at this point, who else would be pleasing to the eye?

Don't look at the Italians as greedy, but he is also shrewd. Is he willing to give up the binding of big interests for the sake of disputes over small interests?

It's like a war.

Calling back and forth is from my cousin's house.

If they don't kill each other, they are all tied to the interests of the overall situation.

Can…

Cecilio's ability to see people is not good.

Tang Dao is not his cousin.