Red Alert: I am a sheikh in the Middle East

With so much money, Zhang Ga would have to wait [-] days to earn it just by relying on those few kowtow machines!

The two sums add up to 378 billion Huaxia currency, which is equivalent to the Middle East currency.

The original exchange rate between Middle East currency and Huaxia currency was 1.07.

But last month, a group of bigwigs from the Middle East went to Huaxia and talked for a long time.

After two full years of operation in the petroleum Huaxia currency settlement system, the Middle East currency and Huaxia currency have been officially leveled, and the integration has been fully realized!

Of course, this still needs a certain process, slowly adjusted through economic means.

Although the exchange rate itself is very close to "1", under the huge volume, no matter how small the difference is, if the operation is not good, it may bring incalculable losses.

However, in terms of import and export, many price adjustments have been made to accommodate each other and tend to be equal.

The biggest, such as oil.

Now a barrel of oil is priced at 750 yuan, Huaxia currency and Middle East currency.

It is a little cheaper than the original US dollar settlement period.

"378 billion, take 8 million out, and set up a post-war pension fund. All soldiers and civilians, as long as they died or were injured in this war, will all be paid out of this 8 million."

Zhang Ga thought for a while and said, "The remaining 370 billion will be transferred to the construction expenditure account as construction funds."

"Okay." On the other end of the phone, Sanpao responded in a low voice.

Zhang Ga then asked, "What's the status of the 46 billion in Alba Bank?"

"This is rather strange." Sanpao simply explained, "The news we found is that after Falderland Credit Company initiated the freeze on the 40 billion, someone put pressure on Alba Bank to freeze the funds here too. .

"And asked to be refunded to the transfer account in the United States.

"But it was rejected."

Zhang Ga raised his eyebrows: "In other words, the money is still in a normal state?"

"Yes." Sanpao nodded, "Our intelligence center's analysis is: there is another person who wants the money. And this person has a lot of energy in Alba!"

Zhang Ga was silent for a moment, and said, "Urge Durres to make Diao Xiaoyi and the others speed up."

"Yes."

……

Durres, Cathedral of St. Bruce.

The men in sportswear, in order to avoid the stares of the black suits, all pretended to be nonchalant, walked to the opposite side of the church, and each bought a hot dog.

The middle-aged man with a scar face touched his pocket, and said in a low voice: "We are running out of money, when will the goal be reached, if not, ask the other party to give a deposit first."

The small young man lowered his head to eat the hot dog, and said in a vague voice, "Success."

Chapter 259 Undercurrent

Seeing the men in sportswear leave, the crew-cut black suit opened the suit, took out the sunglasses from the inside pocket, and put them on.

"No. [-] stayed behind for observation, and the others temporarily evacuated."

Xiaopingtou gave brief instructions, turned and left.

Following his order, the other two also put on their sunglasses, followed Xiao Chuangtou, and walked towards a black Land Rover on the side of the road.

After getting into the car, Xiaoping said in a low voice: "Contact the CIB headquarters, report today's itinerary, and ask for further intelligence support."

"Yes, boss."

A black man immediately took out his mobile phone, quickly edited an encrypted email, and sent it.

"Also, order food, I want a steak burger, how about you?"

"Pizza."

“Chicken BBQ…”

"Okay, let's order one for No. [-]."

After Xiao Pingtou finished speaking, the black team member lowered his head and began to search for the ordering phone number, preparing to make a call to order food.

"Buzz..."

The black Land Rover started slowly and drove towards the hotel on another street.

……

Fisherman's Inn.

Diao Xiaoyi and Lao Sen went out side by side.

This is the closest hotel to St. Bruce's Cathedral.

They also opened two rooms here.

"What do you want to eat?" Diao Xiaoyi asked as he walked out, "We are relatively well-off, so we don't need to be frugal."

The bald-headed old Sen said: "Let's make a braised pork burger, hurry up, time is tight."

"Did you know?" Diao Xiaoyi suddenly laughed, "This kind of burger has another name in my hometown."

"What kind of strange oriental culture?" Lao Sen asked with a frown.

"Haha, it's not surprising this time, on the contrary, it's very down-to-earth." Diao Xiaoyi smiled, "We call this 'roujiamo'."

After all, I translated it in English.

Lao Sen shrugged and said, "Okay, then let's eat a 'roujiamo'!"

While speaking, a black Land Rover ahead drove into a row of parking spaces at the entrance of the hotel.

There was a "bang bang" sound from the car door.

The three men in black suits got out of the car at the same time and walked towards the hotel.

When the black Land Rover drove into the parking lot, Diao Xiaoyi and Lao Sen had already walked on the sidewalk.

The distance between the two sides is already relatively far.

But Diao Xiaoyi still said sharply: "Those three people have guns."

