Chapter 713： : Recommend a bombing package for you

Chen Zhibiao drew his gun!

He fired and heard a "bang" gunshot, and then saw Xi Mihua's little brother behind him, clutching his chest, and fell heavily to the ground with eyes full of disbelief.

There was a moment of silence in the hall, and then Xi Mihua's roar sounded.

"Sangbiao, I'm a fool!"

…

According to insider reports, I saw ambulances in Beng Yaju’s mansion at night, and there were several of them. There was internal strife. The insider said that there was a violent internal conflict in Beng Yaju. One side was Chen Zhibiao, and the other side was Xi Mihua. , There was also a gun battle, and several people were killed. It is rumored that Shi Yongxiang, the think tank of the Beng Yaju Society, was among them!

The news spread quickly. Those newspapers didn't care whether he was true or not, and whether he was an insider. Anyway, they reported it, and the sales volume of the day increased by a large amount. When Bai De'an returned to Lisboa Mansion, he got the newspaper Also confused.

"Infighting? Are you sure you're not joking?" Bai De'an asked his subordinates. The voice raised a few points, but he still couldn't believe it.

Beng Yaju is the most ruthless person, he is very loyal, and what is valued very much within the club is unity. This sudden outbreak of infighting made Bai De'an think that the other party wanted to clean up his crimes and deliberately made this move?

"I've already gone to Santa Maria Hospital to verify that the ambulance was indeed dispatched, and there were also deaths, including Shi Yongxiang." The subordinate looked at Bai De'an, who couldn't hide the astonishment in his eyes, but there was still joy.

When you are a horse boy, maybe your personal bravery can make you overcome obstacles and carve out a future, but if you are the boss, you have to rely on your brains. The several assassinations against Bai De'an and his subordinates were all planned by Shi Yongxiang.

Does his death mark the end of an era?

Bai De'an quickly realized that at this time, it was the best time to beat the dog in the water. He turned his head instantly and stared at his subordinate, which startled the other party, because Bai De'an's face was ferocious at this time.

"Arrest all the backbones of all the clubs at Santa Maria Hospital, and we want the weapon of public opinion to announce a strike against all the clubs in Lisboa!" Bai De'an planned to take advantage of this time to do it all in one go.

And he is not afraid of offending people, he has already offended people.

"I have to discuss this matter with Mr. Tang." Bai De'an sank his head, muttered twice, then ran upstairs, locked himself in the study, and "reported" to Tang Dao who was across the bank. .

Tang Dao who received the news from Bai De'an was also shocked, internal strife?

Could it be that the Bengyaju club just looked fierce on the surface, but was destroyed by this incident?

"Mr. Bai, I think, with Shi Yongxiang's injuries, I'm afraid he will die in the hospital." Tang Dao said suddenly, and Bai De'an became quiet and silent. He didn't know what the other party said.

"Lisboa does not have the death penalty." Tang Dao said again.

The absence of the death penalty means that he will come out sooner or later. If Bai De'an is still alive and happy, how do you think he will feel? lay down? Maybe, but I'm afraid the revenge will come sooner.

If they get out of prison again, will they die again?

"I don't know, I think, I can contact the hospital tomorrow to ask." Bai De'an said after a silence.

"Well, you can call and ask tomorrow." After Tang Dao finished speaking, he hung up the phone with a sarcasm on his lips. He picked it up, put it under his nose and sniffed it, crossed his legs, touched it a few times, and then said to the little angel standing behind him, "Find someone, go and solve it."

"clear!"

Rwanda.

Philip Gregg was holding a binoculars, squatting in the bunker and watching the war ahead, his face became more and more ugly, and finally, angrily smashed the binoculars on the ground. Fortunately, it has been raining for a long time recently, and the binoculars When you smash it down, you will hear a dull sound.

This thing is not cheap, the latest product of Eagle Sauce is worth tens of thousands of dollars, and it is not a high-end product on the street.

The African military officer who was dispatched next to him felt distressed.

"Damn! Why can't they understand?" Philip Greg lost his temper and complained to the other members of the advisory group. He spread his hands, and when he saw the fighting literacy of these African soldiers, he vomited blood directly. .

What team did Philip Gregg lead before, the most elite air force, and now? African natives, they don't have the ability to know, they are beaten like this at the door of their house, and their face is lost.

If it weren't for a batch of artillery fire assisted by the savior company, now, the position that was finally defeated would almost be overturned.

This is a bunch of nonsense stuff!

The deputy head of the advisory group and others hurriedly signaled Philip Greg to stop talking. This is on other people’s territory. You don’t know what’s going on in the minds of black people. Maybe they think you’re racially discriminatory, and then suddenly, all Kill them all, when the time comes, the advisory group will become dough.

Philip Gregg was also "sensible". After cursing a few words, he walked to the table, looked at the map, and frowned, "It would be fine if we had air support..." When he said this, he suddenly paused, He exchanged glances with the deputy head, and then quickly said to the guard next to him, "We want to see Minister Hardy."

"Yes, please wait a moment, I will inform you." The guard nodded, left the bunker with the AK47 on his shoulders, and ran towards the rear. About ten minutes later, Minister Hardy came with a tired face. Smiling reluctantly, "Mr. Philip Gregg, is there anything I can do for you?"

He was not in the mood to chat either, and the number of people killed every day made his head hurt.

Philip Gregg glanced at the other party, and expressed his thoughts, "The other party's firepower is too strong for us. In order to avoid unnecessary casualties, we think that we should carry out air strikes and pull out the targets at fixed points."

Air raid?

Hardy looked like a ghost, "Are you kidding? Sir, we don't have an air force!"

In the whole of Rwanda, there are only a few planes that were originally used to water crops during the colonial period, and they are too old to be old.

Philip Gregg raised the corner of his mouth, but quickly restrained himself, looking at the other party seriously, "Our company can provide it."

"Uh…"

Fuck, salesman!

Hardy was stunned for a moment but instantly understood that this is a bundled sale, "I don't think there is any need for air strikes, it will make the residents inside think we are invaders."

"I think so too, but how long do you think it will take? We've provided enough input. I'm sorry. I don't see it in them. If you don't want to prolong the combat time, I think, air strikes It's the best way."

Hadi admitted that this is true. The anti-war in Rwanda is getting stronger and stronger, and he is not the only one who has the final say on the rebels. If the people above demand a truce, all the casualties will be empty.

As for the massacre?

It was just a bargaining chip on the negotiating table. Hardy knew that most of the rebels were also speculators.

"How much is it?"

"It depends on different models. However, if you believe me, I can recommend it for you. The price is between 5 million US dollars and 7.5 million US dollars. Because you are our member, you can get a discount. Don't worry, the discount will come down. Not expensive either."

... so dark!