Chapter 373: :funeral

Somalia, Mogadishu.

The center of the "oil barrel" in North Africa has been eerily quiet for the past two days.

Residents have not heard gunshots for a long time, and this kind of comfortable life makes people feel luxurious.

Of course, some people tried to provoke Tang Dao's decision-making, and he didn't need to take action at all. General Hassan could completely suppress the opponent.

In the "October 21" square in Mogadishu, it was full of solemnity, even the floor was washed several times with water, and there was a coffin in the huge mourning hall, and John lay quietly in it, making people pay tribute to him, the sky It was raining lightly, and the sky was rarely seen full of dark clouds. The whole atmosphere felt Asian from the very beginning. The pastor invited from South Africa was still trembling all over, and his eyes didn't know where to go went.

The entire square was full of big men in suits with flowers pinned to their chests, and on the commanding heights in the distance, there were heavy machine guns and snipers, showing it so unabashedly, as if warning some bold people , Don't come here in Mogadishu today.

9:00 in the morning.

The guests appeared one after another, but the order of the scene was still orderly.

Mister and Little Angel, who are in charge of security, have already made preparations here.

At 9:14, a special car with a special license plate came slowly, and Tang Dao in a white suit walked down with a grim expression, followed by Clemens from South Africa and Holden from Boston. This is Charlie His deputy, also one of the more outstanding young men in his family, was sent to attend the memorial service.

Horton actually refused, and he couldn't understand why Nicholas held such a memorial service. Isn't this another knife in the chest of those people in Miami? Horton felt that this was unnecessary and completely stupid, but what Charlie valued most about him was that although I felt uncomfortable, I didn't say anything, I just came with my ears and didn't express any opinions.

This kind of person is also a fox!

In order to ensure the safety of the venue, Hassan dispatched one hundred of the most elite guards. They were not armed with Russian weapons, but German Heckler-Koch G41 automatic rifles, and their equipment also included daggers, pistols, and grenades. , bulletproof vests, etc. The whole set will cost about 800 US dollars. Hassan intends to forge a 500-man guard, so the cost will be 400,000 US dollars, which can completely pull back a 2,000-person "guard" Crowd".

Tang Dao's company did him a favor at this time. They contacted Heckler & Koch, paid in full and purchased a batch of weapons and gave them to Hassan to show the friendship (benefit) between the two parties.

Moreover, the instructors who sent the umbrellas taught them some basic fighting qualities and close combat skills.

At least in this generation, this can be regarded as a strong soldier.

"Boss." Brother Xiao Ma trotted over, "The bosses are here."

Tang Dao nodded, looked at his watch, and walked towards the mourning hall. Brother Xiao Ma took Yu Shan, the bodyguard next to him, and held an umbrella for him himself. He was making waves, his right hand was in his pocket, and his straight tie made him look very tall, especially when there were dozens of people behind him.

Typical black and astringent meeting!

Tang Dao has gathered a certain amount of energy, and he wants to make it clear at this memorial service.

I want to share the cake too!

"This is Nicholas?" Someone asked in a low voice.

"The Somalia Falcon, my friend in Miami said that Michelle once said that he was greedy like Napoleon, but he also had respectable determination."

"God told me something was going to happen today."

"Is God your father?"

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After Tang Dao walked to the first row, these noises gradually became smaller to nothing.

The pastor who was invited was also a part-time host. He said a few simple words above, mainly because the bosses below were too imposing, and it was easy to make mistakes if he said too much.

"This host is not bad. I will look for him next time." Tang Dao tilted his head and said to Brother Xiaoma. That's not the case in Brother Ma's ears. John is dead, so call the priest, which means, who will die next time?

At this moment, the priest asked Tang Dao to speak on the stage.

Brother Xiao Ma hurriedly called a few bodyguards to follow behind.

