Alex was stunned for a moment, then raised his lips and smiled, "You are such a very interesting guy, you are really good."
She found that Sean was really a bit simple, and she was still an idealist, and she was not very suitable for the profession of agents. She walked over and stood in front of Sean, reached out and hugged the other person's waist, "Don't move for now."
Sean Pierce was tense all over by the other party's movements, and he didn't know where his hands and feet were placed. He didn't know what Alex meant at all.
Alex just leaned his head against the other person's chest for half a minute, then stood up expressionlessly, and said to Sean, who looked inexplicably, "You go out first, I'm going to change my clothes."
"WTF!" Sean, who was driven out of the room, looked at the closed door in front of him and couldn't help but scold him.
Alex, behind the door, pressed his chest with his hands in confusion, and the beating there did not change at all.
...
Moscow, the headquarters of Zetlov Group, executive officer Sergei Smike is throwing his temper with Ali Taselov, "After so long, is there no news about Alexandra?"
Sergei Smike hasn't slept soundly since the last time Alex broke into his manor.
Ali, who was sitting opposite the desk, had a slightly unnatural expression. Well, he hadn't actually investigated this matter at all, but he still knew a little about Alex.
“There are signs that Alexandra has joined an intelligence group in the United States, whose leader is Percy Val Ross.”
After Ali said that this time it was Sergei Smike's turn to look unnatural, because he worked with Percy to kill Alex's father.
Sergei finally understood why Alex is still alive. It seems that Percy planned to leave a backup plan to deal with him.
Although he was wrong, it was at least in line with the current situation.
"Finding Alexandra and bringing her body back," Sergei said, "And, is there any result in the cause of Anton Kocher and several others' deaths?"
Ali nodded, "Mr. President, except for Anton Kocher who was shot dead by a sniper, everyone else was surprised no matter how they looked. However, the collective accident in such a short time is the most suspicious."
"I'll make a bold guess whether Alexandra and the organization behind her have started to deal with us." Ali really didn't conduct any investigation. He was ready to leave with Gogol, so he didn't have time to investigate these things.
But he couldn't imagine that this guess was almost completely up to date.
Sergei also thought of this. The point here is actually Alex. As long as this girl who should have been killed, everything will be solved.
After coming out of the president's office, Ali Taselov's face changed from the previous serious moment to the indifferent moment.
His eyes are no longer here now. Even if Alex is killed, what can he do? It is not that he will help Sergei remove the stumbling blocks, and it will not do him at all.
Moreover, Alex's appearance was a bit inexplicable, and he had to think about some things carefully.
As soon as he walked to the elevator door, one of his subordinates ran over and whispered a few words to Ali.
"Merryra has started to act? Nan Shudan." After listening to his subordinate's report, Ali said to himself, and then walked into the elevator.
After Bai E talked with Bell Griers, he was indeed paying attention to Umbrella's actions. This time, Umbrella's people began to contact the news that Nansudan's mansion Gogol knew it immediately.
Ali really smiled on his face, and Gogol's goal was also to Africa, but the complexity of the form there was not much worse than that in the Middle East, and he also needed a strong ally.
Umbrella's size is there, which is a bit worse than Gogol, but this is the best partner.
"It seems I need to contact this Mr. Griers."
...
Xu Chuan inspected the camp like the old man (Ersheng), and then told everyone not to throw used umbrellas by the wall. More importantly, not to bring women outside in, and of course men can't do it either.
The discipline of these mercenaries is really bad. He broke down several times before he let these people know that if they don’t pay, it’s called QJ.
"Why is this guy here?"
After a walk around, Xu Chuan saw an acquaintance, Damien Scott, a friend of Curtis.
"Boss, he passed the test." Curtis approached Xu Chuan with a flattering look on his face, "There is no problem with the physical examination."
Xu Chuan understood what he meant. According to normal procedures, new members will need a period of assessment. During this period, they can only get a basic salary, but they will not let these people have dangerous tasks. They are basically logistics work.
The main purpose is to examine the personality and psychological state of these people. After all, if there is something like schizophrenia, it would be a big deal that will cause many people to get sick again when they go on a mission. It would be enough to have a Modoc.
Looking at Scott sitting under the parasol with his upper body naked, Xu Chuan walked over and kicked over the recliner, "Damn, let you sunbathe here, right? Dig a hole in the back."
Scott, who was disturbed by his dream, jumped up from the ground, and he didn't even look like he punched him, "Fuck..."
Curtis quickly rushed up from the side and threw Scott aside, "Brother, calm down..." He knew how cautious the boss was. If he did it, he would definitely remember it.
"Fuck you, are you crazy?" Scott then saw Xu Chuan clearly.
Master Xu rolled his eyes and pointed at the two of them, "You two go dig a hole together, clean and bury the small umbrellas."
