nightcrawler in los angeles

Chapter 350 War
"why!"

"Is he crazy!"

"He actually wants to touch me!"

When Marco heard that Ramos was going to be transferred, he stood in the room with an unbelievable expression and questioned Ramos who was about to retreat.

As the guard of the Tripoli Hotel, Ramos also looked embarrassed and didn't know how to answer this question.

Marco took out the note written by Tao Xi himself and looked at the content on his face.

[Don't panic, I'm in South Sudan to deal with some things, I'll go to Tripoli to pick you up right away! 】

He couldn't be more clear about the pressure his brother has endured these years. There were wolves before and tigers later, although the Panama Commercial Bank is already a giant dragon.

But the scene where eagles and wolves are watching, the pressure can be imagined.

"Do you have anyone available in Tripoli!"

"I can't retreat. If I retreat, these people will definitely be aware of the problem!"

When Ramos took over this task, he had heard that people in the Dow family loved to walk on wire ropes, but he didn't really realize how adventurous the people in this family really are until today!
The whole-hearted people in Tripoli who knew that Mutasim wanted to rebel knew it. Those soldiers who kept gathering towards Tripoli were afraid that others would seem to know that they kept waving their guns and shooting along the way.

"If you are referring to CIA personnel, I don't have any suitable ones in my hand. Saima is very strict in screening the Americans in Tripoli, and many of them have been deported!"

With a heavy sigh, Marco kept rubbing the ring on his left ring finger and hesitated for a long time: "What about the non-CIA personnel?"

Ramos hesitated for a moment and pulled Marco to the back of the Tripoli Hotel, pointing to a Daewoo truck in the backyard, and said: "There are two brothers in there who are slaves who were bought by someone. If you say how good their marksmanship is Yes, but they need money!"

"It's just the two of them!" Marco agreed without the slightest hesitation when he heard Ramos' introduction. After all, if he picks and chooses at this time, maybe he doesn't have to go back to see his wife Hei. Hitomi is gone.

Why not call now and ask his wife to prepare for his funeral.

Saimai rushed to his father's office with a disheveled face and yelled at his father: "Father, Mutasim is crazy!"

Hearing the chaotic sound of guns and helicopters circling in the city, Omar pointed at Saima angrily and said angrily, "Tell that bastard Mutasim to come back, I won't take him Head, if he continues to be an asshole, I don't guarantee that he will do anything to make his mother uncomfortable!"

Sai Yima couldn't help being overjoyed when he heard his father's words.

Although there seemed to be a lot of movement outside the city, it didn't rule out that he was letting that idiot Mutasim deliberately bring his personal guards into the city to make things worse.

If his father doesn't know about this conflict, how can he maximize his interests.

Saima, who rushed outside the city hall building, couldn't help but asked, "Mutasim is an idiot who didn't come to attack the core of the city hall building, what is he doing there!"

"That's the Tripoli Hotel. There are many big shots there. Do you think we should send troops to rescue them?"

"Save?" Saiyima snorted coldly and then ordered: "Let the brothers below try to make the commotion louder. If Mutasim can be crucified this time, when the time comes, all of you will die." He is my hero!"

"Okay! I will let our artillery barracks outside the city fire a few shots at the Tripoli Hotel!"

"Hahahaha!"

"it is good!"

"Da da da"

Sunu stared at a group of soldiers not far away and even used mortars. He complained to his good buddy Dieter with a look of despair: "Damn! Dieter, if I die, you Better not live alone!"

Dieter picked up a grenade with his head down and threw a grenade at the crowd downstairs without looking up.

At this time, Marco, who was hired by the brothers, led a group of big shots and businessmen from all over the world and kept pulling the trigger in their hands.

There were not many people, there were 14 people in their group trying to escape from the hotel!

Although the overall strength of Libya's soldiers is not good, the semi-automatic rifles and grenades in their hands are pouring towards them as if they don't want money.

"Get ready, I see they have a multi-purpose infantry vehicle, as long as we destroy or grab that armored vehicle, we can run out!"

Marco cheered nervously on the old and weak soldiers around him.

But as soon as Marco finished his sentence, the bullets poured towards the window where he was, and there were occasional screams of people in the corridor behind him.

"Marco! If it wasn't for your brother Taoxi, I would definitely not believe you, a lunatic. Are you sure that idiot Mutasim is going to rebel!"

An old man with a white beard was wearing a suit and was talking to Marco while buttoning the AK47 in his hand.

"Yes!"

"Believe me, if I die, you people will definitely not live, because Mutasim will definitely give my brother an explanation!"

"Even if you say that Libya is riddled with holes, he won't believe it."

"That's a white-eyed wolf!"

When he said the word white-eyed wolf again, Marco almost said it with his back molars gritted. After all, he dared not say that the American equipment in Mutasim's hand was provided by him.

Although Dieter was born as a thief, he couldn't help that the two brothers were familiar with the terrain of Libya. They were also from the slave army. Marco only spent 10 US dollars to make these two poor guys who had lost hope in life invest in Marco's " business" inside.

"Marco!"

"I saw that there was no one around our truck. If we can rush to the truck within 5 minutes, we can definitely escape here!"

Marco asked impatiently, "How can you be so sure?"

"I used to be a thief. Looking at the route and discovering the rules is what people like us often do!" Dieter's answer stunned all the old guys around for a moment.

On the contrary, Marco was taken aback when he heard Dieter's explanation.

"Okay! Listen to you, how much time do we have now?"

Dieter hesitated for a moment and replied simply: "4 and a half minutes, enough for us to rush from the second floor to the door!"

"Crazy, Marco!"

"That's right, Marco, you actually believed a thief's analysis!"

Marco turned his head and glanced at the group of old guys behind him and said seriously: "I was also a thief before! I advise you to listen to this thief, otherwise the ammunition in our hands will definitely not be able to hold on to the reinforcements!"

(End of this chapter)