Chapter 860: : Child, is the voice nice?

Delicate and subtle emotions flashed across Ocasie's face, and his first thought was: Rampant!

Sure enough, as rumored, Gaddafi's second son is a man with a bad head. Didn't you see a photographer next to him? This is going to be on the news!

But the other party still went his own way, and shouted again, "Who is Nicholas Tang! Farke, isn't this **** here?" His tone became very impatient, and his voice gradually increased, even surpassing the sound of the music at one point.

"I think you should be more civilized, Mr. Saif." A sentence interrupted the other party, and Ocasie immediately showed helplessness when he heard the voice.

The little angel came out and stood in front of Saif, looking down at him. This posture made the bodyguards around the latter tense and stared at him closely.

The little angel gave them a disdainful look, then looked back at Saif, "You should apologize."

"Who are you! Are you Nicholas?"

Apologize? It is impossible, when did the prince of Libya say sorry.

Saif snorted coldly, "I don't talk to unidentified civilians."

Even if he was scolded by Gaddafi, he still couldn't change his arrogance. Ocasie watched from the side and thought of an interesting thing.

During the drought in Libya, Gaddafi asked Saif to go to Sirte to preside over the overall situation, but what did this guy do there? Eat, drink and have fun, and even bought a sports car with the 5 million US dollars supported by the state!

He is very fond of sports cars and has more than 10 sports cars of various models in his garage.

This behavior made Gaddafi furious, where is Sirte? That's where his dream started, the old home of the Gaddafi family.

These are his own people, the soldiers of his personal guards are all recruited from this place, they are loyal and reliable, but it is his own territory, and Saif has to make a move.

The "South African Times" even reported that Gaddafi asked Saif why he did what he did, but the other party said: civilians should not enjoy state funding, they should die themselves, so as not to waste food.

I don't know if this is true or not, but Ocasie, who was studying in South Africa at the time, clearly remembers that he thought it was a joke, but it turned out to be as rampant as the rumors said.

The nine sons of the dragon are all different.

The little angel was also straightforward, opened his suit, took out a gun from inside, and directly pressed Saif's head. This action was so simple that the bodyguards behind the latter didn't react, just like spectators, watching helplessly. Waiting for a reaction, he hurriedly yelled and drew out his weapon to point.

"I don't believe you dare to shoot..." Saif said with a firm head while his right eyelid was twitching.

"Peng!"

The little angel shot towards his ear, and the bullet grazed Saif's scalp and hit the thigh of the bodyguard behind him, who fell to the ground and howled while clutching his wound.

The sound of the gun was deafening to the ears.

Saif's ears were still buzzing, his eyes were wide open, full of disbelief, his face was burning with pain, his body was trembling, and there was a sarcasm in his ear, " Tell me, do I dare to kill you with a car?"

Made!

Snake spirit disease!

Saif wanted to keep going, but when the gun was turned around, he swallowed his words wisely.

Ocasie stared blankly from the sidelines. This will definitely be an important chapter in the history of Somalia, and it will even become a "joke" in the whole world. When welcoming visitors, he shot!

He winked at the people around him, raised his chin slightly, and pointed at the reporters who were still taking pictures. The meaning was obvious, telling them not to record. It is still easy to speak in Somaliao Kasi, unless you don’t want to get confused Oh, freedom of the press?

Is your name ABC or BBC?

The confidant complied, and took people over to "talk." Ocassie frowned, watching the little angel's scalp go numb, he didn't know if his face was enough, but he was also very dissatisfied with Saif , are you here to mess things up?

Swearing at people by name, are the people from the Savior Company really good?

"Apologize!" the little angel yelled, which startled everyone, Saif's legs and feet almost gave way, he is a hard-nosed person, and when he was yelled at like this, he quickly apologized in horror, "I'm sorry!"

"waste."

The little angel said disdainfully, "That means your surname is Gaddafi, otherwise, hehe. The boss is waiting for you in Aguadong. Be good and don't make Mr. Tang angry, otherwise you will have to die in Somalia." "He didn't mean to persuade him to be sensible, but if Boss Tang got angry, he would suffer from a mental illness. At that time, everyone would be afraid.

