Chapter 885: : War tentacles!

The only thing that can crack down on the Technology for Development Committee and silence them is the savior company that keeps launching new products and slaps them with facts.

But you have to say, the company really cares?

Stop making trouble, the more you block, the bigger my name will be.

Tang Dao was very busy with work at hand, but he still didn't forget the disgusting person. He pressed the landline, and the secretary on duty next door ran over. Hester Theodore, who has several jobs, doesn't have so much time, so , except for major events, people from the secretariat are on duty.

Mainly responsible for document receiving, issuing documents, etc., which seem to be a lot of trivial work, but at the very least, they must be loyal, so he spent 6,000 people to find a set, about 7 secretaries, graduated from ordinary universities, but full of experience , I have done that kind of work in grassroots companies for many years.

If you want to exchange for a senior secretary, these hearts are not enough.

"Marika, are you on duty today? Come to my office." Tang Dao said into the phone, and a female voice answered, and then heard the sound of high-heeled shoes in the corridor outside, and a plump black woman knocked on the phone. Knock on the door and walk in, "Boss, what's the matter?"

"Contact the staff in the French office, and send me a bouquet of carnations to Mr. Hansa's family funeral." Tang Dao pronounced the word "family" with special emphasis, as if to say that the whole family is dead, Pitiful.

Malika wrote it down, but she felt that she had to remind her boss, "Sir, carnations are not suitable for funerals."

Tang Dao raised his head, looked at her, and said with a smile, "I said it's appropriate, they won't care."

What can the dead care about?

Seeing that the boss was so determined and sensible, Malika stopped talking nonsense, and was about to leave when Tang Dao stopped him again, "Who did Zayed Al Nahyan visit later?"

The boss of the Yoruba tribe in the south is still stranded in Mogadishu and visits high-level officials every day, hoping that they can participate in the tribal war, but everyone is a smart person, and he has not received much support from Boss Tang. , I knew that the latter had his own thoughts and refused his visit, but this man...persevered when he said it nicely, and he was addicted to it when he said it poorly.

According to intelligence, only one-third of the Yoruba territory has been destroyed by someone. Zayed Al Nahyan here, perhaps, also has the idea of ​​asylum.

Malika looked blank, "I... I'll ask."

"Forget it, call the little angel for me." Tang Dao waved his hand and said.

The secretary hurriedly responded, and trotted out, her feet were still staggering, the high heels were too high, and she stumbled a little, Tang Dao was also worried when she saw it, and clicked twice, after a while, about three to five minutes, little The angel came.

Tang Dao put down the teacup and asked him the question just now.

Little Angel is now working part-time as the deputy director of the intelligence agency, and he is also busy. When he heard the boss's question, he frowned, "He went to see Ocassie this morning, but Mr. President didn't summon him. According to our informant , when he was in the waiting hall, he was very anxious and even smashed the ashtray."

Tang Dao raised his eyebrows when he heard this, moved his **** off the table, and said to the little angel, "Can we try to put our power in the south? You said, he also has two older brothers who have taken refuge in Kenya right."

"Well, according to the intelligence, the two older brothers ran away after his father's funeral and even applied for political asylum. They believed that their younger brother was the murderer who killed the old chief." The little angel paused for a moment, "According to the secrets we know, it is indeed possible inside."

"Oh? Kill your father and force your brother?" Tang Dao said with a smile, but suddenly he became vigilant in his heart, and turned his head to ask, "Did you pretend that anger when you talked to me before?" The more I think about it, the more I feel something is wrong. Could it be that a southern chief with such means can get angry so easily?

And it was against someone Tang who was countless times stronger than him?

Africa is also extremely anti-mixed, especially the chief family. They think that their blood is noble and they are the spokesperson of God. Not just that fragile.

It's like the fat brother from Bangzi's family later on, do you think he is stupid?

He is shrewd!

Don't underestimate anyone. Tang Dao always feels that this guy will do anything for his own benefit. If he doesn't get what he wants in Somalia, will he look for foreign aid? Like…Ethiopia or whatever.

"Keep an eye on him! Find someone to watch him. Even if a mosquito enters his room, I must know his characteristics. Also, contact Kenyatta and help me talk to Zayed Al Nahyan's brother let's talk."

Since the Yoruba cannot withstand the attacks from other tribes, at this time, you said that if there is a son of an old chief who has a more pure blood, in the name of avenging his father and saving the Yoruba, he will lead an elite army to attack Kazakhstan. Lardère, when the time comes, who has the final say on this land?

African chiefs are inherited. If...the sons are all dead, then at this time, the Mogadishu authorities can fully accommodate this tribe into the country in the name of "respecting the wishes of the dead chiefs", reducing the consumption of internal conflicts. The play is called: Take the chief to order Yoruba.

