Chapter 937: :get away!
Sobes closed the door gently, his eyes still lingering on Mutasim inside for a moment.
What they are renting is a villa covering an area of more than 200 square meters. The original owner has immigrated, and they bought it through formal channels. If you say that the Libyan intelligence department does not know this place, I am afraid it is a bit proud, but the three caves of the cunning rabbit, simply Bess has more than just this place in Tripoli.
When they reached the balcony, several colleagues were already waiting. When they saw him coming out, they all looked at Sobes in unison. The latter had a cigarette in his mouth, squinted his eyes, and exhaled, "According to Plan B."
Plan B is to take Mutasim out of Tripoli, and then pull out a team for him. He has money, at least a billion dollars in the Swiss bank. He will not be stingy, so the bear boy also has his responsibility.
Somalia will support him, that is, in terms of the price of weapons and equipment. This has to let the savior company eat a wave first, and it would be a bit embarrassing not to squeeze his blood.
Of course, this is all left to the professionals.
What they want to do now is to send Mutasim out safely. Hannibal will definitely not let it go. Sobes raised his head, "How is the situation outside?"
"I was very nervous. We are all in the army. Martial control has been implemented in Tripoli. I was questioned three times when I went out," said one of the colleagues.
"So strict."
Sobeth murmured, "Looks like we need to seek help from the outside world." He paused, "Report this news to the higher-ups, and let the higher-ups solve the headache."
With a wave of his hand, he took his colleagues to retrieve the weapon. The guy who eats, when the time comes, he will bring a burden. If he is discovered, he must stand out.
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Libya's documents are reported at the first time according to the top-secret level, and the priority is to jump in the queue. No matter how late it is, they must go to the intelligence chief's desk, and after reviewing it, they will be in front of Tang.
"How is the follow-up arrangement of Plan B?" Tang Dao put the documents on the table, crossed his hands, and asked.
"We have sent a batch of munitions to the Rabyana Desert in Kufra Province, worth about 20 million U.S. dollars, and 11 newly developed desert war robots. According to your instructions, they are all given to him. It's rather chaotic, and there are a lot of desperadoes. With Mutasim's worth, he can pull out an army, but if he wants to fight against Hannibal, I'm afraid..." The little angel shook his head, not very optimistic.
Of course, these 11 desert war robots are not the Terminator type, but they have a 360-degree viewing angle, infrared automatic capture, and a machine gun with about 300 rounds of ammunition. They are very short, and the length may not exceed 40 centimeters. The product of the military industrial research institute, of course, will soon become one of the weapons of the Somali army.
It is equipped with bulletproof sheets all over its body, and it is almost impossible to blow it up at once. If it is not resolved, hundreds of bullets will be greeted.
The overall weight is only 30 kg. The company is developing how to continue to expand the number of bullets filled. Of course, it would be better if grenades can be launched.
Tang Dao has to be generous, don't let Mutasim be stunned by those militants in the desert.
"As long as he is not an idiot, he will be able to gain a firm foothold in the Raipyanai Desert. At that time, the process of the war will be left to us." Tang Dao said.
The pan-alliance is ready, Tanzania compares his eyes with the big brother behind him, and immediately understands, adding new and old grudges together, when the time comes, the other party will die, and the other three in F4 will follow Tang. Yes, naturally willing to send troops.
But overall, there were no more than tens of thousands of people, and there was no big move. The most important thing was Yingjiang player. After Ka Dazuo died, Tang Dao actually received a call from the Pentagon.
Yingjiang thinks that Somalia is his new pony in Africa. Of course, Rabbit thinks it is a good partner. (Anyway, you are useful, you are a brother, I will take you with me when there is meat to eat, if you ask them to pay to help, we will just meet by chance.)
It's very straightforward over there. I hope Somalia will support the eagle sauce to attack Libya at the spoils conference. Is there a reason: it is suspected that it has weapons of mass destruction.
Of course, it’s okay if Somalia doesn’t support it, I’ll do it anyway!
Someone in Tang greeted Mutasim when he was supporting Mutasim. At that time, Ying Jiang grinned his teeth, drooled, and barked hard. Yes, it's already broken.
When it is confirmed that Ka Dazuo hiccups, this good guy has turned into a dog directly, and he is about to go up and bite. Naturally, Tang Dao will not pull it. What is his identity, people will ignore him? When you can use the points to redeem the mushroom cloud technology in the system, then you can really run rampant.
Of course, this is just a joke. If you look at Beibang, then look at Baixiang. The most important thing is to learn how to maintain it.
I can't dance yet, I have to get up and listen to my brother continue to be excited.
The top executives of the Pentagon may think that Tang Dao is a good friend, and they didn't hide it, and they directly invited him to join. The time was July 11, 1996!
There is not much time left. The army must be ready for the selection. The first wave is definitely bombing, and then the sledgehammer will be pressed, and then the small hammer will be done.
"The only thing to do now is to safely **** Mutasim out of Tripoli, and if they need support, continue to send people in."
"I understand." The little angel nodded.
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In the early morning, the first ray of sunlight pierces Tripoli.
Sobeth was driving an off-road vehicle at a high speed, behind him sat Mutasim wearing sunglasses and two colleagues ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The license plate number belonged to the Ministry of Internal Affairs.
"There is a guard ahead." The co-pilot's colleague said.
Sobeth chewed his gum, calmly, the vehicle slowed down, and drove slowly. Someone came out and waved a flag to signal him to stop. When the car stopped, he saw a lieutenant walking over.
The car glass slid down, and Sobes spoke first in fluent Arabic with a regional dialect, "Check what?" He said in a very cooperative manner, and motioned for his colleagues to open the plaque, as if to take out the certificate.
The lieutenant glanced at the back seat, looked over, and stared at Mutasim's face. The latter became visibly nervous. He squeezed his hand hard, sweating. I'm going to panic.
Although he wore a beard and a wig, he was still nervous.
"Where are you going?" the lieutenant asked casually.
"Mission of the Ministry of the Interior, do you want to hear?" Sobes said.
The lieutenant muttered something, then waved at the person, signaling to remove the obstacle. Sobes smiled, looked up at him, and then kicked the accelerator and rushed out.
Martial law?
Whoever still has thoughts, everyone has to muddle through. It is not known who is in charge now. The boss is dead, and the biggest backer of the army has collapsed. Many people are very confused.
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