Rebirth of the American Tyrant

William White was digging for Murdoch, digging with pleasure. He can't wait any longer, as long as he can give the old guy a ruthless, what can he do if he loses some money.

"The boss, the London company reports here, they received a lot of orders. They want to know if you agree to the sale."

After saying these words, Philson couldn't help feeling. My boss didn't know what to think about, and he placed orders for several thousand bulletproof SUVs in one go. Originally thought to be bad inventory, now it seems that it is simply not enough.

"Huh, who is so local? This is a Bentley buggy, not a regular one."

"Boss, the desert tyrants are crazy. They suddenly like this kind of car. Although many people used to buy it, it has never been so concentrated."

"Tell them that I need 1,500 cars, and others, the price is increased by 15%, because this is booked by other customers."

Filson's heart is slandering, what customers order, this is basically your own. Being able to mass-produce bullet-proof off-road vehicles is also a wonderful thing.

"By Philson, Tesla here, there are some cars of this type. The current off-road vehicle is really a little girly."

"Boss, these orders now seem a little irrational. Not necessarily a trend?"

"Oh, I don't think so. The price of oil won't rise much in the short term. The war-torn world needs this tough car very much."

Speaking of which, the sales of Bentley's off-road vehicles are really related to the situation in the desert. The local tyrants who escaped found that the super horse is a joke. It may be good to pretend to be 13, and it is ridiculous to use it to escape.

There is not much to do at home, only two such cars are needed. The probability of a successful escape is very different. Not only that, the load capacity of this car is also very large, and the gold and silver soft and soft horses can also be packed and taken away.

Thinking of the gold and antiques that were forced to give up, this group of local tyrants who succeeded in their escape was like a knife. Nima, how could you be so idiot, if you buy four cars at a time, those goods can definitely buy a team easily.

There is no harm without comparison. If most people only bought one, they would not have this idea. The reality is that many people buy four.

Okay, this has something to do with people's laws. If you buy a car for your wife, you must buy it for other wives. Unless you use it yourself, it is a wife. Villas, yachts, jewelry horses are all like this.

The experience of this escape tells them that Rolls-Royce and those who ran super farelessly. One is bad, even with money, all are gone.

Silly Damu's action is basically a nerve knife. It is said that it is 14 hours to end the battle, but it is really not much time.

Lurking and special forces directly stunned the Kuwaiti tyrants. The time they spend to escape is no more than four hours.

When it comes to escape, it's actually not difficult. You just have to escape from the city and run directly into the desert. If you stay on a congested street, you can rest assured that the whole family will be captured and no one can escape.

Now the question is coming, the Desert Shield operation conducted by the US Emperor did not reassure the desert tyrants. Your army of thousands of people has fart. If you only have one charge, you are basically gone.

Silly Damu's madness, desert tyrants have taught. They really don't want to deal with this kind of bastard. If the goods are coveted here, the best way is to run first.

"William, can you organize a security team of about 5,000 people."

"Fart, are you crazy or am I crazy, can five thousand people be called security? What are you going to do with these people?"

William White expressed difficulty in understanding the strange ideas of Bush. The team of five thousand people can go to Kuwait to play.

"Cough, the soldiers they can collect are at most 10,000. You know, if there is any action, this number is not enough."

"Don't talk about it, those who are not soldiers at all, are even inferior to the **** farmer. I feel that Silly Damu doesn't need to use teachers to move people, just send an armored battalion to solve them."

"Okay, okay, this is a big business. They need not only soldiers but also relevant training."

"You ask me to think about it. In this way, my interest in Africa needs to be given up."

"Okay, in three days, they are already insane. You can rest assured that weapons and equipment are not a problem."

Throwing away the phone, William White was dizzy. He really couldn't understand what the desert tyrants were going to do. My own charging standards here are calculated on a daily basis. This group of guys don't want to think about how they will maintain in the future if they cannot get back to their country.

"Xiaohu, where is Africa now?"

"Chaos, since the silly big wood decisively shot, Kazafei is also a little restless, and our income in Africa is constantly declining."

"It's true, why are there so many idiots that are not afraid of death. You are like this, let Max prepare to evacuate, the stronghold in Africa is temporarily gone."

Xiaohu understood that his young master did not intend to go to muddy water. He doesn't care at all what Africa will become.

"His Royal Highness, William White agreed to your request. He intends to evacuate Africa, at most one month, he can be ready."

"Thank you very much, we Kuwaitis, will not forget our friends."

"Here is a list of weapons, you need to configure according to the above requirements."

"It's no problem at all. It's just that there are 1,500 Bentley buggies. IMHO, there is really no way to buy them."

"What's the reason? The factory I've been to has a terrible output. It's not the size of Rolls-Royce." Little Busu was curious. He didn't know that the car was sold like crazy.

"We should also be grateful to them. Our people can get out of trouble smoothly. This kind of bulletproof buggy has helped a lot. Some guys have mixed into the city to create chaos, and the roads of the city can't pass through. This very thick guy looks like, Break through the three previous obstacles."

Little Busu was very surprised. He was very curious whether William White was producing cars or armored cars.

"The gangsters who tried to stop us not only couldn't break the armor, they couldn't catch up with this kind of vehicle. After we had crossed a few dunes, there were no more chasers behind."

"Huh, I have one here too. Unfortunately, it's not bulletproof."

"You know, it's not just Kuwait that is threatened by a silly big wood. This kind of vehicle is widely welcomed, and you are now doubling the price, I am afraid that you can't buy it."

"Okay, but this shouldn't be a problem. Don't you know, Yours is the same Bentley factory. It's justifiable that others can't buy it, and if he can't, it's a joke."

"Okay, hope so, it's nothing to spend a little money on."

Therefore, the local tyrants are local tyrants. William White's list showed that there was no pressure. It's just, why doesn't this guy have heavy weapons?

William White decided to give up Africa temporarily. Well, to be precise, Silly Damu is a lunatic, and Kazafei is not much better. The situation in Africa is very bad for him.

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