After getting Harardeire, using this port as an assault point, soldiers and ammunition can be continuously transported. As long as the time comes, it can go west or north, and it is no problem to push the entire Somalia horizontally.

Tang Dao was thinking darkly.

The little angel is the boss's roundworm. Once someone Tang spoke, he knew what to do, "I will contact you personally. I will follow up on this matter. Zayed Al Nahyan, I will send A few confidantes from the Intelligence Bureau have come down, and they are very reliable."

"I leave it to you." Tang Dao smiled, touched the lighter in his hand, and fiddled with it, and said, "It won't be long. In the election in the second half of the year, I must take the position. I will try to win within two years. Unify Somalia!"

This is the first time he has expressed his inner thoughts to his own people.

Somalia, which has been in chaos since the 1960s, wants to achieve real centralization in its own hands.

"Please!" Tang Dao said solemnly.

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Somalia National Hotel.

This is jointly funded by the company and the government. It is not open for business. The main guests are local chiefs and their companions who come to Mogadishu, or visiting envoys from other countries. At present, some countries' agencies in Somalia are also here. Safety, no irrelevant personnel are allowed to enter within 100 meters, and armed security personnel are everywhere watching 24 hours a day.

Extremist organizations announced more than once that they would blow up here. At the beginning of the year, a suicide car rushed over, but it was discovered by stomach problems. When it was 100 meters away, an RPF shot killed it. The explosion sounded loudly, half a motorcycle Gadisha could hear it, and with this excuse, more than a dozen people in charge were recruited.

This should be the safest place besides the savior's base and the chief's office.

Zayed Al Nahyan lives on the 4th floor, in a suite of about 200 square meters. He has an ugly face with his legs crossed, and deep worry and haste in his eyes. With a cigarette in his hand, he There were still a few of his confidantes standing in the room, also holding their breath, not daring to speak out.

He is very strict, even perverted, the chiefs are more or less mentally ill, some like to eat people, some like to eat children, some like to behead, some like to choose concubines, and Zayed What does Al Nahyan like?

He loves to hear other people's voices!

There is a very strange rule in the Yoruba tribe. Every year on his birthday, a melodious festival will be held, and the person with the best voice will be selected to take up the position of the tribe. Among them, even screaming is fine, in order to cater to him This hobby, the whole tribe, is full of yin and yang every day.

In his harem, several well-known names were selected.

You can be ugly! But the sound must be nice, this is a voice control.

Boom boom boom.

The knock on the door interrupted the silence in the house, and everyone looked towards the door. Zayed Al Nahyan nodded to a subordinate, who walked over to open the door, and there were two people standing at the door, "You guys Are you coming? Come in." He moved half of his body away and called people in.

Two people came in, one bowed respectfully, and the other stood with gloomy eyes, looking at each other aggressively. This was obviously not Zayed Al Nahyan's subordinate.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Gebreyesus." The big Yoruba brother said, stood up and hugged him with a smile on his face. The other party also patted him on the back and whispered in his ear, "Me too, Mr. Zayed, I came as soon as I received your message. Your choice is right."

Zayed's face was stiff when he heard the words, and he smiled.

"Somalia is not as grand as our Egyptian side. The whole country is controlled by that Asian. It is a shame. If a yellow man wants to enslave us, we have to resist." Gebreyesus was very excited, but Zha Jed didn't take much interest in that.

Don't care about our Somali affairs, if Nicholas is upset, go **** him.

It's not like avoiding like a bereaved dog.

But Zayed still followed his words, "Yes~www.wuxiaspot.com~So the Yoruba tribe wants to resist, but we need partners, we need reinforcements, we need help."

"So I'm here, aren't we friends?" Gebreyesus opened his hands. He belongs to the Ethiopian intelligence service, the Ethiopian Security Agency (INSA), which has been in Mogadishu for more than 10 years. In 2009, it was to collect intelligence, but since Mr. Tang arrived in Somalia, the situation has deteriorated day by day, and he was suppressed by the other party and could not hold his head up.

At this time, Zayed came to the door, wanting to seek external cooperation. As the person in charge, Gebreyesus also went out in person. He came here under the light, and his current name is the partner in Yoruba The member, the name has also changed, but the real person is dead!

The number of people is not small, the name is correct, who cares about your appearance in the hotel?

"My tribe is being attacked now, and I need a batch of weapons."

"No problem, all of these are fine." Gebreyesus agreed, leaned forward, and raised a finger, "We only have one request, you must rise up against the Ocassie government!" And emphasized that Nicholas's commitment to Somalia Harm, as long as you agree, all our forces will help you as much as possible, including Al Shabaab and the Court Alliance."

Sure enough, there are Egyptian operations behind these two organizations, and even some tribes in Somalia have already taken refuge. Otherwise, why can't those extremist organizations be wiped out?

I see!

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