Jean Of Bright City 13

"it's too hot!"

Deguna irritably unbuttoned her coat and tore off her coat directly. She was only wearing a sports vest. The special forces around her did not do this, but got off the transport plane.

"Colonel..."

De Guna took a pistol, a dagger, and a few grenades, and then walked directly to the small boss on the opposite side and pointed to the back.

"13 people, 13 million are ready."

The other party immediately followed, De Gouna said with a smile.

"I'll leave these troubles to you, I want to go in and take a look."

De Gouna came to perform a special mission this time. It was the Prime Minister's account of her. De Gouna planned to do it later. She wanted to see the reporter named Pierce.

"By the way, bring the wine."

As De Gouna said, a subordinate brought over a box of finely packaged white wine. De Gouna took it and got into the gang's car and passed directly towards the small town.

The Prime Minister would leave this to herself. De Gouna didn’t understand it. After all, she knew that this approach was really a bastard’s behavior, but there is no way, she must not let her country lose its tongue on this issue. .

Once he lost his tongue, the impact on the future of the country would be huge, so the Prime Minister directly appointed himself to come over, and he had already set foot on this hot land in less than a day.

As the car drove through the street, De Gouna took out a cigarette, lit it and scanned everything on the street at random. After meeting soldiers from other countries, De Gouna smiled.

Some people act faster than them. After all, this incident is a good opportunity to enhance the image of the new president.

Such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, the other party will certainly not let it go easily.

When the car came to a mansion in the center of the city, De Gouna laughed, and in front of him stood an old acquaintance, the leader of the Survival Mercenary Union.

Ben stood outside the mansion full of smiles, Dracula jumped out of the jeep, then walked over and handed Ben a cigarette.

"I didn't expect you to come in person."

"Is that idiot up there?"

Ben grumbled, and Dracula leaned on the pillar in the door, pulling her clothes on her chest.

"Wait until the evening I will do it again. It is very dangerous for you to do this. If you are a little careless, you will have a hard time in the future."

Naturally, he knew it. Now the minister of a small country where their company is located has called and asked them to leave there immediately, otherwise they will be expelled. Once they lose their place of residence, they are mercenaries without nationality. It's in trouble.

In front of the chariot of the country, everything will be crushed to pieces.

The two have worked together on the battlefield before, and they are considered old faces. Ben's mercenaries are more trustworthy, so De Gouna is willing to cooperate with them.

"Can't you let go of that idiot?"

Dracula laughed.

"What do you think is the safest?"

"Only the dead will not speak, right."

Dracula's eyes became fierce, and she nodded.

"What about you? Why would you help that idiot?"

Ben thought for a while and said.

"On a whim, is there really no room for maneuver in this matter?"

"No!"

Two words were spit out from De Gouna's mouth, Ben knew that everything was over, and he knew that Pierce was done, but Ben still wanted to do something at this time.

"That's fine, I will let that idiot follow us, I will never..."

Dracula had already pulled out the pistol and held Ben's head against it.

"If you dare to do this, I will kill you now."

Ben held his hands, he knew this woman was not joking, she did what she said.

"Is this correct?"

Ben asked, and De Gouna shook her head.

"I have been told since I was a child to be loyal to my country, obey orders, and... if some problems cannot be solved, let's stop here!"

Ben nodded.

"I won't do anything."

Dracula put down the gun.

"That's good, Ben, you shouldn't be confused about what is right and what is wrong!"

Ben was silent, he didn't say anything anymore.

At this time, in Amir's room, Pier lowered his head. Amir had already told Pierce and all his equipment had been taken away.

"As long as you don’t leave here, it’s okay. Brother, it’s okay. You will live here. All future expenses will not need you to bear. I will pay you back the money you transferred to me before. After taking the money, I can only give you 90% because of the handling fee."

Pierre can't cry or laugh now. Everything in front of him may be the cruelest side of the world. Now he is wanted, not only for fraud, but also for participating in organizing riots.

"Please, Mr. Amir, as long as you tell the truth to the camera, you will definitely..."

"Sorry brother, there is no truth. The truth is everything now. You didn't lie to me, and you brought us so many huge profits, so you can live on this land."

Pierce still wanted to say something to Amir, but he resisted it. There is only money in this guy's eyes. No matter what Piere says, it’s impossible. He can’t go anywhere. Maybe it’s his own. Place of burial.

The reason why Pierre went to great lengths to plan the live broadcast was only because he was very guilty when he saw the tragedy of Dr. Melinda, but when things had great hope, they suddenly fell to the bottom.

Pierre thought of what he had said to him. Money can indeed determine the direction of many things.

Amir immediately asked his men to bring two women.

"You live here first, it's okay."

Pierre shook his head, and then Amir left the room. When he returned to the first floor, Amir saw the short-haired woman who came by.

"Where is that reporter?"

De Gouna asked, and Amir immediately pointed upstairs.

"Miss Qian."

De Gouna nodded.

"One million more has been paid."

Amir immediately made an OK gesture and looked at Ben with an angry expression at the door.

"This is different from what we said at the beginning, right?"

Ben asked, and Amir laughed.

"Of course it's different. Even if he is willing to live on this land, there is no place for him."

Ben hurried to catch up. Although De Gouna said to do it at night, the situation now does not look great, because special forces from other countries have also come.

Amir smiled and walked out of the mansion, then smiled comfortably, opened his arms, and immediately everyone cheered.