Chapter 427

Qatar, national oil company office, joint office.

This office was reserved for Alaska standard oil and became his own office after rush arrived.

"Okok, you said it very clearly, but tell him, don't think about it. Let him go back to where he came from. That's right. Just tell him, get out, go back, go, that's it."

Slamming the phone on the phone, rush picked up the glass and filled himself with whisky for a deep drink, which reminded him of the guests on the sofa.

"Emil, I'm sorry, there are too many things. Would you like a drink?" Rush said, pointing to the cup in his hand.

"No, people who believe in Allah don't drink, but I like what you said. Let them go back." Emil said and laughed.

"That's right. Let them go back. It's not their territory. They've got enough." Rush chuckled his head indifferently.

The British representative with eyes, two eyes in the middle, like a camel, wants to see the storage report of the northern gas field.

No way. There's no window. Don't even think about it.

Can't the oil they made in Abu Dhabi and Sharjah not fill the belly like a fat pig?

"I need to call my boss and tell him the news." Rush put down the glass and picked up the phone.

"Doesn't he know?" Emil looked at him in surprise.

"I don't think he knows, but he needs to know now." Rush grinned strangely and connected to the Secretary's room.

When he received the call, Li Zitao was in a meeting with the think tank to discuss the transportation and storage of natural gas and oil.

"I'll pay attention. How about pearl picking business?" He had expected it in his heart, but he didn't expect the other party to be so depressed.

"It's going well. The first pearls are on the way, and two of them are golden. They are beautiful in the sun."

"Is the monk still there?" The good news from pearls makes people happy.

"Yes, he's been here all the time. The docks and the streets are full of our people." Rush knows what the boss is worried about.

"Be safe." Hang up the phone, Li Zitao did not go to the conference room, but stayed in the office.

It is very likely that the decision was made by George V or by the British representatives. After all, he has his own interest groups behind him.

He should find someone to find out. Is there anyone better than his wife?

While visiting Godfather and godmother, you can also relax shopping.

Didn't her little sisters say last time they wanted to have a luxury ride on Princess Adelaide?

This is a good opportunity.

"EVA, get the car ready. I'm going home." When she got home by car, Mary was getting ready to go out.

"I've received an invitation from Mrs. bouville to have a charity auction in St. Peter's today, and after that we'll have afternoon tea together."

Mary straightened out her net top hat and asked, "how do I look?"

"Beautiful." Li Zitao hugged her waist from behind.

"Do you have anything to say?" Mary asked, looking at him in the mirror.

"You always know me that way." I have to say that Mary knows him very well, and Li Zitao is not good at hiding in front of her.

"I'm too late. Maybe you can give me a ride, we said in the car." Mary took his arm and walked out with a big smile.

Today's weather is good. The BMW 231, which has been idle for a long time in the garage, was opened. Li Zitao drove his wife to St. Peter himself.

In the car he said the plan, "if you mind, I can go there myself."

Li Zitao doesn't want his wife to be difficult. If she doesn't think it's appropriate, he will go to Buckingham Palace in person and ask what's going on.

"No, it's nothing. I'll figure out what's going on." Mary has been reading the briefing on the Persian Gulf.

In her opinion, her husband has given up enough interests to show great kindness to the royal family. These are real gold and silver.

Under such circumstances, some people are envious of the benefits he gets?

Mary's eyes became a little sharp, and if it was really Royal, something must have happened that she didn't know about.

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While Li Zitao was busy with his business, there was a terrible big case in Chicago, in which a working police officer's family was killed.

The murderer's technique is very cruel, a family of three were all cut off their heads, neatly placed on the dining table, the room is full of blood.

The blood flowed out of the door along the floor and was found by the neighbors before calling the police.

"Does anyone know what's going on here?" Grant fozer arrived at the scene.

"It was Sheriff Byrd who was killed. Don't let me know who did it. Damn it..." the first sergeant yelled and raised his fist and smashed it on the wall and walked out.Grant's waistline is significantly wider than when he met three years ago. The most obvious sign of a well-being life is weight gain.

But he knew the names of his men very well, so when he heard the name of Byrd, a square face immediately appeared in his mind.

Tall and powerful, he looks like a Herculean. It's hard to imagine this happening to him.

"No resistance, he knelt there, let people cut off his head, his hands tightly grasp the thighs, nails into the flesh, how can't break off."

The forensic medicine walked inside and came out. He said with a heavy face. He couldn't imagine how tragic the picture was.

A man as strong as a mountain, because his wife and children were subject to the enemy, chose to kneel on the ground and let the other party cut his head back and forth with a knife.

But after his death, his wife and children still did not escape.

"Cable?" Gran features a cigarette coming into the room, and the blood plasma is about to solidify under his feet.

Blood was sprinkled all over the place, and the walls were also covered with spots of blood like splash ink.

After cutting off their heads, a group of madmen grabbed the bloody heads and swung them back and forth, spilling blood everywhere. Grant could imagine that scene.

"We are asking our neighbors to find witnesses. Someone has already taken fingerprints and went back to compare them, hoping to find some useful clues."

Looking at the head of his men on the table like this, staring with open eyes, filled with pain and pleading, Grant's inner anger was like a volcanic eruption, one wave stronger than the other.

These damned animals, even teenage children are not let go, "no matter how you find them, I will personally kill him."

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