Chapter 20: : Go where we are needed more!

Originally, Tang Dao thought that Gould would be in a difficult situation, but who knew that the other party took it generously, and said that if the armored vehicle had an SGMB machine gun, he could even call out another price, at least a few more. Thousands or even tens of thousands of dollars.

Tang Dao stirred the pasta a few times with a fork in his left hand. He didn't like the taste very much, mainly because it looked...really like shit.

"However, I want to ask you to borrow a few people now." He opened his mouth, breathless, stuffed the noodles into his mouth, accidentally, the sauce was on the tip of his nose, and he glanced at the table. After finding the napkin, he finally had to rub his clothes, "Four or five people are fine."

Gould's face was almost on the basin. Hearing this, he raised his head. Now that the two have reached a cooperative relationship, he is naturally willing to sell some favors. He nodded, "Of course, I will let them go to your room to find you later. .”

"Thank you, cheers for our friendship." Tang Dao raised the borsch soup in his hand and said.

"cheers."

Cornelia behind the counter not far away also raised her teacup with Winnie the Pooh over her head and yelled loudly, but the old woman scolded dissatisfiedly from the kitchen, the little girl shrank her head and lay down. On the counter, but did not forget to lift the teacup with great effort.

Tang Dao and Gould smiled at each other.

What a lovely little girl.

Tang Dao returned to the room, borrowed a phone from the hotel to call Robert, and asked him if something happened.

"God bless, it's really easy. Boss, am I here for my honeymoon? I feel like I'm going to be useless now." Robert didn't know whether to show off or was really annoyed. Anyway, Tang Dao was very upset and threw his right hand Picking up the coin, facing mid-air, and grabbing it, "Then I have to do more work for you, drive the BTR-40 in the warehouse to Belial."

"Huh? Have you found a buyer yet?"

Robert on the other end of the phone looked excited too.

"It's just a little hope, please drive here." Tang Dao said very vaguely, without guaranteeing the promise. After all, he couldn't grasp how reliable Gould's words were.

Robert hesitated, "What about the goods here?"

"It's fine with Angie here. The guards at the airport are still very safe."

Now that the boss has said so, Robert has no reason to object, so he can only agree. Tang Dao turned his body, hung the microphone back on the landline, slapped the coin on the table, and winked at Cornelia. Blinking, whistled, "Beauty, can I have two more loaves of bread? My stupid employee upstairs hasn't eaten yet."

Cornelia quickly put the coins into the drawer, smiling, "Of course."

She got off the chair, ran into the kitchen, and ran out holding two cheese breads, panting, and put them on the table, "This is for you, no money."

Tang Dao looked at the other party with a half-smile, hooked her nose, "Do you want something?"

"Can you play with your gun for me? My grandma won't let me touch her weapon..."

"NONONO!" Tang Dao shook his head when he heard it. What kind of joke are you talking about? Put the dollar bills on the counter, "Thank you for the food." After speaking, he walked towards the room, pushed the door open with his elbow, and saw Osborn and Witt cleaning their weapons, as if they were going around each other Son, I can't wait to roll out the barrel of the gun.

"Come and have breakfast first, and follow me to other places after eating."

"Aren't you going to the Tut Gym?" Osborn raised the barrel of the gun, squinted to see if there was any stain inside, and upon hearing this, he paused and turned his head to ask in surprise.

"There are poor ghosts there." Tang Dao shook his head, "They can't bring us any good."

When Osborne heard the boss say the poor man, he subconsciously looked at Witt and nodded with deep understanding. Witt raised his hand in dissatisfaction, wanting to protest, but in the end he put down his hand and just gritted his teeth. He stared back very unkindly.

Poor...ghost?

"Then where are we going?"

"front!"

There was a flash in Tang Dao's eyes, and he said in a straight voice, "Our service is to deliver what is needed on the battlefield as soon as possible."

Osborne just took the bread with his hand, and after taking half a mouthful, he opened his mouth, and the next second, he jumped up directly, "It's time to fight? OMG! I seem to feel the bullets flying over my head." Stimulation, no, I'm going to be excited."

He himself has a bit of mental illness, and Tang Dao can tell from the system's introduction to him that this kind of person... has a dark heart and a vicious attack, and all the disguises may be for the next madness.

But I didn't forget that Osborn's nickname was: "Ogre!"

There are only wrong names, not wrong nicknames.

Tang Dao felt that he had to remind the other party, and pressed his shoulders, "We are only going to sell goods, not to fight, Osborne, I hope I can understand, otherwise, you will be killed, this place is not easy to bury .”

Osborn curled his lips, not thinking about it, but nodded reluctantly.

Tang Dao always felt that this guy would make trouble for him sooner or later, but now he didn't think about this time. After helping them assemble the gun, he went downstairs and felt Cornelia's angry eyes. At the door, I saw four men in overalls pointing and laughing around the armored vehicle. There were also some people holding a cigarette in their mouths, taking a sip, catching fire, and then burning the tires?

After seeing this operation, Tang Dao and others were a little darkened.

"Hey, guys, I don't think tires can smoke." When seeing an idiot pressing a cigarette **** on a tire, Tang Dao finally couldn't help but frowned and shouted. The voice was not loud, but Those few people were guilty, startled, and hurriedly turned their heads.

"Cough, Mr. Nunlas, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com I am the deputy head of the dog-headed mercenary group, Barcelo, you can also call me an engineer." One was wearing sunglasses and had a hyena tattooed on his arm.

"Hello, sir." Tang Dao shook hands with him, "Mr. Gould asked you to come?"

"Yes, the leader asked us to listen to you." Barcelo was very straightforward. It seemed that when he came, he obviously heard something from Gould, and his tone was very gentle. This would be the best. Siben is so stupid, he promises that he can't help but want to bludgeon them.

"You should have a car yourself, follow us."

Barcelo pointed to a pickup truck parked not far away, and glanced at the bullet holes on it. He didn't know that it was pulled out from that garbage dump, so it can still move? Neither is the windshield.

Is it so difficult for the dog head mercenary group?

But then I thought about it again, even if they can earn 30,000 US dollars a day, 17 people, each of them is not much, and there are expenses, I am afraid that this is really not enough to support a team.

Not to mention those PMC companies, the smallest ones cost at least hundreds of thousands of dollars a month.

Wars make money, but they also burn money.

"Follow closely, don't lose it." After Tang Dao finished speaking, he got into the co-pilot of the armored vehicle, patted the seat cushion, which was covered with dust, and then made a prayer posture, "God bless, make money today."

"Boss, God will not bless such an outrageous request."

"Then who can bless you?" Tang Dao asked, turning his face sideways.

"Hermes, he is the **** of wealth."

Tang Dao suddenly realized, and then changed his belief with a beautiful moral bottom line, "Hermes, bless me to make money."

Osborne and Witt have never seen such a direct Chinese!

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