Chapter 73: : Will we be friends?
After cleaning the office, Kofi Benjamin Lieders put the gray hat on the hanger on his head, walked out, locked the door, and greeted the staff sitting outside Finally, he said gently, "Gentlemen, I think you should go home, otherwise, your wives will think that I have detained you here and come to trouble me. I don't want to have more clothes on my suit tomorrow." A lump of mud."
He has studied in Europe, and his speaking tone is full of casualness, without the rules and regulations of the local Somalis.
He even asked Mogadishu women to join his team, but of course this proposal was brutally rejected by the conservatives.
Hearing his teasing, the staff all smiled kindly.
Kofi waved his hand, walked out of the office building, and found his own motorcycle in the alley. He bought it from the market for $100. It was an authentic American product. Except for the trembling sound of the engine, everything else was good.
His home is only 10 minutes away from his office.
Originally, the unit wanted to assign him two bodyguards with guns. After all, Mogadishu was not safe. Hunger made everyone feel terrible. On average, more than 40 to 100 civilians were killed in the fighting every day.
Fortunately, Kofi returned home safely. Just a few tens of meters away, he saw a jeep parked in front of his house, and two gunmen were chatting and laughing with each other.
His heart skipped a beat, did something happen? As soon as the accelerator was added, the speed increased by a few points.
The gunman who heard the movement looked over, raised his gun, and shouted, "Stop!"
"What are you doing outside my house?" Coffey asked, fist raised.
"Coffey." With a sound, he raised his head and saw his wife trotting out with pearl ornaments that he had never seen before. Kofi frowned, "What's going on? Ma Kai bar?"
The wife smiled and said, "You have a visitor."
guest?
Even Kofi himself was taken aback for a moment, then looked into the room, and saw an Asian man standing with his hands in front of him, saying hello with a smile on his face, "Mr. Kofi, nice to meet you You, my name is Robert Lee."
Robert Lee?
Coffey racked his brains and never heard of this name. He didn't know this person at all, but he still understood the reason why he didn't hit the smiling face. He nodded and said hello. He looked at his wife and glanced at the pearl earring. You can tell at a glance that the price is expensive, and you must be asking for such a precious thing as soon as you meet.
But what value can you have on yourself?
Makeba looked at his pensive husband, then gently pushed him, motioning him to speak.
"Please, let's go in and talk." Kofi said after recovering, and walked in first. He saw a box on the table at a glance, which was very simple, like a cake. It's just a bit big.
"I know today is Mr. Coffey's birthday, so I didn't prepare any presents. I hope you are satisfied." Robert looked at his watch and said goodbye, "It's getting late, I'll visit next time." After finishing speaking He just waved his hand, pulled the door, climbed up to the co-pilot, smiled and waved, and walked away.
Makeba waited for Robert to leave, and complained about Kofi's negligence. The latter didn't say a word, but suddenly, he walked over and unpacked the cake. As soon as he opened the lid, he saw a pile of dollars falling out of it!
The cake turned out to be full of money and so stuffed that it slid off the table and landed right at Coffey's feet.
Franklin squinted, as if looking at him mockingly, "Come on, catch me, old man."
Kofi twitched cheekily, while Makeba was completely stunned, covering his mouth and staring, his eyes gleaming with greed and desire to take it for himself.
"Go and close the door." Kofi shook his head, calmed down, and ordered.
Makeba nodded, hurriedly went to close the door, but maybe he was too excited and almost stepped on the ground.
Coffey roughly calculated that there are at least forty bundles here...
Even with a bundle of 100, that's $400,000.
He has never seen so much money, and his workplace is still Qingshui. Even if he goes to other tribes to recruit soldiers, he still applies to the financial steward Omar, and there is not much money to get.
The impact of 400,000 US dollars on him was huge, and Kofi's defense line collapsed instantly under the visual impact.
PsyDs know better what they need.
I also understand what the money can bring me.
"Um?"
Coffey's eyes were sharp, and he saw a note under the money. He opened it, and there was a sentence written in English on it: "Will webefriends (will we be friends?")
It was a very simple sentence, but it made Kofi think a lot.
What would it be like to be friends, and what would it be like not to be friends?
God is on the left and the devil is on the right.
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Tang Dao occupied the "Fifty Kilometers" airport, completed the second branch mission given by the system, and had a chance to draw a random lottery, but he didn't know what he touched with his hand, so he was lucky. He got 50 sets of finished US military GPNVG-18 ground panoramas Night vision goggles!
This is called the ground panoramic night vision system. Compared with the traditional night vision device's viewing angle of 45 degrees, this night vision device can reach 120 degrees. There are almost no dead spots. It has been distributed to A-10 pilots and air fire control personnel before, but the price is expensive, almost close to 70,000 US dollars.
But these 50 sets are enough for him to equip a commando with night attack capabilities.
But there are also disadvantages. According to the current world technology, it is a consumable product, because it was secretly developed by the US military after the millennium. If it is broken now, there is no way to replenish the parts.
But Tang Dao was also satisfied that he could get this in a random lottery.
See better at night than your enemies, and outlive them.
He was wandering around the airport with his hands behind his back in a happy mood. As soon as he walked past a bungalow, he saw a group of Ukrainian pilots gathered in a circle inside. They didn't know what they were doing, and they whispered.
Tang Dao walked over curiously, but he made no sound when he walked.
The scene in front of him almost made him laugh, and he saw three bottles of unknown liquid inside, with tubes inserted in them, and then they guessed at each other, and if they won, they could take a sip.
Is there wine in it?
"Gentlemen!" Tang Dao suddenly shouted with his hands behind his back.
Those pilots who were on the verge of getting excited were startled~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The one with his back to Tang Dao almost broke his head and looked at him in horror.
"What are you doing?"
"Old...boss." The Maozi hurriedly stood up and tried to hide the liquid, but they seemed to be in a hurry.
"Korolev, can you tell me?" Tang Dao looked at one of them with a "friendly face" and asked.
The pilot said with a bitter face, "The fighter jet antifreeze brought from Ukraine."
Tang Dao's eyelids are twitching, **** it!
Did I really see myself drinking antifreeze?
Russians as a species are disappearing from the face of the earth faster than Chilean sea bass. The death rate of the Russians is comparable only to those countries in Africa where AIDS is widespread, but they do not have the birth rate of the third world to make up the gap. As a result, their population has dropped to less than 143 million. Since the disintegration of the Soviet Union, it has been reduced by 7%.
A recent World Bank report said Russian men lead "short and cruel lives". Their life expectancy dropped from 68 to just 58, meaning they lived at least 15 years less than Western men.
If this trend continues, Russia's population will drop below 100 million by 2050. This is largely down to the booze. Alcoholism is the leading cause of Russian extinction, with 34 percent of the 7 million deaths in Russia over the past decade being attributed to alcohol.
They are a race that drank themselves to death.
They can't do without wine!
Korolev and others looked at Tang Dao nervously, but the latter frowned and looked deep in thought. He was wondering if he was controlling the Soviets too tightly. in a cage?
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