Chapter 937: : Hello, I'm a villain

Mutasim opened his eyes, saw the dazzling lights above his head, his pupils shrank, and subconsciously turned his head away. In his vision, he vaguely saw four or five people sitting around, and a group of people wearing turbans were Eating hot pot.

The pungent fragrance penetrated from the nasal cavity and stirred deeply in the cerebral cortex, coupled with the severe pain on his body, Mutasim couldn't help but let out a soft cry, which made the group of people stop. down.

In a daze, I heard someone talking, and then a white male came over, pinched Mutasim's chin and looked around, nodded in satisfaction, and said with a smile, "He's still alive."

A muscular man in overalls came over, tilted his head condescendingly, looked at Mutasim, smiled at him, and waved his hands in front of his eyes, "Can you hear me?"

Mutasim nodded, only a little dullly.

The man breathed a sigh of relief, motioned to the younger brothers behind him to help him up, then handed him a compressed biscuit, and put a bottle of water beside the bed, "I belong to the 7th Division of the Somali Intelligence Department. My name is Sobes, you can contact me in Tripoli."

Seeing the blank look in Mutasim's eyes, Sobes crossed his arms, "You want to ask us how we know your driver is going to kill you, right?"

The latter hesitated for a while, nodded, and tried to speak. He hadn't eaten for a long time, and his voice was a little hoarse, making a humming sound.

"This is our job." Sobeth's words were a bit forceful. He is also a sensible person. If there is no change, Mutassim will definitely take the position of the new king of Libya. He said in front of him that the intelligence department How to hang, it's like saying in front of someone's husband, how is your wife.

This is not good, and Sobes will have to face it.

Just give him a meaningful smile.

Let them make up the rest by themselves. The name of the seventh place is indeed deeply engraved in Mutasim's head.

"Okay, sir, let us tell you that your driver was bought by Hannibal. We know that you have a good relationship, and you don't believe us. This is a video." Sobeth said, gesturing to a person standing on the radio The colleague on the side clicked on it, and the effect of this Sony is not bad.

"My brother is coming back? God, I don't want to see him, he makes me sick." There was a voice on the radio that Mutasim knew very well. It was the voice that told him when his father was still there Hannibal defended Libya together, but now it sounds like the other party's tone is very frivolous and also smug.

Mutasim clenched his fists.

What follows is **** other brothers, as well as a kind of longing after he ascended the throne.

"Hannibal!"

Mutasim shouted in a hoarse voice unwillingly, his breathing was a little short, and Sobes immediately comforted him, "You'd better calm down first, I think if you go to take revenge now, I'm afraid you will be killed by his guards."

Sobeth was afraid that his blood vessel would burst.

If they get excited and burp their farts, they will have to go to a military court.

The Somali intelligence department, especially the seventh office where he works, is known internally as a "cleaning house", which means that any dangerous and difficult work is done by them. Except for benefits, the annual funds will not be treated badly for them.

More than 400 million U.S. dollars a year, just give it to this place!

The intelligence agencies together have more than 1 billion US dollars a year in funding. Maybe this is a bit worse than Eagle Sauce, John Bull or even rabbits, but it has to be said that there are still many "desperadoes" who are willing to join.

Because of the shortage of personnel, the intelligence department highly respects the temporary employment system. Of course, equal pay is also paid for equal work, but there are some differences in benefits. After internal training, they will be dispatched. For example, Sobes was once a mercenary. But he's not an idiot, he's a hacker, an NYU graduate, you can't tell from his muscles.

He admired Tang Dao very much, thinking that he was a man who subverted the times.

After passing the political, military skills, and IQ assessments, Sobes was recruited as a full-time employee, and he was put in charge of Libyan affairs.

It should be regarded as recruitment. If the task is completed well, there will also be internal rewards. In addition to US dollars, luxury houses, luxury cars, and global travel can be found in everything. At the end of last year alone, the department issued 21 Rolls-Royces as rewards. Sponsored by Redeemer Corporation.

But the price exceeded tens of millions, and everyone was shocked by this big deal.

Is this the joy of having a rich boss?

However, if the mission fails, there will be an explanation in the military court. If it is a command error, the skin will be peeled off, so Sobes "comforts" Mutasim to take it easy.

"Learn from me, take a deep breath, yes, yes, the doctor told you not to get excited now, your bones are broken and you need to recuperate." Sobes didn't feel ashamed at all when he said this, if he hadn't been hit by a semi-trailer, the other side's ribs Absolutely not, but he also had a reason, after all, it was safe.

Who is safe you ask?

Of course we are safe.

Mutasim doesn't care about it now, his chest is heaving rapidly, he breathes hard, the pain makes him try to calm down, when he opens his eyes and breathes a long sigh of relief, he is already the person whom Cardo Zuo praised as: the most like His own successor.

"What's your plan to help me?" said Mutasim, who can only rely on external forces now.

Sobes smiled, "It's very simple, kill all your brothers, and only you are left, and you can be in power, but I don't recommend this method, because the Libyan people will think that you are unscrupulous, this is not a civilized leader Should have the air."

Naturally, Mutasim would not choose this thing, kill them all? By what? Will Somalia do this for itself? This is simply risking the world, he can be as shameless as Yingjiang in the world. There is only one rabbit.

"What's more, ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ With your power, we obtained Ka Dazuo's will, and he declared you to be his heir." Sobes said suddenly.

Mutasim was taken aback, his breath suddenly tightened, he raised his head and looked at the other party, but immediately maintained a skeptical attitude, thinking that the other party was lying, "Is this fake?"

"Is this important? Mr. Mutasim, no, the president!" Sobes adjusted the address in a special way. This is to stimulate the other party with words, and at the same time, it also arouses the unwillingness of the other party. This is an art.

Cardano's will?

It doesn't matter whether he said it himself, what matters is whether anyone outside believes it, Somalia believes it, the pan-alliance believes it, then Mutasim is legal.

"You should stand up and resist! You don't want to die in the garbage dump, Hannibal is not a simple character." When Sobes spoke, his eyes couldn't help but cast down, it looked like an eagle, staring at prey.

Mutasim is an ambitious man. Of course, he will not be caught like this. If he can't live with honor, he will die with honor. This man's head is very strong, even if he is caught by Yingjiang later, the same is true.

He knew that Libya would plunge into war for this.

but…

He can't just get caught!

Let Libya and the world crown themselves!

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