Chapter 137： : The sky is falling, and the tall man is standing on it

Jakes is always young!

After being so slapped by Robert, he could bear it, stood up, and was half a head taller than the opponent, and grabbed his neck with one hand.

This kind of action... is very provocative. (Don't learn it. I am not responsible for being beaten to death.)

Robert flicked his left hand vigorously, knocked it off, lifted his foot and kicked Jakes in the stomach. The latter staggered two steps, and after standing still, he picked up the chair and smashed it.

The bartender inside heard the movement and was about to rush out to have a look. Just as he stepped out of the small room, he saw three or four big men appearing out of nowhere and wanted to go up to help. At this time, two people also ran up from the stairs. The white man dressed as a bodyguard still held a gun in his hand, so scared that the bartender got in and shrank his head.

"stop!"

Naturally, the employees who followed behind were the employees of the umbrella. How could they let the other party go, and they simply drew their guns and shouted sharply.

Jax's bodyguard stopped, but it was still very dishonest. One of them sneaked back, carefully lifted his clothes, took out his gun, and shot at the employee.

boom…

This skill is not very good, and it missed, but it was like a slogan, and the two sides fought together.

The bullets were flying around on the top of the forehead, and the bartender who was hiding inside covered his ears in fright, and poured himself a bottle of vodka.

In the end, it was Robert who was slightly better. This guy, Jakes, was not ruthless enough. He didn't look like the former. This knee was aimed at the abdomen, crotch, and ribs, and he pressed the opponent to the ground in about two minutes.

"How dare you do it first?"

Robert felt the salty taste in his mouth, and when he took a sip, he saw a **** smell in the saliva, which made him even more unhappy. He stepped on the opponent's hand and twisted his toes vigorously. The painful opponent screamed incessantly , grabbed Jax's hair, "Tell me, who are you? That old ghost Beasley dare not talk to me like that. He took my money and wants me to compensate you?"

The more he thought about it, the more he got angry. Most importantly, if the boss knew that he was not doing well, he would doubt his ability in his heart. How could he not make Robert angry?

Pulling Jakes, he came to the edge of the railing on the roof, pressed his head, and stretched out. This was a gesture to throw him down. The former collapsed in an instant. He held on to the railing tightly, watching Down below, he screamed heart-piercingly in fright.

"Tell me? My money, what do you say?" Robert roared.

"I give, I give."

"Then call and ask them to launder the money. If you dare to do something wrong, I'll kill you, and then kill that old ghost Beasley."

He has learned to be smart now, and handed him his mobile phone. With trembling hands, Jakes dialed a number, and when the other party connected, he clasped his hands and yelled, "Asshole, it's me, call for money!"

Moscow, Berger estate.

Beasley squinted, lying on the master chair, holding a white Garfield in his arms, sitting by the French window, facing the front French window, he could see crocodiles writhing in it, he stroked the cat, and closed his eyes.

"Meow~" Garfield in his arms suddenly yelled, and he slowly opened his eyes, and the door behind him was pushed open quietly.

"Boss, Kyiv is calling."

The housekeeper walked in and said softly, but he glanced at Beasley from the corner of his eye, "Master Jax's mission is complete." Hearing that, the latter had a satisfied smile on the corner of his mouth, and he agreed, he said to himself This son is still very satisfied. Although he has an impulsive personality in small things, he is unambiguous in big things, and he graduated from Yale University. He is a top student in the financial industry. He is getting old and intends to let the other party replace him. Noticing the unspeakable expression on the butler's face, he frowned slightly, and his heart sank again, "Did something happen?"

"Master Jakes had a conflict with Wayne and was admitted to the hospital."

Bisley opened his eyes forcefully, feeling that the corners of his eyes were tearing, and his complexion was ugly, but as a boss, he did not lose his sense of control. He understood very early on that whoever calms down first is the winner.

"How's it going?"

"The corners of the eyes are cracked, and the internal organs are damaged, and they need to be hospitalized." The housekeeper said truthfully.

Beasley took a deep breath, touched Garfield, pushed it off his head, stood up, grabbed it, and threw it towards the crocodile pond. Those crocodiles that were often bred with flesh and blood all jumped when they smelled the fishy smell. Get up, open your **** mouth and bite Garfield apart.

The butler sighed, cats are too wasted in this manor.

"Give me a plane ticket to Kyiv. Also, we must find out who this Wayne Rooney is! Follow his overseas account." Beasley was really angry.

"Yes, boss." The butler replied, looked at the crocodile pond, and asked someone to clean it.

…

Asmara!

Lloyd's death could not be hidden.

