MTL - The Strongest Arms Dealer-Chapter 1015 : When others talk about you, you better really have it!

Popular recommendation:

Mogadishu, "The Devil's Kitchen".

It's a nickname, but it's actually the Ninth District.

The entire city layout has 11 districts. The first, third, seventh, and eleventh districts have good economic conditions because of the large-scale construction. The remaining second-class districts are the sixth and ninth districts. They are located near the port and have a large population. Numerous but very complicated, vicious cases often occur at night, so they have this nickname.

Here, it belongs to Company B of the 3rd Battalion of the Rangers. There are 3 infantry platoons with a total of about 152 people and 1 heavy weapons platoon with about 22 people, a total of 174 people.

There are also 4 transport helicopters including the "Sea Knight".

With Mogadishu as the radiation, it controls the three countries in East Africa, and also guarantees the interests of Yingjiang here.

The Savior Company didn't bother to complain to them about the garrison issue. After all, he was not actually a Somali at heart. For the so-called national honor, you can't count on a businessman.

Moreover, Yingjiang...is a bit shameless, he doesn't welcome you at home, so he has to stay here and "spit melon seeds" everywhere, and go outside to tell the Gallic Chicken, Foot Pot Chicken, John Bull and others that the other party is too stingy.

Isn't it just **** at your house?

If you set me on fire one day, I will let people from the NATO Brotherhood come to your house to shit, typical smelly and shameless.

Major Adelaide Murphy is the person in charge here. He was transferred not long ago. He is a descendant of East Africa. His father is a "smuggler", but his family conditions are also good. He can not die of starvation since he was a child, so he can support him. He goes to college.

You know, even if Eagle Sauce has student loans, but you know, this thing... is completely cheating. Aolu just paid it back four years before he took office. With Major Adelaide Murphy's salary, if you don't count remote missions The subsidy is not enough for him to spend.

Therefore, he was arranged to come here, and he also has his own plans.

At the very least, I will make more money, and I just hope that it will be safe and sound.

He is a man who wants nothing.

Moreover, the Somali side is very cautious about them. Apart from their inherent territory, if they want to go out, they have to apply. Moreover, there is a tank company facing them outside the camp. As long as there is a conflict, within five minutes, including Emergency special commandos, including East African Idols, will be there.

Don't look at you, a company of one hundred and eighty people, when a round of artillery fire comes down, no matter what kind of steel and iron you are, let you go to see **** directly.

Boom boom boom.

The knock on the door interrupted Major Adelaide Murphy's thoughts. He stuffed the photo in his hand into the drawer, crossed his hands, and shouted to the outside, "Come in."

Just watched the confidential secretary with the rank of lieutenant walk in, stood up straight and saluted, "Major, here is a letter of request from Geneva."

"Geneva?" Major Adelaide raised his brows and nodded slightly, "Say what?"

"Ask us to assist Ms. Isabelle in the United Nations investigation mission."

Adelaide is not an idiot either. He also pays attention to the news and politics. It is difficult not to understand something as big as the Savior Company. He pondered for a while, stretched out his hand, and the confidential secretary immediately handed over the letter.

He opened it and looked at it, and there was an organization stamp underneath: United Nations Industrial Development Organization.

"Damn it, what is this?" Adelaide mumbled a few words, tore up the letter, and looked up at the secretary who was also confused, "We are soldiers, not slaves in the South, we want It's an order, not this kind of nonsense, understand?"

That is, he only listens to the Pentagon.

He is the one who is responsible for this accident!

Adelaide doesn't want to retire that early.

The confidential secretary nodded. He is also a smart person. It is better to let his boss scold him than to destroy it on his own. Anyway, there will be no loss of meat. When he was about to leave, another orderly ran in and stared at him. He squinted, "Major, something happened at the door..."

Adelaide picked up his hat and rushed out decisively. The siren sounded outside, and all the personnel entered the combat position. He saw a large group of people around the door. The iron gate had been closed, and the soldiers inside were very Look nervous.

"Let us in! Murderer!"

"Damn it! You butchers, do you want to kill us?"

"God!"

There was chaos outside, and some people knelt on the ground, trembling with their heads in their hands, and even... waving the Stars and Stripes. This scene made Adelaide look embarrassed, and in the distance, he saw the reporter.

"What's going on?" he asked the guard.

The guard's face was also obviously confused, with a tangled expression, "An old man rushed over just now, and then..."

"Did you shoot?!" Adelaide asked with wide-eyed eyes. He looked through the crowd and saw a white-haired old man in black clothes lying on the ground. There must be a trial, but this method of direct killing seems very irrational at this time.

"No, no, I didn't shoot."

Unexpectedly, the guard shook his head and said with certainty, "He just lay down by himself."

Water?

There is a black question mark above Adelaide's head, what's going on?

He still doesn't know that there is a game called "Pengci".

I just thought, this is a bit weird, the reporters outside seem to be frequent recently, and, wait...is that a drone?

A small drone hovered in midair, making a buzzing sound.

Adelaide is also well-informed. He knows this thing, because many civilian companies in Europe and the United States have begun to develop it, and the Savior Company is one of the best. They have developed several models with favorable prices. For hot spots... Yearning For the people who live, it is particularly cost-effective, and it is only two or three hundred dollars. If you hang it on it, you can fly over and send "friends" to see their respective beliefs.

"Damn it, let them stop this behavior! This is provocation!" Adelaide said to the secretary beside him, his face was ugly, and his lips were trembling as he watched more and more people gathered in front of him.

if…

All these people rushed in, did they shoot themselves or did they shoot?

"Block the door, contact Mogadishu, and demand absolute security in the military zone, otherwise we will take action." Adelaide's face was ugly.

"Yes!"

The confidential secretary looked at the scene at the door worriedly, and then ran back. As long as he was quicker, he could "save" what was about to happen.

Adelaide ordered everyone to exercise restraint, no shooting was allowed without his order, but if the other party rushed in, then shoot!

This is a military reserve, they have the final say.

In a certain place~www.novelbuddy.com~ their colleagues hit someone with a car, got drunk and gave XO to some college students who were late after school, ran to the protected area, and they were all right.

"Something has happened."

…

Ms. Isabelle is doing her makeup in the mirror.

She is a person who is very strict with herself.

"Ma'am..." Lucas ran in suddenly, and slammed the door against the wall, making a dull sound. Isabelle's hands shook in shock, and a line was drawn at the corner of her mouth.

Seeing the image poured out in the mirror, Isabelle's complexion sank, and before he could speak, Lucas said anxiously, "The garrison can't help, he has already rejected us, and now that Surrounded by many people."

Isabelle frowned.

She thought that this was Nicholas' method, but it was too despicable.

"How to do?"

Isabelle took a deep breath, turned on the faucet, got some water on her hands, and wiped off the lipstick on the corner of her mouth, but suddenly, she picked up the cosmetics and threw them on the ground, "Fake!"

The cursing sound was very clear.

This kind of refusal to cooperate is simply disgusting. She thought about who could help at this time, but... finally found out in despair that unless this method is used forcefully, it will even be sanctioned by the United Nations!

Start to intervene, otherwise, there will be no fart at all.

As for fakes...

She doesn't have that much prestige, she doesn't have laundry on her hands.

Intimidate Nicholas?

The other party will really kill!

When self-proclaimed gentlemen in the western world say you have "threat weapons," you better, really have.

At this time, someone in Tang...

I am fighting towards this dirty world!