Chapter 367: :small gift
In the afternoon in Boston, the quiet spring breeze caresses the branches and blows the rippled water.
Wearing safety gear, Tang Dao rode a horse and trotted in the manor. He fell in love with this kind of sport that was considered elegant in the British upper class, but in fact, it was just an impulse of a man. Wherever you go, conquer!
That man doesn't have dreams of charging into battle? The heroism of fighting in the sea of corpses and blood?
When equestrianism becomes a so-called high-class activity, it is just a way to castrate blood.
Leek should be a good leek.
When Tang Dao ran back on his horse, the staff of the farm came up to help him hold the horse, so that he could get off smoothly, and touched the mane on the neck of "Kidd", who was affectionately in his palm I rubbed my heart.
This "Kidd" is the name he gave his beloved horse.
A Nordic king, a 4-year-old Orlov horse, a "god horse" that came out of a Danish fairy tale, was bought by this farm for the exclusive purpose of selling it to the upper class, but his price was too high It extinguished the thoughts of many people, and just when the people who really liked it were about to sell, they had already been bought.
$170,000!
But it’s like keeping a car, it’s not just bought, the farm also equipped it with three to five full-time breeders, and let it enjoy a massage service every day, even the forage is the best, and it is equipped with There is a private veterinarian.
Animals do sometimes live more comfortably than humans.
"Boss." Brother Xiao Ma handed over the towel, and Tang Dao took it and wiped the sweat off his face, picked up the drink brought by the staff, and sipped it down. It was quite cool in this weather, and said with a smile, "You Do you want to try it too? Riding a horse is much more comfortable than riding an X."
"I'm afraid that if I fall down later, it will be ugly." Xiao Ma also smiled. He is already handsome, but when he smiles, he looks like a star with the surname Zhou. If he grows a beard, his charm It is lethal to women of any stage.
Tang Dao didn't force himself, the two walked side by side on the small road on the farm, surrounded by bodyguards, it was a rare time to enjoy.
"Boss, Jeremy Beverly bought a plane ticket back to Miami." Xiao Ma, who is in charge of monitoring and managing intelligence, said softly. It is too easy to know a person's whereabouts in Boston, even if the so-called personal privacy is blunt. Well, that's just a little benefit for the leeks, but when necessary, who cares about it?
Tang Dao walked slowly, and said with a smile, "Mr. Jeremy Beverly thinks that the food in the hospital is not good? You are in such a hurry to go back to Miami."
Brother Xiao Ma softened his tone, "Should we..."
"It's not the time yet." Of course Tang Dao understood what the other party wanted to say, and pulled off the shirt on his body, "Jack and Mr. Charlie won't let me succeed. This era is no longer the 1940s and 1950s. Shopping malls are not about shopping malls." Shasha, shopping malls are sophisticated."
Brother Xiao Ma also agrees when he hears this.
Do you think that when he was in HK, he thought he was loyal to his brother, but why was it the so-called brother who gave him the knife in the end? There are never real friends in the mall.
"Boss, there is one more thing. Mr. Mister from Somalia called, but he refused to tell me anything, just said to call back later."
"Oh?" Tang Dao raised his tone, making Mister so cautious that he didn't even tell others that something big must have happened, but it was obviously within his control. "Go get the phone."
A bodyguard next to him trotted over and brought the satellite phone from under the rest tent.
In the **** place of Somalia, you can only use satellite phones, but the disadvantages are: the price is too expensive, about two dollars a minute, and it is easy to be monitored, after all, you are borrowing someone else satellite.
What Tang Dao knows is that after entering the millennium, countries and even private organizations pay more and more attention to satellites, and the degree of informatization is becoming popular. Giants including Armor Organization, CACI Corporation, Diligence LLC and other giants will launch communication satellites on their own, and The next level, such as Heishui, will borrow Yingjiang's satellite to open its own channel.
But at present, this is not what Tang Dao can imagine.
A satellite costs at least hundreds of millions of dollars, and if it is expensive, it can be as high as 800 million dollars! Including follow-up maintenance, other people in the consortium will not agree. You want them to invest before you let them see the money? It is simply a fantasy.
However, it should be sooner or later.
The intervention of information warfare will allow umbrella companies and air support forces to have the power of radiation.
certainly…
There are too many things that are needed here.
What Tang Dao has to do now is to do a good job of "non-staff special forces", serve Yingjiang and his gang better, and get more benefits.
The call was made, and it was quickly connected.
"Hello? Mogadishu.BHS..."
This is followed by the acronym for Umbrella.
"I'm looking for a judge."
"Hold on."
…
About a minute later, Mister's voice came from the microphone, "Boss?"
"What's the matter?" Tang Dao walked in the sun.
"I found a bug in the headquarters, took a bite, and was beaten to death by me."
Bugs = traitors.
In order to prevent being monitored by certain organizations, Tang Dao stipulated a series of secret codes, including some slang words. In court, these are not considered as evidence in court, so you have to be careful. The world, open your eyes and see, it is all black ! (Of course, also available in white!).
"We found something in there, a letter, and I'm going to fax it in."
"Of course, I thought, I'd love to see that."
Tang Dao squinted, with a smile on his face, but it always gave people a very pervasive feeling, "Check out other bugs, I think, a bug can't steal rice."
Mister was silent for a while, "Understood."
Perhaps because he sensed the low tone in the other party's tone, Tang Dao's voice became much softer.
"I know the burden on your shoulders is very tiring. You can leave it to others in the special training camp. During the time I am not in Somalia, you will replace John, and the umbrella will be handed over to you." When talking about John, Tang Dao's tone There are also obvious waves in the middle.
Tang Dao also finally knew why the former emperor was called "Lonely".
Everywhere you look, there are people who want your life, flatterers, or long-dead.
This so-called high place is just a person's solitary life.
"John's body is hidden in the freezer, don't let him rot." Finally, Tang Dao said something again.
"I see."
…
After hanging up the phone, Tang Dao threw the satellite phone to Brother Xiao Ma, the sadness in his eyes just flashed, and then he returned to the frightening Somali Eagle!
"Keep an eye on Jeremy Beverly. I don't believe he's going to leave. He's like a thief. Have you ever seen a thief who came and returned empty-handed? I understand. Dogs come and want Eat some shit."
The person who knows you best should be your opponent.
Jeremy. Beverly is very tricky~www.wuxiaspot.com~Constantly challenged on the edge of the rules of the game, this Tang Dao slapped him a few times, which made him dizzy, but now...
He is a piece of meat on the chopping block.
What Tang Dao wanted to think about was where to cut his sword.
Or fundamentally get rid of the Miami consortium.
There was a twinkle in his eyes, and the corner of his mouth raised slightly, "I remember that Mr. Michelle in Miami likes to collect bullets?"
Brother Xiao Ma frowned, is that the case?
He raised his head and looked at the boss's half-smile, and immediately shuddered, "Yes, he has."
"Send him a little present. He'll like it."
If the boss says yes, he has it!
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