Chapter 939: :I will return!

After leaving Tripoli, Mutasim took off his clothes and beard in anger and dissatisfaction, and threw them out of the window, growling in a low voice, "Damn it!"

Sobeth, who was driving, glanced at him with the mirror, and smiled at the co-pilot who was also helpless. In this smile, he seemed to be comforting the other party, he was just a child.

"I must come back!" Mutasim said firmly, gritted his teeth, very much like his father's unwillingness when he was a young officer, but he hoped that he would also have the other party's life.

Sobes was as calm as coaxing a child, "Of course, you will definitely come back."

"Come back with the bazooka."

Sobeth kept this sentence in his heart, and conveyed the words of his superiors again, "The first batch of weapons we aided you, worth 20 million, has reached the Raibyanai Desert, enough for you to pull up a team."

"20 million?" Mutasim was stunned, and then he poked his head into the driver's seat uncomfortably, looked at Sobes, "Is Nicholas so stingy? What can this little weapon do? You know how much my father spent to build an army?" How much did you pay? At least hundreds of billions of dollars, what can I use to fight that **** Hannibal? Chinese Kung Fu?" He started laughing and shook his fist vigorously, his voice raised, "I want money, Want weapons! Want people!"

The members of the seventh office sitting at the back saw that Mutasim was in a bad mood, and fearing that he would go crazy at this moment, they immediately pulled him down and pressed him firmly in place. Looking very badly.

Sobeth was very calm, "You still have 1.7 billion U.S. dollars in Swiss Bank, and 700 million U.S. dollars in TFB Bank Group. These can be used to buy weapons or even hire troops. We are in contact with the military industry of the savior. Do you need to help you pull the line? This It was our boss who said that he can guarantee you a 20% discount."

After Sobes finished speaking, he also became bored, and he also had a headache.

In addition to his identity as the seventh office, he is actually an...agent. This is on the surface. Of course, it can also be regarded as a benefit of the Somali intelligence agency. As a company, if the business negotiation is successful, they can still get dividends.

Even more than those full-time salesmen.

The leader above said that as long as the multi-billion-dollar business is successful, 0.07% of the original basis will be added, which will add up to about 0.1 points, and there will be about 2 million US dollars!

Coupled with your own assets, you can enjoy retirement completely.

Of course, at least 10 years of service to the Seventh Office is a rule, but Sobes is also not willing to retire at such a young age. The money...is simply too easy to earn, and this is also a way for Tang Dao to maintain his motivation means.

If you follow him, you can make money at every turn. When you meet Mutasim, you can make millions. You pay but you also get rewards. Otherwise, if you just talk about feelings, you are a gangster. Who will mess with you?

As for the other members of Sobeth's action team, in addition to the salary of the intelligence agency, he must also share with everyone, especially in this case, everyone is like a grasshopper on a rope.

After listening to Sobes' words, Mutasim looked at them with a "really so" look, and didn't ask them why they knew their deposits in the Swiss bank. That was a stupid question.

"If you pay, you will be rewarded." Sobes said softly.

Then, the car became quiet, with an almost morbid calmness, and Sobes couldn't help but glance at Mutasim. According to what he said later in his memoir "Overthrowing a Country", he had never seen Such a quiet scene, even a funeral home would not be like this, I glanced at Mutasim, he was thinking, I don’t know what he was thinking, maybe, he was thinking, **** Hannibal with a knife, but , obviously, I guessed wrong.

"Row!"

After driving for about ten minutes, Mutasim suddenly said, "I want to contact Nicholas, I want to buy weapons!"

Everyone in the car laughed, and everyone made money together.

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"damn it!"

Cui Bo couldn't help swearing, picked up the book on the table, and threw it at the generals standing in front of him. The opponents didn't dare to move, and could only lower their heads, like a child who made a mistake.

Just now, Cui Bo heard the news.

Among the ex-chief veterans who were reorganizing in Mogadishu, there was a vicious incident of stealing guns and going out to kill people. They killed a local family of seven and were knocked down by the police who came on patrol.

The impact of this incident is extremely bad!

"General Cui..." The major general who was in charge of the reorganization was very anxious and wanted to explain. His heart was like a dog. Wow, to a certain extent they are the chief's personal army and enjoy high rights.

But now that Nicholas has come to power and abolished the real power of the chief, what do you rely on? Don't you rely on his army? If this kind of thing happened, needless to say, that person would be dead, but he was still young, and he didn't want to step down.

"Release Ferdinandez and detain him. When the time comes, see you in the military court! Take him away." Cui Bo waved his hand and said decisively. No matter how the other party shouted, he was dragged away by the guards.

"This matter is terrible! We must solve it quickly. Is the victim still alive?"

"No more, they were all killed. He was in a relationship with one of the victims, and then they broke up..." someone explained.

Cui Bo slapped the table with a fierce look, "Shoot! Damn, I will apply to my husband to live broadcast the death penalty in the army! Ferdinandez can't even manage the soldiers well, so he will go to prison for a few years."

"Now is Mr.'s rising stage. If something like this happens, do you think he can still be alright?"

The generals present were all silent.

They have the right to know that Somalia will send soldiers to Libya to "maintain peace" and they want to show it. With the current weapons and equipment~www.wuxiaspot.com~ even if they lose, they will not be miserable. Moreover, everyone is an intellectual. The minimum standing here is also a high school graduate, and they all understand that Tang Dao is going to start to make a sound in the African world, and at this juncture, if such a vicious incident occurs, some old forces outside and inside will definitely beep beep beep beep beep beep.

Of course, such things happen in any country!

But when it happens to yourself, it's beeping the dog.

Cui Bo took a deep breath, "The number of his brigade was revoked, and other soldiers were incorporated into the 212th brigade. All the leaders of the original unit were arrested and handed over to a military court for trial. Let me tell you, you must notify this matter. If this happens again I'll shoot whoever it is."

"Yes!"

Tired of cursing and cursing, Cui Bo waved his hand to signal them to leave. He took a sip from his teacup to moisten his throat, when he heard someone knock on the door, he yelled to come in, and then a black female captain came in.

"Minister, the staff department of the battle plan has been drawn up."

"Leave it here."

Cui Bo nodded, pointed his chin at the table, and the other party put it down, but before he left, the former was very puzzled, "Is there anything else?"

"Minister, there is a party tonight, do you have time?"

Cui Bo was startled, then looked at the black subordinate opposite, feeling a little headache.

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