Chapter 896: You die or he dies (please collect, recommend and vote, please give me a month)
Chapter 896 Do you die or he dies (please collect, recommend and vote, please vote monthly)
Alex was stunned for a moment, then raised her lips and smiled, "You are really an interesting guy, a really nice person."
She found that Sean was a bit naive and idealistic. He was actually not very suitable for the profession of an agent. She walked over and stood in front of Sean, put her arms around his waist, and said, "Don't move yet."
Sean Pierce’s whole body tensed up due to the other party’s movements, as if he didn’t know where to put his hands and feet. He had no idea what Alex meant.
Alex just rested her head on the other person's chest for half a minute, then stood up expressionlessly and said to Sean, who looked confused, "You go out first, I want to change clothes."
"WTF!" Sean, who was kicked out of the room, looked at the closed door in front of him and couldn't help but cursed.
Alex, who was behind the door, pressed her hand on her chest in confusion, but the beating there didn't change at all.
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Moscow, at the headquarters of the Zetlov Group, executive officer Sergey Smike was losing his temper with Ali Taselov, "It's been so long and there's no news about Alexandra?"
Since the last time Alex broke into his manor, Sergei Smike had not slept peacefully.
Ali, who was sitting across from the desk, had a slightly unnatural expression. Well, he had not actually investigated this matter at all, but he still knew some information about Alex.
“There are indications that Alexandra joined an American intelligence organization whose leader was named Percy Val Ross.”
After Ali finished speaking, it was Sergei Smike's turn to look unnatural this time, because he had cooperated with Percy to kill Alex's father.
Sergey finally understood why Alex was still alive. It seemed that Percy had planned to have a back-up to deal with him.
Although he was wrong, it was at least consistent with the current situation.
“Find Alexandra and bring her body back.” Sergey said. “Also, is there any result about the death of Anton Kocher and several others?”
Ali nodded, "Mr. President, except for Anton Kocher who was shot and killed by a sniper, everyone else is an accident. However, the collective accident in such a short period of time is the most suspicious thing." of."
"I'll make a bold guess whether Alexandra and the organization behind her have started to deal with us." Ali really didn't conduct any investigation. He was already ready to leave with Gogol. There is no time to check these things.
But he didn't expect that this guess was almost correct.
Sergey also thought of this. The key point here is actually Alex. As long as this girl who died long ago is dealt with, everything will be solved.
Coming out of the president's office, Ali Taseloff's expression changed from serious to unconcerned.
His eyes are no longer here. Even if he kills Alex, what will happen? It will not help Sergey remove the stumbling block, which will not benefit him at all.
Moreover, Alex's appearance was a bit inexplicable, and he had to think carefully about some things.
As soon as he reached the elevator door, one of his men ran over and whispered something to Ali.
"Umbrella has started taking action? Nansudan." After listening to his men's report, Ali said to himself, and then walked into the elevator.
After Bai E finished talking to Bear Grylls, he indeed kept people paying attention to Umbrella's movements. This time Umbrella's people began to contact the news about Nansudan's palace. Gogol No. 1 Time will tell.
Ali had a real smile on his face. Gogol also set his sights on Africa, but the complexity there was not much worse than in the Middle East, and he also needed a strong ally.
Umbrella's size is there, and it's still a bit inferior to Gogol, but this is the best partner.
“It seems I need to contact Mr. Grylls.”
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Xu Chuan inspected the camp like the uncle (second tone), and then told everyone not to throw used small umbrellas against the wall, and more importantly, not to bring in women from outside, and of course men were not allowed.
The discipline of this group of mercenaries is really bad. He had to die several times before he let these people know that not giving money after all is called QJ.
“Why is this guy here?”
After walking around, Xu Chuan saw an acquaintance, Curtis’ friend Damien Scott.
“Boss, he passed the test.” Curtis approached Xu Chuan with a flattering look on his face, “There is nothing wrong with the physical examination.”
Xu Chuan understood what he meant. According to normal procedures, newly joined personnel need a period of assessment period. During this period, they can only receive a basic salary. However, these people will not be allowed to go on dangerous tasks. Basically, they will be involved in logistics work. .
Mainly to examine the character and mental state of these people. After all, if they have some kind of schizophrenia, wouldn't they fall ill again while on a mission? A lot of people will be affected. One Modoc is enough.
Looking at Scott sitting shirtless under the parasol, Xu Chuan walked over and kicked over the lounge chair, "Damn, let me sunbathe here, right? Let's dig a hole behind."
Scott, who was disturbed from his sweet dream, jumped up from the ground. Without even looking at the person, he punched him with his fist, "Fuck..."
Curtis quickly rushed up from the side and threw Scott aside, "Brother, calm down..." He knew how narrow-minded his boss was, and he would definitely remember it if he did it.
“Fuckyou, are you crazy?” Scott then saw Xu Chuan clearly.
Young Master Xu rolled his eyes and pointed at the two people, "You two go dig a hole together, clean up those small umbrellas and bury them."
Then he turned to look at the others and said, "Listen here, if I see this thing again in the camp, I will find someone to test its DNA and let him eat it by himself."
With these old fritters, if you are too polite to them, you will definitely get in trouble with them. They are a bunch of people who only care about eating and not fighting.
After a lot of trouble, everyone knew the news that the big boss was coming. The order in the camp improved several levels for a while. No one wanted to be caught by the big boss and lose this job with a salary far higher than the average. .
Masuku stood aside and let Xu Chuan use the topic. By the time this guy finished his fun, it was already night.