Tang Dao, who was dressed in a straight suit, looked particularly tall. He patted the microphone with his palm, made a dull voice, and glanced at everyone, "Thank you for coming to Mogadishu to send off my dearest friend, John Kansburg To the glory of the Lord, he is the most noble person I have ever seen, he is free from vulgar tastes, and he is also the best believer of the Lord in the world..."

Tang Dao was talking on the top, and the people below were all sitting.

Some perform better, and even look gloomy and solemn, expressing grief for the dead.

And more people looked towards the other corner.

Over there sat Wood and others, the spokespersons of the Miami consortium.

In addition to Wood, there are a few representatives elected by other big bosses, all of the younger generation, let them come out to meet the scene.

Several people's faces were very calm, and they didn't change at all because of other people's whispered pointers. They folded their hands and looked at Tang Dao standing in front of them, just like participating in an ordinary concert, which made others want to watch the excitement All tasteless.

But after all, Tang Dao is a topic maker.

He suddenly changed the topic, "Of course, I have already solved the murderer of my brother, and I plan to tie his body to the city wall of Somalia!" Tang Dao raised his fist and angrily said, "It is used to protest illegal And full of disgusting methods!"

The faces of the small group in Miami suddenly became very ugly. Several wanted to stand up, but Wood called out in a low voice, "Sit down."

"Fack, even if Jeremy Beverly is at fault, but he is dead, what does this **** Asian want to do?"

"I said sit down!" Wood raised his voice. "Before I came, I was the leader of the delegation. If any of you want to go back and repair the elevator for me in Siberia, or die in Somalia, you can stand up."

When he said this, several people were also shocked, lowered their heads, shut their mouths and did not speak.

This isn't Miami.

Tang Dao gave Wood a meaningful look. Michelle's son is much smarter than Grace's "son". Only by being cautious can he live a long time. This Wood is a person with great wisdom.

Those who jump too much are already dead.

It seems that there must be a chance to talk about cooperation.

If you are poor, you will develop together, and if you are rich, it has been since ancient times.

This kind of routine, Tang Dao can be regarded as a thief.

He didn't say much, and he stepped down after about three or four minutes. The next series of procedures depended on the pastor. At about the same time, Tang Dao, Mister, Cherkovso, Clemens, and Horton were still on the stage. There's an Osborne! These people are responsible for carrying the coffin.

John should die without regret.

With low-pitched music and the sound of raindrops, a group of people carried a black coffin and sent him to the specially designated cemetery at the company headquarters.

Guests consciously followed behind, this flow of people...shocking!

This scene was photographed by a reporter hiding in the bedroom of a small building. This is a blonde female reporter, but perhaps because of the nature of her long-term work, her eye sockets are deeply shrunk, her hair is dirty and her face is dirty, but there is something hidden in her eyes. I can't help being excited.

The reason why she was able to escape the guards was entirely because she had been in this room for three days.

Three days ago, she heard that a memorial service would be held in Mogadishu through a very accidental news. Her professionalism made her think that something big would happen, so she ignored the objections of other staff and took a little bit of celibacy. A few compressed biscuits and a small video camera hid ahead of time. She believed that this kind of memorial service would definitely not accept interviews.

Sure enough ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ everything was as she expected.

Other reporters asked for interviews, but they were all rejected. Some of them were not well-behaved, but after being frightened by Hassan, they all became well-behaved.

"Come on, baby, let the world see who you really are." She zoomed in on the camera and pointed at Tang Dao. The man's side profile also had a particularly mature flavor, especially the domineering eyes, As long as it is a woman, I am afraid it will fall.

He walked in front, and the people behind him supported him to be even greater.

The female reporter assured that sending this out will definitely drive more people crazy. This man will definitely become one of the most desirable men in the United States and even in the world. She dare not show her head and can only open the curtains, but she I completely forgot, the reflection of the lens of this camera can be seen clearly by the snipers on the tall building opposite.

And this incident did not interrupt the funeral at all, just two choices.

Shoot or shoot!

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