The next morning, Moore helped Marcus prepare the ak47 rifle needed to exchange the hostages./Not only did he take out his own inventory, but he also paid a high price to buy it.

Because the price of each AK is 3,000 US dollars, and it is cash, I get one for one to give a gun. So Moore is not stingy, which will make him crazy and make a fortune.

He began to like Marcus, and he liked it very much. Of course, if he was allowed to fall in love with Marcus, he would have to wait until two million pounds to his hands. But now he did not doubt Marcus's financial resources at all, because Marcus was cruel and the king of fighting in the world.

Little Pomegranate went to the complex area south of Dada Putra alone to find and observe the Somali Liberal Party armed groups there. When he arrived, he found that there was no deviation from what Moore said.

It was originally a large hilly mountainous land with holes dug out everywhere and deep pits dug out everywhere. These were all defensive bunker structures, like mazes.

When encountering such complex terrain, whether it is Xiao Pomegranate or Xiao Yuanchao, they are helpless. This situation can only be left to Lei Peng to deal with. Perhaps Lei Peng has studied this defense system.

In Dada Putrajaya, Marcus guarded a pile of cash to order firearms and ammunition. Moore looked at the US dollars in front of Marcus and threw them at him one by one, so happy that he didn't even hurt his wounds.

"Mr. Godfather, you are so generous. I swear, you are the most worthy partner in my life and the best partner!" Moore's fat face was trembling with his muscles.

He can almost make 100% profit, or even 200% profit, with a gun. One hundred and seventy guns, which is a full 300,000 to 400,000 US dollars, which is faster than anything else.

"When two million pounds are in your hands, I am your God." Marcus glanced at the gun and threw a stack of US dollars over.

"Yes, yes, you are my God, hahaha..." Moore laughed.

At this moment, he completely forgot how Marcus broke his shoulders, and also forgot the demonic image of Marcus wearing a bloody human skin. Under the catalysis of US dollars, he regarded Marcus as his true God!

"Sheriff, someone is looking for you." A policeman walked in and reported to Moore.

During the report, he glanced at Marcus at a very fast speed, fear flashed in his eyes, and subconsciously took two small steps back.

"Tell him, I'm not available!" Moore said impatiently.

"But he said he was here to deliver the money." The policeman whispered.

Hearing this sentence, Moore's eyes lit up instantly, and he immediately expressed that he was very free.

As long as it is about money, he will have time even if he is not available.

"Let him come in," Moore ordered.

The police immediately turned around and walked out, bringing in the money that came to deliver.

"Haha," Moore smiled at Marcus, "Mr. Godfather, I'm always so busy, hahaha..."

Marcus ignored Moore and continued to count the guns sent by the militants, throwing money at Moore.

Not long after, a middle-aged man wearing sunglasses and casual clothes walked in. He was carrying a heavy black box in his hand and a valuable Patek Philippe watch on his wrist.

Although I haven't spoken yet, you can see a feeling of being high and wealthy from this person's appearance.

Moore is a very rustic, a typical African native rustic who is nestled in a chaotic refugee camp. But he knows the expensive things in the world very well. At a glance, he can see that the middle-aged man's watch is a Patek Philippe super complex function chronograph 5074r rose gold black disc watch. The price of this watch alone is as high as millions of dollars, just a watch.

Perhaps Dadabu is not limited to playing cars and watches, but the value of a watch is much higher than that of a car.

"Dear guest, welcome to Dadabu!" When encountering such a rich man, Moore is definitely not stingy with his kind words: "I believe that when I arrived, I had already felt the unique customs and culture of Dadabu? Haha, believe me, Moore can make you feel deeper! No matter what you need, I will satisfy you!"

The middle-aged man nodded slightly, took off his sunglasses, and casually inserted them into his inner pocket of his coat.

At this moment, Moore immediately recognized the other party's sunglasses: lotos eyes, worth 150,000 US dollars!

In other words, the face of this person alone is worth 150,000 US dollars without considering any identity or status.

"Chinese!" Moore made a sure voice without hesitation.

The middle-aged man's skin was yellow, his hair was black, and his eyes were filled with a sense of vicissitudes. He did not answer Moore's affirmation, but just looked around and his eyes fell on Marcus.

"I'll look for Xiao Yuanchao." The middle-aged man casually tidied his clothes and said, "I'm Xu Haibo, Mr. Marcus, we often talk to each other."

Xu Haibo and Marcus were stunned for a moment, and Moore was also stunned. They never thought that the most critical Xu Haibo would come here!

Marcus stood up and looked at the middle-aged man standing in front of him. He was sure that the other party was Xu Yibing's father Xu Haibo, because the voice was correct at all.

"Sorry, I failed to take good care of your daughter." A look of ashamed appeared on Marcus's face.

Xu Haibo gave him a lot of assistance, and the request he made was to take good care of Xu Yibing. However, Xu Yibing was hijacked, which was her Marcus's dereliction of duty.

As for why Xu Haibo suddenly came here, it was not Marcus's attention. He had to face this person who had been helping him. From the bottom of his heart, he was very grateful to Xu Haibo.

"That was just an accident." Xu Haibo smiled and repeated: "I'll look for Xiao Yuanchao."

"I'm here." Xiao Yuanchao's voice came.

Outside, Xiao Yuanchao slowly walked into the room, staring at Xu Haibo with his eyes tightly.

He was so familiar with Xu Haibo. He remembered any expression on this traitor's face. For the black mission and for that shame!

"It's good to be here." Xu Haibo turned around and stared at Xiao Yuanchao's eyes and said with great emotion: "It's been eight years, we've met again."

Xu Haibo had never met Xiao Yuanchao directly. He meant that it had been eight years since he finally met the motherland that gave birth to him and raised him.

Xiao Yuanchao does not represent an individual, he represents a country.

"Follow me? Or die?" Xiao Yuanchao made a cold voice.

He never dreamed that Xu Haibo would suddenly appear here. He called for support just now, and in order to catch Xu Yibing back, he completed the constraints on Xu Haibo.

But now? Xu Haibo was right in front of him, disappeared for eight years, and Xu Haibo, who had no clue at all, stood in front of him alive!

Xiao Yuanchao knew that no matter whether Xu Haibo followed him or was killed by him today, the black mission could finally come to an end!

ps: The next update time will be released at 12 noon tomorrow, three consecutive releases.
Chapter completed!