The originally orderly camp was thrown into chaos by him. A group of people found Masuku privately and asked him if he had any temporary tasks that needed to be done. They really couldn't stand this big boss. Look at him. It means that everything has to be cleaned tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow. These people would rather go to the desert to eat sand than bother with him. Curtis looked at these guys who had no place to vent their anger and laughed so happily that they finally realized the destructive power of this psychopath.
The most irritating part is that when you think that you have to teach the other person a lesson even if you don’t want to do this job, and then you find that you may not be able to beat him, you feel aggrieved at that time.
"Okay, stop making trouble. I guarantee that the boss will forget about you tomorrow. You are not qualified to let him remember you all day." Although Masuku said persuasive words, but why It sounds awkward.
“Fuckyou…”, a group of people raised their middle fingers at Masuku.
Fortunately, as Masuku said, Xu Chuan stopped paying attention to things in the camp the next day and seemed to have returned to his usual self.
However, these people don’t dare to be as undisciplined as before. At least they should be able to maintain their current status before the big boss leaves.
Xu Chuan stayed in the camp for two days and wandered around the surrounding tribal settlements. After feeling that there was no problem with the overall situation, he went directly back to Benghazi. If he stayed here any longer, these people would probably go crazy.
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In Paris, American Stevens was meeting with the leader of the Ansaral-Sharia organization, Ahmed Abul Tamara.
"Stevens, my friend, we meet again." Tamara was wearing a sand-colored combat uniform with a turban on her head. She was short but strong, with a big beard that looked similar to They are the dwarves in the movie.
Stevens raised his hand and gave the other person a polite hug, "If there hadn't been trouble, do you think I would have come here?"
"Old friend, don't be so anxious. You know this is nothing. We can definitely solve it. It was like this before and it will be like this in the future." Tamara patted Stevens twice on the shoulder and seemed not to worry about it. Take the current situation seriously.
“I hope your skills are as good as you say.” Stevens was not as optimistic as the other party.
Two people sat down at the table, and someone brought coffee.
"Friends, let me be fair. You have already received the payment for the goods, and the goods have been delivered to the hands of the Zuliya armed forces according to your requirements. I really can't think of why I should be responsible for this matter.", Tamara looked at the other person and spoke very sincerely.
But Stevens knows this is all **** and would be an idiot if he believed it.
"You know the impact of this matter. If we can't recover the remaining missiles, neither you nor I will end well." Stevens is very serious and definitely not joking. If those above him think that he If the problem cannot be solved, then he will definitely be eliminated as soon as possible.
Tamara sat across the table and looked at the other person carefully. Stevens's anxiety was indeed not fake.
“Very troublesome?”
"very troublesome."
"Okay, give me a month and I'll try my best to contact the buyer, but what about the money?" Tamara looked embarrassed. She wanted to get back the things she sold. This is simply not the work of a human being. thing.
"One month? Mr. Tamara, I must remind you, we don't have such a long time, seven days, you only have seven days at most." Stevens asked about the time limit and gave him about twenty days. .
He told Tamara for seven days to give himself a buffer. If Tamara couldn't do it here, he would have to think of other ways.
“Seven days? Man, that’s impossible.” Tamara’s eyes widened.
Stevens stood up, then put his hands on the table and looked at the other person, his tone was extremely firm, "There are only seven days, after that you have no chance."
After that, he ignored Tamara's reaction and turned around and went out, leaving Tamara sitting there alone and shaking her head.
Looking at Stevens walking out of the room, Tamara said to herself, "It's not a good habit to be difficult for your friends."
A door in the house was pushed open from the inside, and Alex, wearing a jacket and a turban on her head, walked out, dragging a tall man dressed similar to Tamara in her hand.
"Aren't all your men like this?" Alex threw him in front of Tamara in disgust. This guy wanted to touch her in the room, but she knocked him unconscious. .
Tamara's face darkened, "What do you want? I have promised Stevens to retrieve the missile."
"I'm not interested in missiles. I only know that only one of you and Stevens can survive. If he doesn't die, you will be the one who dies." Alex pulled out a chair and sat down.
Amanda urged her urgently. She contacted Tamara directly as soon as she arrived in Tripoli today. It would be better for Stevens not to die in the hands of others. The people above believed that a KB attack on the temporary diplomatic facility in Benghazi, It's a perfect solution.
Alex sneered at how troublesome it was to make a problem that could be solved with just one injection disguised as suicide.
And he also has to use this treacherous-looking guy in front of him.
However, she can only carry out this matter and has no room for objection.
"One thing Stevens is right about is that you don't have much time. I can only give you four days. As for Stevens, I can guarantee that he will stay in Benghazi during this time." Eric Si continued.
Tamara looked at the men who fell on the ground, knowing that this woman was more troublesome than Stevens, and replied in a low voice, "Okay, I understand."
It's just that he has no choice at all. He is just a **** at the mercy of others. If he doesn't agree to meet him then, he will probably be hunted by the seals or the Delta.
Alex took out a rechargeable mobile phone from her pocket and threw it to the other party, "If you need anything, call the number inside to contact me." This was something she bought casually on the way here.
When we came out of the stronghold of Tamara, it was almost dark. Most of the street lights on the road were broken. Tripoli had just emerged from the war. There were not many pedestrians on the road, especially after dark. Sometimes there were still people in the distance. Scattered gunshots were heard.
Outside of Tripoli, some fighting is still going on, and some Sirte people who support Kadazou are still fighting, but these people are already very few.
Alex found a small hotel to sleep in, and without wasting time the next day, she bought an extremely old N-hand Toyota Land Cruiser on the black market early in the morning and drove directly to Benghazi.
(End of this chapter)