Chapter 188

"Hello, Mr. Lian." Surname Lian, this is really a strange surname.

"this Royal Princess of Adele ed, it's my pleasure to see you. Your appearance is more beautiful than the rumors."

It can be seen that Lian Qinglin is not the first time to deal with foreigners. He speaks English very fluently and understands etiquette very well. He should have done a lot of work.

"Thank you for your compliment." Adelaide bent her knees slightly.

"Sit down, please." Inviting the other party to sit down, Li Zitao hooks his fingers, and the waiter next to him pushes the iced white wine forward.

The waiters here are so clever that they can observe their words and deeds to the point of perfection. I don't know how many times they have been trained.

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"Samoud, Samoud, someone's coming." West Africa, mining area, a guard on both sides of the mountain shouts with arms waving.

Five kilometers away, five military vehicles raised a large amount of dust and drove straight to the mining area.

"It's Morgan's man." Looking through the telescope at the people sitting in the car, Samo had to signal to stay alert.

Cheeky ~ ~

the car stops in front of the main gate net. With a smile on his face, Rick pushes the door open. "Ha ha, Sammy, Sammy."

"Rick, what made you condescend to come here in person?" Samoys have to look at each other through the iron net.

"Our boat brought back some good stuff, good vodka, bacon and ham, man, I didn't forget you." Rick pointed to the car behind him and exclaimed.

"Thank you, but we have plenty of food. I think you'd better keep it." Said Sammo politely, but with a sneer in his heart.

When they first came here, ray received them. He didn't believe that the arrogant white man had such a good heart.

"Hey, man, come on, I'm bringing you food and wine!" Rick looked at him with a puzzled look on his face.

"Sorry, the mine is under martial law. No one is allowed to enter or leave the mine until a new order from the headquarters is obtained."

The companion who sent the message to the headquarters has not come back, and Samoan has to guess that he may have suffered an accident.

This made him and the two instructors feel a little heavy, but they firmly believe that boss will never leave them alone.

"Sammy, you are rejecting my friendship." Rick, standing in front of the net, said in a low, ugly voice.

"I never needed your friendship, Rick. You should have known that." Sammo had to look at him without showing any weakness.

"You will regret it." Looking up at both sides, Rick didn't see anything unusual. He didn't know what he was thinking.

"Leave with your things, or do you want to stay here?" Samo has to look back and his men behind him raise their weapons.

"Good." With a fierce stare at him, Rick returned to the car and said something ominously. The motorcade turned around and left in the same direction.

Reke came here to find out how many people are still staying in the mine and what's going on in Samoa.

Unfortunately, the other side's vigilance did not give him a chance, and he did not dare to break in.

Even if the Samoan has only one tenth of his staff, there are more than 200. With this strength in his hands, it is not enough to put teeth in each other.

"Well, why does this happen to me?" I thought I could be a local emperor here.

Who knows how many days before a good day, this kind of bad thing happened.

Back in Monrovia, Rick sends the message back home, waiting for a follow-up order.

It's just that the order was so long that before he saw the telegram, Rick's downtown apartment door was kicked open.

He pushed away his mistress who was sleeping like a dead pig. The body he used to miss was the best shield in Rick's heart.

Rolling out of bed, Rick took the pistol from under his pillow and aimed at the door.

Click and click -

in the sound of sawdust splashing and the bouncing chain, the bullet rain sweeps over her head. The newly awakened mistress hugs her head and shrinks on the bed, making a sharp cry.

The front wall facing the living room was swept into a hornet's nest, and the terrible movement made the whole building noisy.

After opening the door and finding that the corridor was full of people holding guns, the residents cleverly locked the door, folded their heads behind the hard furniture, and tried to stay away from the door.

"Mr. lake, may I ask you out?" A strange voice came.

Rick looked at the pistol in his hand, then looked up at the bullet holes in front of and behind him, and made the smartest choice.

Bang!

With the pistol still on the ground, Rick raised his hand and said, "I'm out. I'm unarmed. Calm down..."

"I think it's you who should calm down." The monk sat on the sofa in the living room indifferently.

"Yes, we all need to stay calm. What do you want? Money, I have a lot of money. It's all there. I can give it all to you... "

"Shut your mouth." The monk's sharp low drink made him stop and stood in the same place without saying a word.Take a look at what the other party is holding. The most common weapon is the Chicago typewriter. There are two browning m1917 on the living room floor.

The muzzle of the gun was still smoking, and Rick swore to God that he never wanted to feel like he was being punched through a fishing net.

"Good, so we won't have any trouble." Seeing the other side's witty choice and cooperation, two of his men went out with Rick in front of him.

"Head, the car is ready." Down the stairs, the streets are still quiet.

The so-called siren and the enemy will not appear at all. In this city, the telephone of the police station is always disconnected at night.

"Let's go." Rick was put in the first car and sat next to the monk.

"We've brought some gadgets that we don't want to be spotted by the border guards. I think you know what to do." Monk arm a hook, warm look at him, smile way.

"Yes, I promise there won't be any trouble. After crossing the border, if you can let me back, I won't mention it to anyone."

Rick's brain was spinning around, thinking about the origins of these people.

He didn't know much about that eastern country. In Rick's view, the weak country was just a humble colony.

"Well, we'll talk about it later." The car sped through the city towards the border.

When he could see the checkpoint, the monk just grinned at Rick and didn't threaten him again.

It was just the sound of heavy machine gun loading in the carriage that made Rick shiver unnaturally.

As the car stopped at the checkpoint, Rick tried to be calm, lowered the window and said, "I have something to do. Open the gate."

Everything was going well. The motorcade passed through the checkpoint without any obstacles. There was no one to ask.

This is enough to see the influence of the Morgan group and its terrible.

Only one representative, in a word, can let the regular border army release at will.

Of course, it also benefits from the current chaotic situation in Africa.

"Dear Sir, I have done what you said for you. Can you let me go now?" The car was still moving on, but Rick's heart sank to the bottom.

He was familiar with this direction. After all, it was the mining area he was in charge of, and he was defeated only a few days ago.

"Hey, I think you need to meet old friends." The monk pressed hard on his shoulder, and Rick felt his shoulder blades creak, as if to be broken in the next second.

When the car stopped in front of the mine, the monk hugged the monk who got the news, and Rick, who was cold and sweaty, was frosty white and numb on his seat.

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