Saif swallowed hard, he didn't dare to refute, but he also had the impulse to **** the weapon from the bodyguard's hand, and then shot the **** white man. The impulsive person's mind is like a muddle, but he really doesn't have this Courageous, he is afraid of death.

This is Somalia, even if you kill someone and run away, they will shoot you down.

Ocasie knew it was time to stand up. He stood between the two, pulled the little angel down, and said to Saif, "Let's go to the presidential palace."

"I want to see Mr. Nicholas..." Saif still put on his honorific title sensiblely, and glanced at the little angel, who was looking at him with a mocking face, which strongly stimulated his dignity, and his eyes were erratic Even if they dared to look at each other, they could only curse in their hearts, Mad, madman.

There is no such thing as normal. I am the son of Gaddafi. Is this welcome?

People who are snubbed never look for problems on their own, they just blame others, their personalities don't change, never will.

Ocasie glanced at the little angel, feeling very helpless, which meant, "Look, it scares people like this." He said to the government officials behind him, "Re-arrange the route, go to Aguadong, and ambulance Where's the car? Why hasn't it come yet." He pointed to the injured Libyan bodyguard, who was almost dead.

"I'll arrange it now." The official in charge of the president's itinerary said quickly, still holding the walkie-talkie in his hand, and pointed to the security personnel next to him, asking them to carry the injured to the airport infirmary first, at least to stop the bleeding.

This Mogadishu airport was also contracted by the savior company, and the name was not changed, but many necessary equipment rooms were built, such as infirmary, lounge, and VIP reception room, as well as a canteen. Based on the **** of the Somali government, these things are What?

Can I eat it? Can food production be increased?

They think these are bells and whistles, and even the company donated 4 ambulances to the hospital, but they are facing the patients in Mogadishu, so...a drop in the bucket, so they stipulated that one call for an ambulance has to be paid 20,000 Somali shillings, plus 100 a kilometer, made things slightly better.

The price is high, and sometimes the supplies are too short!

However, Undertaker Sparks is free and comes with a gift box.

After Ocassie gave orders, they were almost at Aguadong, and the ambulance came slowly. The shortage of medical staff made them only two people in the car, a doctor and a nurse. The next notice.

"Amputate!"

MD, Trailblazer veterinarian?

Saif and Ocasie were in a car, looking at the desert roses growing on the roadside, which added a bit of beauty to this desert city. When it got closer to Aguadong, the plants on the roadside became The famous local banana.

Bananas in Somalia are famous all over the world. The taste is like vanilla cream. It is known as "the sweetest banana in the world", and thus won the reputation of "Banana Kingdom".

In addition to supplying the domestic market, Somali bananas are also exported to Italy, the Middle East and other regions in large quantities. In the late 1980s, under the heavy investment of Italian and American fruit companies, the Somali banana trade reached its peak. In 1990, the annual export volume of Somali bananas reached 96 million US dollars.

The thriving banana trade was interrupted by the outbreak of the Somali civil war in 1991.

The war is also known as the "Banana War" as various armed factions battle to control the banana trade.

Of course, the Aguadong City Hall under Tang Dao’s command will not forget this special product. They found the local banana farmers, gave them policies, exempted them from tax within two years, and gave them loans with almost no interest. A plantation with an area of ​​about 10 mu was built outside the east.

It can meet the needs of self-production and self-sale in the Mogadishu area.

When the car drove outside the small town of Aguadong, it was strictly scrutinized. The armed officers with weapons ignored Ocasie's license plate. They only obeyed the rules of the town and were not allowed to enter with weapons. The president's bodyguards He listened obediently, and the "guest" from Libya was obviously not very cooperative.

Good guy, arrange for the Vulcan cannon at the door!

"Listen to them." Saif frowned, said displeasedly, and pinched his nose, and said to Ocassie in a muffled voice, "It seems that in Somalia, the presidential palace doesn't have much face."

Ocassie smiled at this alienation method, and admitted it very bachelorly, "Yes, the Mogadishu Savior Company has the final say, if you want to live in peace, you have to listen to them, it's best, don't be too Arrogant." He said, looking at Saif.

"Hmph." The second prince of Libya snorted coldly, looking at the children chasing cars outside, with indescribable disgust in his eyes, his body was dirty, which was too far from Libya.

