Chapter 798: :madman! (No. 3

Tang Dao feels that this system has become a bit like a game "Island Tycoon" in later generations. They are all mobs. What kind of bicycles do you want, and you want democracy and freedom? Somalia is suitable for dictatorship. You can't let those ignorant blacks get mixed into the layout of the national policy. It's just ridiculous.

However, of course, this sentence cannot be said, after all, Africa is still black Africa, people of yellow race like Tang are alien species, he can only show his policy first in "Agua East".

the next day.

Tang Dao called all the senior executives of the company in Somalia together, with only one purpose, "Let me introduce this to you, Mr. Mittel Lin, a Princeton doctor of mathematics and engineering, who is also the general manager of the Aguadong Construction Department I hired. Consultant, he will be responsible for the entire construction of the town, come, we welcome."

As he spoke, he applauded himself first, and the boss spoke first. Hester Theodore and the others looked at each other and clapped their hands. Mittel Lin was a young man in his 30s, with eyes Very bright, with a crew-shaved head, he doesn't look like a schoolmaster at all, he smiles, warm as the sun, stands up, bows slightly towards everyone, looking very humble.

"If you don't understand anything in the future, you can ask Hester and the others." Tang Dao said with a smile to Mittel Lin.

"I will, and I will trouble everyone in the future." Mittel Lin looked at Hester Theodore. This secretary is a popular person in the boss's inner circle, so he has to say hello. It must be high emotional intelligence, but Princeton mathematicians must be. They regard the unknown as their lover and are always on the road of exploration.

What's more, Mittel Lin is a famous figure in Princeton University. He is the lead dancer of the tap dance club and a member of the basketball club, with an outgoing personality.

Hester Theodore also smiled and nodded when he saw the other party expressing goodwill.

Tang Dao saw that everyone was talking about the same, so he knocked on the table and raised his chin slightly, "Let the company arrange dinner, and call President Ocasie and the others together. By the way, prepare an office for him at the base. He is now The place is not safe anymore, and those pirates are ready to jump over the wall.”

Ocassie was definitely the target of those pirates. To this end, Tang Dao sent two elite troops to protect him, and within five minutes, air support could arrive, but he was still safe in the base.

"Boss, we have information from an informant in Moscow." After the meeting ended and the personnel came out scattered, Hester Theodore walked to Tang Dao and said softly.

"Gao Yang, you take Mittel to go around the town first, and we'll go there together after I get things done."

Someone from Tang waved to Gao Yang who was walking behind, patted Mittel on the shoulder and said, the former was startled, looked at Hester Theodore, nodded, and Mittel also knew The boss was going to talk about something important, and he followed Gao very readily, but before leaving, he looked behind at the secretary and the boss before leaving.

"What information?" Tang Dao took out cigarettes and matches from his pocket. He found that the smell of matches was more mellow recently, and he didn't know if it was a psychological effect.

"I'm afraid Yeltsin will die!"

The news of Hester Theodore was quite shocking. The match that Tang Dao had just held in his hand accidentally fell to the ground. He bent down to pick it up, and said, "This is terrible. It's not April Fools' Day, it's not funny."

This is Yeltsin. According to the script and the director's regulations, he can at least live until the millennium. It seems that he only hiccupped in 2007. What's going on now? Can the emperor still come to power?

"Although the attack on the National Hospital did not hurt him, the hospital believed that he was overly frightened and his condition was serious again." Hurst Theodore said, "Our people got the hospital's medical records."

Unless everyone is joking, but they should, not so bold.

Tang Dao took a deep breath, shoulders side by side on the stage, but he was also helpless. He put the cigarette in his mouth, but took it off again, and said to Hester Theodore, "I want Yeltsin's information at any time, **** it Yes, why so suddenly."

"Boss, I think we should find someone else to invest in."

Yeltsin did not have much entanglement with the interests of the Savior Company, but Tang Dao's sending of 10 million US dollars was a big face. During the Chechen War, they were like a non-staff company designated by the Russian military. Seeing that Messiah has the ability to accomplish anything on the battlefield for customers.

Logistical support, frontline breakout, intelligence sharing, weapon rental, etc.

They were all completed during Yeltsin's time in power. This old man is going to die, and he, Tang, is really reluctant...

"Can't you wait for yourself to gain a firm foothold in Somalia before you die? Fake." Tang Dao punched the wall, then folded his hands and grinned, sweating from the pain.

Hester Theodore and the little angel acted as if they hadn't seen it.

The way the boss expresses his emotions is always so prominent.

