Chapter 186 Thunder Means

"Hello, Mr. Lian." The surname is Lian, which is really a strange surname.

"This certain Her Royal Highness Princess Adelaide, it is my honor to meet you. Your appearance is even more beautiful than the rumors."

It can be seen that this is not the first time for Lian Qinglin to deal with foreigners. He speaks very fluent English and knows etiquette very well. He must have put in a lot of effort.

"Thank you for your compliment." Adelaide knelt slightly.

"Please sit down." Inviting the other party to sit down, Li Zitao clasped his fingers, and the waiter next to him pushed the iced white wine forward.

The waiters here are really clever, and they have been trained to the point of proficiency in observing words and expressions, and I don't know how many times they have been trained.

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"Samod, Samod, someone is coming." West Africa, the mining area, the guards on both sides of the mountain belly waved their arms and shouted.

A thousand kilometers away, five military vehicles raised a large cloud of dust and drove straight to the mining area.

"It's Morgan's people." Seeing the people sitting in the car through the binoculars, Summer had to signal to stay alert.

squeak~~

The car stopped in front of the iron fence at the main entrance, and a smiling Lake pushed open the door, "Haha, Samode, my brother."

"Lake, what made you condescend to come here in person?" Summer looked at the other party through the iron net.

"Our ship brought back some good goods, good vodka, bacon and ham, man, I haven't forgotten you." Lake pointed to the car behind him and said loudly.

"Thank you, but we have plenty of food, I think you should keep it!" Summer said politely, but he couldn't help but sneer in his heart.

When they first came here, it was Lake who received them. He didn't believe that this arrogant white man would have such a good heart.

"Hey, buddy, don't be like this, I'm bringing you food and wine!" Rick looked at him puzzled.

"Sorry, the mine is under martial law, and no one is allowed to enter until a new order from the headquarters."

The companion who sent the news to the headquarters has not returned until now, and Summer guessed that he may have encountered an accident.

This made him and the two instructors feel a little heavy, but they firmly believed in their hearts that the boss would never leave them alone.

"Samode, you are rejecting my friendship." Rek stood in front of the iron fence and said in a low voice with an ugly expression.

"I never need your friendship, Rick, you should have understood this earlier." Summer looked at him without showing any weakness.

"You'll regret it." Looking up to the sides, Lake didn't see anything unusual, and he didn't know what was going on in his heart.

"Leave with your things, or do you want to stay here?" Summer looked back, and the men behind him raised their weapons.

"Very good." After glaring at him fiercely, Reike returned to the car, said something with a ferocious expression, and the team turned around and left in the same direction.

The purpose of Lake's coming here is to find out how many people are still staying in the mine, as well as the movement of Samode.

It's a pity that the other party's vigilance didn't give him a chance, and he didn't dare to force his way.

Even if Samo had to keep only one-tenth of the manpower, there would still be more than 200 people. With the strength in his hands, it would not be enough to put the opponent's teeth in place.

"What the hell, why did this kind of thing happen to me." I thought I could be a local emperor happily here.

Who knew that such a bad thing would happen before the good days.

Back in Monrovia, Lake sent the news back to the mainland, waiting for follow-up orders.

It's just that this order appeared for a long time, so that the door of Lake's apartment in the city center was kicked open before he saw the telegram.

Pushing away the mistress who was sleeping like a dead pig, the body of the other party that he had been obsessed with in the past was now the best shield in Lake's heart.

Turning over and rolling out of bed, Rick took out a pistol from under the pillow and aimed it outside the door.

Ka Ka Ka——

Sawdust splashed, and amidst the sound of the bullet chain beating, the rain of bullets swept over the head. The mistress who had just woken up hugged her head on the bed and let out a shrill cry.

The front wall facing the living room was swept into a hornet's nest,

The terrible movement made the whole building noisy.

After opening the door and finding that the corridor was full of people holding guns, the residents cleverly locked the door, hugged their heads and shrunk behind the hard furniture, and stayed away from the door as much as possible.

"Mr. Lake, do you need me to invite you out?" A strange voice came.

Lake looked at the pistol in his hand, then looked up at the bullet holes in front and behind him, and made the smartest choice.

Boom!

With the pistol still on the ground, Lake raised his hand and said, "I'm out, I don't have a weapon, calm down, calm down..."

"I think it's you who should calm down." The monk sat on the sofa in the living room indifferently.

"Yes, we all need to keep calm, what do you want? Money, I have a lot of money, it's all there, I can give it all to you..."

"Shut your mouth." The monk's stern shout made him stop, and he stood still without saying a word.

Look at what the opponent is holding in his hand. The most common weapon is a Chicago typewriter, and there are two Browning M1917s on the floor of the living room.

The muzzle was still smoking, and Lake dared to swear to God, he never wanted to try the feeling of being pierced into a fishing net.

"Very good, so we won't be in trouble." Seeing that the other party chose to cooperate very interestingly, the two subordinates stepped forward to support Lake and walked out.

"Head, the car is ready." After going downstairs, the streets and alleys were still quiet.

The so-called sirens and enemies will never appear. In this city, the phone of the police station is always disconnected at night.

"Let's go." Lake was put on the first car and sat beside the monk.

"We brought some gadgets. We don't want to be discovered by the border guards. I think you know what to do." The monk hooked his arms, looked at him enthusiastically and smiled.

"Yes, I promise that there will be no trouble. After passing the border, can I be released, I will not mention it to anyone."

Lake's brain was spinning rapidly, thinking about the origins of these people.

He didn't know much about that eastern country, and in Lake's perception, that weak country was just an insignificant colony.

"Well, we'll talk about this issue later." The car sped across the city and headed towards the border.

When able to see the checkpoint, Monk just grinned at Rick and didn't threaten him again.

It was just the sound of the heavy machine gun bullets being loaded in the carriage, which made Rick shiver unnaturally.

The car stopped in front of the checkpoint, and Lake tried his best to keep calm, lowered the window and said to the outside: "I have something to do, open the gate."

Everything went smoothly, the convoy passed through the checkpoint without any obstacles, not even anyone asking questions.

This is enough to see that the influence of the Morgan consortium is terrifying.

Just a representative, a word, can let the regular border army let go at will.

Of course, this also benefits from the current chaotic situation in Africa.

"Dear sir, I have done what you said for you, can you let me go now?" The car was still moving forward, but Lake's heart sank to the bottom.

He is very familiar with this direction, after all, that is the mining area he is in charge of, and he just returned home a few days ago.

"Hey, I think you need to meet an old friend." The monk pressed his shoulder hard, and Rick felt his shoulder blades creak, as if they were about to shatter in a second.

When the car stopped in front of the mine, the monk and Sam who had received the news embraced warmly. The sweaty Lake was pale and limp on the seat dumbfounded.