Almost every household in Libya owns a car. The slightly better ones include BMW, Audi, Mercedes-Benz, modern construction, bars, hotels, highways, airports, etc. are first-class, but what about Somalia? There are also people in sloppy clothes, and bananas are still grown outside the city. How many years has it been? No progress at all.

Saif was fascinated by the education in the western world, and all he saw was modern style. Somalia has never seen this style before. Whose decoration is so exciting?

He finally found some sense of accomplishment. When he came down, he stepped on the ground and planned to find an excuse to laugh at it, but the closer the land is to the inside, the better it will be repaired. If the money goes down, the road won't be full of potholes, right? He was a little reconciled to not finding it this time, but he still kept his mouth shut, because the little angel got out of the car.

"follow me."

The little angel waved his hand and whispered a few words to Hester Theodore who came out. Saif also saw the other party pointing at himself, and the latter looked at him with meaningful eyes. He was familiar with the look in his eyes, the same way he looked at people when he shot someone in a bar.

Saif felt cold all over, and subconsciously looked at Ocassie. He should be the only one who can help him at this time, and his heart was full of regrets. You said you quarreled with your father and quarreled. What are you pretending to be? Think you can handle it? People don't give you face at all.

He wants to go home.

"Come in, what are you doing standing at the door, your people follow the servants to the side hall, there are people entertaining you over there." The little angel said impatiently seeing Saif still standing below, the latter could only force himself Scalp followed, how arrogant she was at the beginning, now how cowardly she is.

Those bodyguards wanted to follow, so they were invited to the side. If you want to move around, their guns are pointed at you, so you can only obediently follow to the side hall.

Saif followed the little angel into the hall, and there was an oil painting hanging on the front wall. If you read it correctly, it should be an oil painting on wood by the Italian painter Rafael Sansi. ", he liked this kind since he was a child, and couldn't help but look at it twice.

"This painting is not bad, I like it very much." A gentle voice reached his ears, Saif turned his head quickly, and saw an Asian standing beside him, wearing a shirt, very casual, but But he set off his figure well, wearing a customized Citizen watch in his hand, smiling, with dimples on his face.

Nicholas Tang!

When he saw the real person with his own eyes, Saif lost his arrogance in an instant, and instead had fear on his face.

The king of private arms, the weapon supplier of the Libyan National Defense Forces, the person who eats the most after the fall of the bear, a frequent customer on the Interpol most wanted list, and now a serious businessman.

"I spent 21 million pounds to take the picture." Tang Dao said, pointing to the painting.

"Shouldn't this be in the Pitti Museum in Florence?" Saif said so honestly, and young people like to argue.

Tang Dao squinted at him, "That's fake."

Saying this, Saif will know that Florence has been stolen. Do you think people worth more than tens of billions of dollars will lie? Especially this kind of nutritious lie.

As long as you have money, isn’t it just letting someone steal a painting? Isn't that simple?

Some thieves are serving the rich ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ If the Statue of Liberty was not too big, it would have been stolen and sold long ago.

"Please sit down, kid. I've talked to your father on the phone. Don't worry, he asked me to take good care of you." Tang Dao pointed to the sofa, talking, and laughed to himself, "What can happen to you here? I I have been good friends with Mr. Gaddafi for a long time."

"However, you haven't been well recently. My agent has a bad temper. You can't kill him, right? This makes people outside laugh at me." Tang Dao spread his hands and crossed Erlang's legs, looking very embarrassed "I can't do anything to you, so how about it, if you kill my people, I'll kill yours." He snapped his fingers.

Then there was a burst of shooting and screams in the side hall next to it.

Tang Dao squinted, his left finger was still lighting up with the rhythm, and Saif turned pale with fright, and killed them all! That was his confidant bodyguard. The longest one had been with him for more than ten years. His lips trembled slightly, and he looked at the other person in horror.

After the gunshots stopped, Tang Dao opened his eyes, raised his red wine glass, and saluted Saif, "Cheers." After drinking it in one gulp, it was like drinking from a cow. Does this psychopath know what a gentleman is?

"Do you want to hear anything else? My child." Tang Dao put down the cup, leaned over his body, and asked with a smile.

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