In other words, MacArthur didn't intend to hide it at all, including the fact that the company won an air defense order of 40 million, which was also spread among all arms dealers.

Mainly, these two things are too big. People who are keen know that Lloyd is actually just the spokesperson of some forces. Now that he is dead, maybe there is a gap in the market in West Africa, which is very suitable at this time Enter, as for an explanation to Lloyd? Don't be kidding, dead people are never worth anything in this world.

They are not stupid!

On the contrary, there are smarter people.

"You mean, you plan to share the aircraft market in Eritrea with me?" Tang Dao crossed his legs, held a cup of instant coffee, frowned, and looked at the Georgian Alexei in front of him, who was in the conference room before. The arms dealer who was bullied by MacArthur, like Tang Dao's channel, all bought goods from the Soviet Union.

"Yes."

Alexey was obviously very nervous. He rubbed his hands, swallowed his saliva, and nodded, "I'm an agent of the Georgian military!"

The news came as a shock.

It's really surprising.

You must know that Georgia’s people demonstrated for independence in 1989, but was suppressed by Soviet Defense Minister Marshal Yazov himself. Finally, the Soviet Union collapsed in 1991, and Georgia became truly independent. The first president, the street politician Gamsakhurdia, was quickly overthrown by a coup and entered a civil war. Later, the reclusive former Soviet foreign minister, Silver Fox Shevardnadze, was invited to come out of the mountain. National reconciliation must be achieved.

This little brother is very stupid, he was played around by Ying Jiang's "distance and close attack", but he forgot that he was beside Mao Xiong. Of course, after being pressed to the ground and hammered, he walked away sullenly.

But although Georgia was disobedient and separated, there are still many people in the family whose relationships are criss-crossing. That is to say, Alexey wants to get some Soviet weapons, especially at this point.

"MacArthur approached me and he wanted to get some Hind helicopters from me, but he wanted to pay in installments."

"Instalment?" Tang Dao smiled, "Does he want to eat fart?"

"So, I refused, but I think he will definitely find someone else, but they don't have the Soviet Union's channels, and now they want to find it, but it's too late. There are only two of us in Eritrea, and we won this order together."

Alexey became more and more excited when he spoke, and made a gesture of holding his right hand.

"Then what benefits can I get?"

"What... what?" The Georgian was startled when he heard this.

Tang Dao put Erlang's legs down, "I said, what benefits can I get."

"We can split this order in half."

The former stretched out his finger and shook it, "No, this is just your request, not my idea, let me tell you this, even without you, I can still take this order, and you plan to come together now, nothing more than I just want me to give you a benefit, so what can you bring me?"

This stalking and stalking statement made Alexei's head a little bit behind. He held his forehead and waited for a while before he realized that the Asian opposite wanted two benefits!

son of a bitch!

Really greedy.

His face immediately showed displeasure, but he looked at Mist and the others standing behind him, and let down his clenched fists.

Violence will not solve any problems.

"What do you want?" Alexey asked, holding back his anger.

"Don't get angry." Tang Dao looked at the other person's expression, pressed his hands, and motioned for him to extinguish the fire, took out a cigarette from the table, put it in his mouth, lit the fire, took a puff, and then said, "West Africa is such a big market, Are you going to give up?"

"Uh..." Alexey was puzzled.

"Lloyd is dead, no one in West Africa is going to be in charge, such a big market you don't want to take a bite? I mean, you start a company, we work together, take West Africa, and then Developing towards South Africa and East Africa, will you still care about this small cake in Eritrea?" Tang Dao seems to be possessed by a big fool at the moment, he has studied the growth process of successful people, and other things, being able to fool is the most powerful , For example, when he knew that there was a man surnamed Ma, he asked a Wall Street elite to resign and run errands for him with a single mouth.

That's the thing!

The cake you spend makes the other party smell the fragrance, which ambitious person can bear it?

Tang Dao's whole "African cake" obviously surprised Alexei. He frowned and thought about it. He found that it was very feasible, but what he didn't believe was that the Asian in front of him would be so kind and bring Own? He looked him up and down suspiciously.

"Don't look at me like that, Mr. Alexey, I just want to make friends, and the African market is too big for me to eat by myself. I think you are a very good partner, we It's a pleasure to cooperate." Tang Dao said in a muffled voice with his cigarette dangling from his hands.

fuck it!

If it weren't for your background in Georgia, which is just enough for me to carry it, the ghost will take you to play together.

After all, Lloyd is the agent of the French, and he killed him himself, which is regarded as tearing off his face. If the Gallic rooster is cowardly, he can be replaced.

At this time, take Georgia, and the sky will fall, and there will always be someone taller to support it.