Chapter 167 So Angry! !

Five minutes later, Summer had to know why he did it.

Someone bought Bud with a sum of money and asked him to find a reason to throw Samode and others into prison. It is best to let them die silently in prison.

As for the identity of the other party, Bard is not clear, the other party was brought by his superior, and it seems that the relationship between the two is good.

"Thank you for leaving me a toll." Samo had to take back the bundle of money that had just been stuffed in from the other party's pocket, and threw it back to his subordinates.

"Send the news to BOSS, we are in trouble." Hearing Samode's order, a team member jumped out of the rear compartment and trotted back to the border controlled by the US military.

Not long after, a motorcycle drove him in the direction he had come from.

"Let's go." Re-boarding the car, the Browning M1917 on the carriage was lifted off and placed directly behind the carriage, intimidating Bud and his colleagues.

Clang——

The chaotic mining area is surrounded by barbed wire, surrounded by sandbags, and inside the barbed wire is a trench 80cm deep and 120cm wide.

Seeing that it was Satsuma who had come back, the gate made of barbed wire and wooden boards was opened inward.

Jumping out of the car, Summer went straight to the training ground in front of the barracks. He needed to talk to Bobby and Barnett.

The other people in the car were tight-lipped about the matter. The supplies were unloaded and moved to the warehouse, and the 30 women were also divided up by the energetic team members.

As for those guys who are on duty, they can only enjoy it after changing shifts.

Compared with the bodyguards performing missions in the United States or Europe, the team members in the chaotic land of Africa are more like iron-blooded soldiers.

Orders and prohibitions have almost become their instinct.

"Bobby, Barnett, we need to talk." Summer shouted to the two people next to the training camp, and then walked towards the green tent next to the mining area.

"What's the matter, Summer?" The two walked into the tent, and they knew something must have happened when they saw his face.

After learning about the conflict on the border, the expressions of the two also became serious.

This is a colony of country F. If people from country F want to deal with them, it will be really troublesome.

"I have asked someone to send the news back to the United States. With the help of the garrison's radio, I believe we will get the news soon." Summer was walking back and forth.

"How many Browning m1917s do we have?" Bobby asked.

"Twelve, even if they are really from the country of F, it's enough to make them smash their heads and bleed. Don't forget that there are minefields we have set up around." Barnett said.

"Move them all out, set them up on the commanding heights around them, and expand the patrol range by 1 mile, so that everyone can be more vigilant."

"In addition, except for our people, no one is allowed to enter or leave in a short period of time." Samo must wait for an order from the United States before he can know the next response plan.

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By the time Li Zitao received the news, it was already the next afternoon.

Li Zitao, who was playing second-base bumper cars with Little Elk and Greta in the room, jumped up from the bed in shock.

"Help me connect to Morgan's call." The first thing Li Zitao thought of was Morgan.

People from country F directly intervened, Morgan should not have received any news, could there be some unforeseen event in it?

"Mr. Morgan, I don't know if you have paid attention to that distant country recently?" Li Zitao was not even polite, and directly cut to the point.

"Charlie, it's just a little trouble, don't worry, nothing will happen." Little Morgan looked very calm on the phone.

"But my people are protecting your property, and their relatives are still waiting for their return. I don't want to see bloodshed."

"..." There was silence on the phone.

Li Zitao knew that he was too excited, so he pondered: "At least it must be within the controllable range."

"Charlie, nothing is controllable, just like your little tricks on Wall Street, am I right?" Little Morgan said playfully with indifference.

'Damn it,

Know it so soon. ’ Li Zitao cursed secretly in his heart.

"That's just normal business cooperation, you know, I don't quite understand some unspoken rules of the United States,

I hope you will forgive an ignorant young man if something bumps into you. "

"Charlie, there are no unspoken rules. It has always been on the surface, and now someone chooses to ignore it. If it were you, what would you do?"

Little Morgan, this is no longer a beating, but a blatant warning.

American capital has been preventing the intrusion of European capital. Li Zitao is of course aware of this.

But when it's time to play dumb, you have to play dumb. Do you want him to tell Little Morgan face to face, "I just want to slap you in the face, so you are not allowed to be angry?"

"...I want my people to come back safely." Li Zitao's tone was a little harsh.

"When accepting the task, you should understand that there is no so-called absolute safety, and I cannot guarantee this."

"... Then I wish you a wonderful weekend." Li Zitao hung up the phone.

Sitting on the sofa rubbing his head with some headaches, Li Zitao began to think about how to solve this matter.

Turn your face? Li Zitao really wanted to flip the table, let's do it first!

But unless he intends to bring S.H.I.E.L.D. to die with the opponent, all he can do is hold back his anger, mmp!

Little Morgan's attitude undoubtedly shows that he is very dissatisfied with Li Zitao's act of introducing the Rothschild family without authorization.

Therefore, the actions of Samode and others in Africa no longer enjoy the care of Morgan's forces.

Because of this, the defenders on the border would not obey the rules, and directly planned to attack Samode and others, trying to make them die in prison with trumped-up charges.

"To the office of the chief of staff of the military department." Li Zitao put down his hands and said.

He wanted to talk to the newly appointed Chief of Staff MacArthur in person.

Although Li Zitao has no influence in Africa, the United States still has 8,000 troops stationed in Monrovia, the richest man.

"Hello, this is MacArthur." The loud voice came, and the first impression made people feel that this is a free and easy man, just like a western cowboy.

"This is Charlie Lee, General MacArthur. I'm sorry to bother you. I don't know if you have time. I want to talk to you."

"Oh? About what aspect?" The picture in the newspaper flashed in MacArthur's mind.

Li Zitao is the only person of yellow race that he can remember in this country.

Not because his status has risen to the point where MacArthur has to keep in mind, but because there is too much information about him in the newspapers.

Reporting for nearly half a year, even if MacArthur didn't want to pay attention, it would be difficult.

When Li Zitao raised the issue of Africa, a look of surprise flashed across MacArthur's face.

After a little silence, he did not agree to Li Zitao's meeting, but gave him a set of phone numbers: "I think if it happened there, he can give you more help."