Chapter 50: : amateur intelligence officer
Tang Dao's positioning for the veterans of the Vietnam War is: Dogtraining! (dog trainer).
Their combat philosophy and physical fitness may have been eliminated by this era, but if these are used to train people, it is enough. The tactical quality of the African army is still... hard to describe. Civil wars have become a competition of casual marksmanship. It all depends on whether God is in a good mood, so how can it be?
How do I sell body bags when you have fewer dead? Or help transport the body?
If you consume less bullets, how can I make money?
Tang Dao wants to dig out a piece of meat from each African warlord, the most important thing is to help the other party train soldiers, it is impossible not to give money?
"How many people do you want?" Pierce's voice was trembling as he was still excited.
"No less than two hundred people!" Tang Dao also has a big appetite. He plans to put his station in Africa, and then he will build a large-scale training place. Everyone needs people here, and he was reassured, "Don't worry, The benefits are not too bad, but I can't raise waste." He said, looking up at the other party through the mirror.
Pierce took a deep breath, nodded firmly, and the corners of his eyes moistened inadvertently.
After retiring from the army, this was the first time he was trusted by others. When the interviewers in suits and ties heard that he was a veteran of the Vietnam War, they all waved their hands and said, "Sorry." He said, "Themurderer!"
Pierce wiped the corner of his eye with the broad thumb of his right hand.
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Back at the hotel, the lobby was still deserted, the front desk clerk said hello weakly, Tang Dao nodded, and was about to go up the stairs, when he found a person in the rest area on the right side of the lobby, with his legs crossed, a newspaper upright, and The face is covered, and the leather shoes are still polished, and they are a little reflective.
Ding!
When the elevator came down, the door opened slowly, and Tang Dao and others walked in. When the door closed, the man who read the newspaper obviously rolled his corners slightly, revealing half of his face, but Tang Dao could see clearly, is bald.
"Boss, someone was staring at us just now." The bodyguard behind him whispered in his ear.
"You also found out?" Tang Dao was slightly surprised.
"That may be a novice or not a special agent. It's a bit strange that he is the only one sitting in such a large space, and he doesn't want people to find out. Besides... who will read football newspapers at this time, and the Ukrainian sports league hasn't started yet."
Fortunately, it is the elite of the Italian dignitaries protection team, who have observed meticulously and meticulously, and they really have a specialization in the art.
"Bring him here." Tang Dao thought for a while, but still ordered, feeling very uneasy.
No matter what the other party's background is, he is obviously being targeted!
Have you been very high-profile recently?
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Lance. Faraday put away the newspaper and put it back in his bag. Life is hard recently, and this tool should not be wasted. He took out some banknotes from his pocket, thought about it, and put it back. He waved at the front desk lady, "Ms. , thank you for your coffee." After speaking, he left without any ambiguity.
The receptionist was stunned, and walked over full of hope, and when he saw that there was not even a fart on the table, he cursed the miser in a low voice.
"Sir, do you need a car?" Seeing Lance come out, the taxi parked at the door thought there was business and drove over, trying to poke his head out from inside.
"No need, thank you, I flew the plane myself." Lance wrinkled casually, the driver was stunned for a moment, and when he realized it, he raised his middle finger, and spitting at his feet very rudely, then walked away Go, the phlegm is only a few centimeters away from Lance's leather shoes. He squatted down and wiped it with a paper in disgust, and threw it away, his face flushed, "It's really rude."
Lance Faraday is an amateur and part-time intelligence provider. His main occupation is: entertainment newsman, common name: paparazzi.
However, the recent political situation is not right, many celebrities have gone abroad to avoid the limelight, and he is almost starved to death because of the lack of news. At this time, he became an intelligence agent, also known as a private spy!
In Kyiv, I also got a few relatively good news, and I can be regarded as a little famous.
But... apparently he's just run out of luck.
When he walked into the alley habitually, he stopped suddenly and saw two strong men in suits standing in front of him. A man came out, eyes squinted, "Sir, our boss wants to see you."
"You... who are you? I'm not going!" Lance turned pale with shock. How could he not feel familiar? These were all the people around the Asian just now. He wanted to run away, but was punched in the abdomen by Pierce , this is one of the most painful and fragile parts of the human body, Lance's face flushed, saliva overflowed from the corner of his mouth, he raised his head with difficulty, and opened his mouth, "You...how did you hit someone?"
"Wipe your saliva well, our boss, we hate unclean people."
Pierce took out the toilet paper from Lance's pocket, wiped the corner of his mouth quickly, and looked up at the two bodyguards, "Pick him up."
The bodyguard nodded when he heard the words, and dragged Lance halfway towards the hotel.
The front desk looked at this scene in surprise, how many big men supported each other? And... isn't the one in the middle the one who was stingy just now? Pierce smiled at her, the teeth that hadn't been brushed for a long time were still covered with soot, and other little girls were so scared that they lowered their heads and pretended to be working.
Lance is nervous now.
He has filled his mind a lot... Will he be killed? He could feel his legs trembling, and he could even feel a hot current lingering in the sphincter. When he saw Tang Dao, the latter was crossing his legs and watching TV, which was playing "First Blood".
"Who asked you to come?" Tang Dao asked.
Lance made a sound, looking very at a loss, this is more like... pretending to be stupid, Tang Dao took a deep breath, turned the volume of the TV to the maximum, two bodyguards put their feet on Lance's back, and pressed him to the ground madly Bian, this fist is not light, he lay on the ground and howled immediately, but it was not as loud as Rambo on TV.
After about three minutes, the bodyguard finally let go.
"Can you tell me now? Who sent you here?"
Lance, with a bruised nose and swollen face, is not a tough guy~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He barely opened half of his eyes, "It's Nikita Sergeyevich Yenov."
"Who is he?" Tang Dao asked deeply, frowning.
"He's my former colleague, but I heard...he works in the secret police department." Lance told him everything he knew.
secret police?
Tang Dao's face turned ugly instantly!
This agency in the Soviet Union is too ruthless. This is actually a general term, because intelligence agencies including the Cheka and the KGB are all a type of secret police, and they are the biggest eyeliners regardless of industry.
Ever heard of...the Stalinist purges?
Thinking about it, I feel scalp numb, being stared at by these dogs, Tang Dao's muscles trembled all over, but he hid his emotions well in his heart, his eyes were gloomy, "What did he ask you to check on me? "
"He said that there have been many foreign businessmen in Ukraine recently, let me keep an eye on you."
Tang Dao grasped the key point at once, "Many businessmen?"
Does this mean arms dealers or speculators?
Boom boom boom!
Suddenly at this moment, there was a knock on the door.
Tang Dao shook his body and winked at Pierce. The latter took out the pistol from his waist, walked over cautiously, and asked, "Who?"
"First...sir, the water pipe in the bathroom is broken, let's fix it."
Pierce's expression softened, and he was about to open the door when Tang Dao suddenly changed his expression and shouted, "Get out of the way!"
As soon as the voice fell, a gunshot was heard, which was very heavy, and directly punched a big hole in the door.
That lethality is like...
Acheson AA-12 Automatic Shotgun!
