Chapter 74： : The gentleman who delivered it to your door

"Old...boss!" Seeing that Tang Dao was silent, Korolev yelled again.

They were really worried. After all, they cared too much about this job. Not to mention the salary, even the working environment is relaxed, which is much better than in Ukraine. It’s just that if there are no women, the ancestral handicrafts can’t be lost, but if Without alcohol, there is no ethylene glycol in their stomachs, and they always feel that something is missing.

"Don't drink this in the future." Tang Dao walked over and threw the frozen liquid out of the door, "I will have someone import a batch of high-grade wine from Germany for you Soviets, but no one can drink alcohol when performing missions. Otherwise, I can only let that gentleman go back."

Korolev and the others were taken aback for a moment, looked at each other, then raised their hands and cheered: "Ulla!"

Someone even lifted Tang Dao, threw it into the air, and caught it again. This was very exciting, and Tang Dao's hands and feet went numb from fright. Such excitement showed that they really loved wine to the bone.

Tang Dao also understood, what is a mercenary?

Free and loose, high salary, casual, and strong combat effectiveness.

You can't require them to have regular army records, as long as their combat effectiveness is guaranteed if allowed!

"Put me down, hey, buddy!" Tang Dao waved his hand and said.

Korolev and the others quickly stopped and carefully put him on the ground. It can't be broken, it's all wine.

Tang Dao pulled his wrinkled clothes and looked at them. The eyes of this group of people were shining.

"When conditions permit, I will build a club in the base." He said suddenly.

This was really a whim on his mind. In fact, such high-level products as clubs are already equipped in the U.S. military. They have ballroom dances on Saturdays. In Western countries, there are also pilot clubs, navy clubs, and so on.

And one of the reasons why Tang Dao wants to open this club is for the return of funds!

The employees who get their salaries will definitely be ecstatic, but there is no consumption in Somalia. If you open a club by yourself and sell foreign wines worth hundreds of dollars abroad, you can almost squeeze out your salary on the same day !

This is equivalent to opening a canteen in the school.

monopoly!

It feels so shameless.

But Tang Dao knew that this plan would definitely be welcomed.

Sure enough, the group of drunkards cheered immediately, which also caused the employees passing outside the house to poke their heads for no reason, thinking that the group of Ukrainians had gone crazy again. Taking advantage of this gap, Tang Dao walked first, and He quietly closed the door, squinted his eyes, and covered them with his hands, "The sun in Somalia is so big, but it can't break through the darkness."

Just as he was feeling emotional, he saw an employee with a machine gun running over, and when he saw Tang Dao, his eyes lit up.

"Boss, there is an Italian looking for you at the door."

Italian?

Tang Dao frowned, but didn't move, "Go and call John over."

The employee nodded and ran towards the helicopter parking area. John Kansberg liked to chat with the doe the most. He called it "cultivating feelings" and even slept on it at night. Sometimes he couldn't stand him, so he Can only let it go.

A few minutes later, John followed the employee and ran over, but he was still wearing his belt. This action has a profound meaning.

He doesn't know what to do with the doe.

John took a steady breath and pulled off his clothes, "Boss, are you looking for me?"

"Go outside the door later, you pretend to be me, and I'll be next to you." Tang Dao ordered, although John didn't understand, he complied.

At the gate of the airport, Tang Dao saw the so-called Italian, wearing a small suit, holding a cane in his hand, wearing a black bowler hat, and with a beard. After seeing it, Tang Dao's first thought was The first idea is that the zoo is playing monkeys.

Who the **** is wearing this on a hot day in Somalia?

And behind him was an Audi car, and two of them were holding Heckler-Koch G3 automatic rifles. This kind of German industry is rarely seen in Somalia. Tang Dao couldn't help but take a second look. Standing like this, but looking around, wearing tactical pants similar to BDU military pants, with a pistol holster on his leg.

You can tell at a glance that it's not easy to mess with.

In Africa, apart from AK, those who can use FN are really elite.

"Mr. Nicholas?"

Tang Dao and his party were looking at each other, and at the same time, the other party was also looking at them, when the Italian spoke first, took off the glove, and stretched out his hand to John, "I'm glad to see you at last."

John looked weird, "Sir, do you know me?"

"I'm afraid no one in Somalia doesn't know your name. The scene at General Aidid's birthday party has become a classic." The Italian's rainbow fart was well shot, with a natural smile on his mouth, "I'm afraid I don't know you well, Mr. Me, introduce myself, Cecilio, Baggio, you can also call me: gentleman"

gentleman?

Does anyone else have that name?

Italy really hasn't been normal since World War II.

This country has always been amazing. During World War II, they surrendered to the British army on the battlefield. As a result, the gang of SBs also disagreed. Then the Italians got angry and directly punched the opponent through. They rubbed against the ground with a left uppercut and a punch Knee, pressed the British man's neck and cried, "Do you want me to surrender?!"

That's all Tang Dao can think of, nickname: Axis Allies!

"Aren't you going to invite me in?" Cecilio asked with a smile.

John wanted to turn his head to look at Tang Dao, but held back, "Of course, we welcome all friends."

The word friend is particularly important.

"You guys stay outside, I have to have a few drinks with my friends." Cecilio turned his head and said to the bodyguard, took off his bowler hat and put it under his arm Sir, we have to keep you safe. "One of the bearded men frowned and said.

"In Somalia, there is no place that is safer than here. If there is, it can only be heaven." John said seriously.

Cecilio clapped his hands, "I just like the confidence in you, sir. I don't think I'm wrong." He said gently to the bearded man, "Bell, my friend will keep me safe."

Oh shit! Pretend to be an X guy!

What Tang Dao hates the most is this kind of person who can pretend better than himself, but he also has to admit that Cecilio can easily make people let go of their vigilance.

If this guy was a businessman, he would definitely stab the other person in the back, and then hug him and cry. He is not sincere at all, how is he like himself? Doing business depends on credit and the bottom line.

Cecilio and John walked in front side by side, while Tang Dao was half a step behind.

The Italian looked around curiously. Many weapons were wrapped in dust-proof cloth, but the general shape can be seen, they are all artillery! And the helicopter, his eyes were shining, and suddenly he stopped, and his mouth grew slowly.

"God, this is...Il 76?!"

Cecilio held his head up and saw the three big guys lined up neatly. He seemed to be standing in front of a giant. Feeling trembling, he turned his head excitedly, "Is this yours too?"

Is not this nonsensical?

Could it be that the ones placed here are from Eagle Sauce?

"Of course, our company has long-distance transportation capabilities. As long as you make a phone call, we can deliver it to you anywhere in Africa." John also nodded proudly.

"It's amazing." Cecilio nodded and turned around, "Mr. Nicholas, I think we should be able to do business."

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