"Let's go, I hope God will give Yeltsin a little time to say goodbye."

Tang Dao is very depressed, he has both sides, the five permanent members of the world, in addition to France's pitfalls, he has to arrest himself, the relationship between the two parties is very tense, the other rabbits have no communication, but sooner or later there will be a cooperative relationship, and John Bull is a royal relationship Very well, many people in Yingjiang simply joined the Savior Company. Da Mao, who inherited Mao Xiong's inheritance, has always been the target of Tang Dao, but it seems that bad luck continues.

The same unlucky thing is the savior company. This investment was in vain. It is not known who will be in power next. The key is whether to recognize the company's legitimate interests in Chechnya.

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Yeltsin's condition worsened. Some people were uncomfortable and worried, while others were almost celebrating.

Rublev, 15 kilometers away from the Great Ring Road in the western suburbs of Moscow, is the favorite place for senior Russian officials to live. Of course, it is also upscale. Not everyone can do it, but Lebed definitely can.

The 14th Army's food expenses are slightly deducted for a year, which is enough for him to buy a small Bieye in Moscow.

Lebed's head was wrapped in gauze. During the attack a few days ago, he was still slightly injured. He was hit by a tile that fell off the wall. It was only a slight concussion, which was considered a blessing in misfortune, but his Two bodyguards, one of them was shot dead, and the other dragged him into the toilet before escaping.

He was holding a red wine glass in his hand, with a magazine on his lap, and sitting opposite was Middlekiff. The old man's face was not very good-looking, and he was also frightened. His left hand was still trembling. The tragedy is still lingering in my heart.

But his life was good, he didn't die, but he had a depression in his heart. He felt that Lebed was cold by nature. After the attack, the first thing he did was not to find himself, but to go to his mistress's house in Moscow, and when he came back, The other party didn't even have a word of condolences.

The first thing he did was ask him to find out how Yeltsin was doing.

Middlekiff was suspecting that he must be old and dizzy, thinking that he was a hero who could save the country, but he was just a lunatic who was crazy about power. Such a person should go to a mental hospital, not the Kremlin.

"Yeltsin is going to die. Is it possible for me to make progress?" Lebed said with a smile, but Midelkiff looked at him coldly and couldn't help interrupting his fantasy, "Including the former Soviet Union, there is no direct report from the Minister of Defense. to the President."

As soon as Lebed's smile subsided, he looked at Middlekiff who interrupted his fantasy very unhappy. He always felt that this old man had no discernment, and he was a little tired of the other party. Every time he was happy, the other party liked to throw cold water on him. The two sides just didn't speak, and they didn't like each other.

About three or four minutes passed like this.

Middlekiff finally spoke first, "General."

Lebed looked at him from the corner of his eye, waiting for his next words.

"I think I'm getting old. I'm leaving Moscow and going to Azerbaijan to retire. My son is there." After Middelkiff finished speaking, he waited quietly for Lebed to speak. The latter heard the words, Startled, frowning, and suddenly a little angry, "You want to leave me?"

"I'm old," Middlekiff said.

"Get out!" Lebed was very strong, stood up, and dropped the magazine and the wine glass on the ground. He was like a tiger that could eat people, staring at Middlekiff, gnashing his teeth, "You are betraying!" Just let the other party roll away~www.wuxiaspot.com~ This rolling word completely chilled Middlekiff.

He picked up his crutches, sighed, and walked out slowly. Seeing that he had reached the door, Middlekiff's body trembled at the sound of the gunshot, and then he jumped forward and fell to the ground. His eyes were full of dissatisfaction. I can't believe it, he wouldn't believe it until he died, that the person he tried his best to help turned out to be the one who killed him in the end!

Lebed walked up to him and fired two more shots at him, chanting, "You betrayed me! You betrayed me!" After firing all the bullets, he stopped. The security personnel outside heard The movement rushed in, and when they saw Middelkiff lying on the ground and Lebed holding a weapon, they were all stunned.

Then a little overwhelmed.

"Drag the corpse down." Lebed waved his hand and threw the pistol into the trash can. Someone will take care of it. He took a deep look at Middlekiff for the last time and went upstairs without looking back. This lunatic, It seems as simple as killing a chicken.

He returned to the room, turned on the radio, played soothing music, opened his arms as if holding a girl in his arms, danced under his feet, and hummed a ditty. Lebed's psychology was definitely not normal, he was a little Schizophrenia.

After dancing, he still bowed slightly like a gentleman. He was like a Russian nobleman in the middle ages, but he was more like a generation of demon monk Grigory Yefimovich Rasputin!

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