Chapter 167: Oh mad! !

Five minutes later, Satsuma had to know why he did this.
Someone used a sum of money to buy Tumbad and asked him to find a reason to throw Samoth and others into prison. It is best to let them die silently in prison.
As for the identity of the other party, Bud is not clear. The other party was brought by his superior. It seems that the relationship between the two is good.
"Thank you for leaving me with a toll." Satsuma had to retrieve the bundle of money he had just stuffed from his pocket and threw it back to his men.
"We are in trouble to pass the news to BOSS." Upon hearing Samoed's instructions, a team member jumped from the rear compartment and trot back to the border controlled by the US military.
Soon after, a motorcycle drove in the direction he had been.
"Let's go." Re-boarding, Browning m1917 on the carriage was lifted down, directly behind the carriage, deterring Bud and his colleagues.
Clang-
The messy mining area is surrounded by barbed wire, surrounded by sandbags. The barbed wire is 80 cm deep and 120 cm wide.
Seeing that Samo had to come back, the gate made of barbed wire and wood was pulled inward.
Jumping off the car, Samoyed went straight to the training ground in front of the barracks. He needed to talk to Bobby and Barnett.
The others in the car were tight-lipped about the matter. The materials were unloaded and moved to the warehouse. The 30 women were also divided by the energetic team members.
As for those guys who are on duty, they can only enjoy it after changing shifts.
Compared to the bodyguards who perform missions in the United States or Europe, the players in this chaotic land in Africa are more like blooded soldiers.
It is almost instinctive for them to ban orders.
"Bobby, Barnett, we need to talk." Samoot shouted to the two men beside the training camp and walked toward the green camp beside the mine.
"What happened, Samoyed?" The two walked into the camp and saw his face, knowing what must have happened.
When they learned about the conflict on the border, their expressions became serious.
This is the colony of country F. If you want to deal with them, it is really a big trouble.
"I have asked people to send the news back to the United States. With the help of the garrison's radio, I believe that the news will be available soon." Samo walked back and forth.
"How many Browning m1917 do we have?" Bobby asked.
"Twelve, even if they are really F nationals, it is enough for them to hit their heads and break the bloodstream, don't forget that there are minefields around us." Barnett said.
"Move them all out, set up on the surrounding commanding heights, and expand the patrol range by 1 mile, so that everyone can be vigilant."
"In addition, no one except us will be allowed to enter or exit in a short period of time." Samote needed to wait for an order from the United States to know what to do next.
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By the time Li Zitao received the news, it was already the next afternoon.
Li Zitao, who was playing a second base bumper car with Little Elk and Greta in the room, was shocked and bounced from the bed.
"Help me connect to Morgan's phone." Li Zitao thought of Morgan for the first time.
The F nationals directly intervened, and Morgan should not have received any news. Is there something he didn’t know about this?
"Mr. Morgan, don't you know that you have been paying attention to that distant country recently?" Li Zitao was not even polite and cut straight to the point.
"Charlie, just a little trouble, rest assured, nothing will happen." Little Morgan seemed calm on the phone.
"But my people are protecting your property. Their relatives are still waiting for them to come back. I don't want to see bloodshed."
"..." There was silence on the phone.
Li Zitao knew that he was too excited, and pondered: "At least within the controllable range."
"Charlie, nothing is controllable, just like your little moves on Wall Street, am I right?" Little Morgan said indifferently.
‘Damn, you’ll know so soon. Li Zitao scolded in his heart.
"That's just normal business cooperation, you know, I don't understand some unspoken rules in the United States,
If there is a place that bumps into you, I hope you can forgive an ignorant young man. "
"Charlie, there are no hidden rules, it has always been on the bright side, and now some people choose to ignore it, and if it is you, what will it do?"
Little Morgan was no longer beating, but a naked warning.
American Capital has been putting an end to the invasion of European capital, and at the step of Li Zitao, he certainly knows this.
But when it’s time to pretend to be stupid, do you want to pretend to be stupid? Do you want to tell Little Morgan face to face, "I just want to hit your face, don't you allow you to be angry?"
"...I want my people to come back safely." Li Zitao's tone rose a little politely.
"When accepting a mission, you should understand that there is no such thing as absolute security, which I cannot guarantee."
"...Then wish you a wonderful weekend." Li Zitao hung up the phone.
Sitting on the sofa, rubbing his head with some headache, Li Zitao began to think about how to solve this matter.
Turn your face? Li Zitao really wanted to lift the table, let's talk about it!
But unless he intends to take S.H.I.E.L.D. and the other party to the end~EbookFREE.me~ Otherwise, all he can do is to endure this breath, mmp is so angry!
Little Morgan's attitude undoubtedly shows that he is very dissatisfied with Li Zitao's unauthorized introduction of the Rothschild family.
So Samote and others in Africa are no longer enjoying the care of Morgan.
Because of this, the defenders at the border will not follow the rules and directly plan to start against Samoet and others, wanting to use unjustifiable charges to let them die in prison.
"The Chief of Staff Office of the Military Department." Li Zitao said with his hands down.
He wanted to talk to the newly appointed Chief of Staff MacArthur.
Although Li Zitao has no influence in Africa, the United States still has 8,000 troops stationed in Monrovia, the richest man.
"Hello, this is MacArthur." The loud voice came, let people feel the first impression, this is a free and bold man, like a Western cowboy.
"This is Charlie Lee, General MacArthur. I'm sorry to bother you. I don't know if you have time. I want to talk to you."
"Oh? About what?" MacArthur flashed the picture in the newspaper.
In this country, only Li Zitao can remember him.
Not because his status has risen to the point where MacArthur has to keep in mind, but there is too much information about him in the newspaper.
It has been reported for nearly half a year, even if MacArthur does not want to pay attention.
When Li Zitao raised the question of Africa, the look of surprise flashed across MacArthur's face.
After a little silence, he didn't agree with Li Zitao's meeting, but he gave him a set of calls: "I think if it happened there, he can provide you with more help."