Lao Sen's expression became serious, and he nodded, "Not only do they have guns, but I also know that the guns they use are Glock 23 and MP5KA3 without stocks."

"Lying grass, you know all of this?" Diao Xiaoyi said in surprise, "Have you opened the perspective?"

Lao Sen pointed to his brain and said, "Because I saw that they were CIB agents, so I deduced the weapons they used."

Diao Xiaoyi gave a thumbs up.

Lao Sen frowned, and said as he walked: "It seems that things are more complicated than we imagined. When we are full, we will go to St. Bruce Cathedral as soon as possible."

……

A few blocks away, the top floor of the Triple-A building.

Cillin Dawson, playing with a butterfly knife in his hand.

A very capable young man pushed open the door and entered the office.

"Boss, the matter is over." The capable young man whispered.

Dawson immediately stood up from the boss chair, walked around the large desk, and patted the young man on the shoulder.

"Very good, Forrest Gump, you are my most capable general!" Dawson praised this confidant without hesitation, "Is it Abraham's eldest son or younger son who was thrown into the sea?"

"Small." A-Gump replied quickly.

"Haha!" Dawson laughed with excitement in his eyes, "That's Abraham's most precious child, Forrest Gump, how can you be so cruel?"

A-Gump was expressionless.

Dawson showed a more loving expression, rubbed A-Gump's head fiercely, and said, "You did a good job on this matter, by the way, what is that Omar doing now?"

"Still in the nightclub, organized another party last night." A-Gump said with an unchanged expression: "This kid has been here for two days, and he has already gotten to know quite a few people.

"Among them is the big Abraham. Boss, do you want to warn this kid and keep him away from our competitors?"

"It's okay." Dawson smiled generously, "Abraham is no longer my enemy! What's more, how can we restrict the freedom of employers?"

A-Gump closed his mouth.

"Okay, you urge him and tell him that it's time to go to St. Bruce's Cathedral." Dawson's smile was restrained, "It's already two days late, if you don't go today, I'm afraid it won't be in time."

A-Gump nodded, and was about to turn around and go to work.

"Wait." Dawson suddenly stopped him, "You can do this yourself, and you can call up two helpers at most, and they must be the ones you trust the most. Too many people will cause problems."

A-Gump nodded again.

"Go, remember, keep it secret." Dawson urged tirelessly, "$46 billion, if we let this money leave Durres for nothing, we should just admit that we are fools!"

……

The noisy nightclub cuts off the light from inside and outside, making the interior space look extremely dark.

Like a dark night.

The ball lights are on, emitting colorful rays of light.

It's just that the rotation is not fast, and it seems that it is trying to give this noisy atmosphere and slow down the rhythm.

Forrest Gump's tall and straight figure appeared at the open gate of the nightclub.

With two of his men, he walked quickly into a messy meeting place, and finally found Rami Omar from a pile of criss-crossed people with more clothes than a homeless person. and his drunk companions.

"Hiccup..."

Omar stood in front of A-Gump and hiccupped heavily.

Suddenly there was a sour smell, filling the surroundings.

A-Gump took half a step back, frowned, and said, "It's time to go."

Omar stood there, staggered for a while, half-opened his eyes, and said dreamily, "Let's go? Where are you going?"

"Send you to a safe place!" A-Gump tried to calm his voice, "St. Bruce Cathedral, you should have gone two days ago."

"I'm not going." Omar's young face was pale with a hangover.

Even in such a dim light, it can be seen clearly.

"I have a good life here, why should I... go to another city?" Omar muttered, "I have money on horseback, I can go anywhere and let anyone protect me! You know?

"Hehe, you can't understand it even after I said it, you don't have 46 billion!

"Beautiful knife!"

A-Gump frowned slightly, and subconsciously asked: "Didn't you go to church? Why did you go to another city?"

"It seems that your boss doesn't trust you!" Omar laughed sarcastically. "Didn't he tell you that after I go to St. Bruce Cathedral, he will arrange for a priest to send me to another city?"

On A-Gump's face, there was a slight change in expression.

But he quickly recovered and said, "I am only responsible for sending you to the church. Of course, there is no need to tell me everything else."

This seems to be explaining for his boss, but also seems to be defending himself.

It also seems to be showing that I will not have any negative views on the boss because of this trivial matter.

There was a look of disappointment in Omar's drunken eyes, but it was also fleeting.

……

Ten minutes later, Omar and his friends got into a black off-road vehicle.

Meanwhile, outside the church.

The scar-faced middle-aged man in sportswear took out his phone and glanced at it.

There's a new message: "In St. Bruce's Cathedral, look for a priest, keep an eye on him!"

Chapter 260 People Sending and Receiving Messages

The off-road vehicle sped across the street, headed for St. Bruce's Cathedral.

The speed is not fast.