Then he turned to look at the others, "Listen, if I see this thing in the camp again in the future, I will find someone to test the DNA. I will let him eat it by himself."
If you are too polite to these old fried dough sticks, you will definitely be arrogant and a bunch of things that can be remembered to eat and not beat.
After a lot of trouble, everyone knew about the big boss coming. For a time, the order in the camp improved several steps, and no one wanted to be caught by the big boss and lost this job with a salary far higher than the average level.
Ma Suku stood aside and let Xu Chuan take advantage of the situation. It was already evening when this guy finished his enjoyment.
The camp was originally orderly and he was tossed by the orderly camp. A group of people found Ma Suku privately and asked him if there was any temporary task to do. He really couldn't stand this big boss. Judging from his meaning, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, all of them had to be cleaned up. These people would rather go to the desert to eat sand than accompany him to do it.
Curtis smiled so happily at these guys who were angry and had nowhere to come out, and finally made them realize the lethality of this psychopath.
The most annoying thing is that when you think that even if you don’t work, you have to teach the other person a lesson, then you will find that you may not be able to beat him. Don’t mention being too frustrated at that time.
"Okay, stop making trouble. I promise that the boss will put you behind your head tomorrow. You are not qualified to let him remember it all day." Although Ma Suku said something to persuade people, it was awkward to listen.
"Fuck you...", a group of people raised their middle fingers at Masuku.
Fortunately, just as Ma Suku said, Xu Chuan stopped paying attention to the things in the camp the next day, and seemed to have returned to his usual appearance.
However, these people dare not be as casual as before. At least they should be able to maintain their current state before the boss leaves.
Xu Chuan stayed in the camp for two days, and wandered around the surrounding tribal settlements. After feeling that the overall situation was fine, he went back to Benghazi directly. If he stayed there, these people should probably go crazy.
...
Stevens, the American company is meeting with the leader of Ansar al-Sharia (Ansar al-Sharia).
"Stevens, my friend, we're meeting again." Tamara was wearing a sandy combat uniform and wrapped in a headscarf. She was short but strong, and her big beard looked like the dwarfs in the movie.
Stevens raised his hand and hugged the other party with a polite hug, "If it weren't for trouble, would you think I would come here?"
"Old friend, don't be so anxious. What you know is nothing. We can definitely solve it. This was the case before and of course it will be the same in the future." Tamara patted Stevens on the shoulder twice, and seemed to not take the current situation seriously.
"I hope your ability can be as clever as you said." Stevens is not as optimistic as the other party.
Two people sat down at the table, and someone brought coffee.
"Friend, I'll say justice. You have already received the payment for the goods and the goods were delivered to the armed forces of the Zuliya government as you requested. I really can't think of why I was responsible for this matter." Tamara looked at the other party and said very sincerely.
But Stevens knew that these were farts, and if he believed it, he would be an idiot.
"You know how much impact this matter has. If the remaining missiles cannot be retrieved, you and I will not end up well." Stevens is very serious and is definitely not joking. If the people above him think he can't solve the problem, they will definitely solve him as soon as possible.
Tamara sat opposite the table and looked at the other party seriously. Stevens' anxiety was indeed not pretending.
“It’s very troublesome?”
“Very troublesome.”
"Okay, give me a month, I try to contact the buyer, but what should I do if the money is done?" Tamara looked embarrassed. It was simply not something that people did when they were sold.
"One month? Mr. Tamara, I must remind you that we don't have such a long time. Seven days, you only have seven days at most." Stevens asked about the time limit above and gave him about twenty days.
He told Tamara seven days to give himself a buffer, and if Tamara doesn't work here, he has to think of other ways.
"Seven days? Man, this is impossible." Tamara's eyes widened.
Stevens stood up, then stood up on the table and looked at the other person with his hands, his tone of being extremely firm, "It's only seven days, and after that, you won't have a chance."
Afterwards, he ignored Tamara's reaction and turned around and went out, leaving Tamara alone sitting there shaking her head.
Watching Stevens walk out of the door, Tamara said to herself, "It's not a good habit to be hard on friends."
A door in the room was pushed open from the inside, and Alex, wearing a windbreaker and a headscarf wrapped around his head, walked out from the inside, dragging a tall man dressed similarly to Tamara in his hand.
"Your men are not all such trash, right?" Alex threw the person in front of Tamara in disgust. The guy wanted to touch her in the house, but was knocked unconscious by her.
Tamara's face darkened, "What do you want? I have promised Stevens to get the missile back."
"I have no interest in missiles. I only know that you and Stevens can only live one. If he doesn't die, you will die." Alex pulled open the chair and sat down.
Amanda was very anxious. She contacted Tamara directly when she arrived in Tripoli today. Stevens would better not die at the hands of others. The people above believed that a KB attack on Benghazi's temporary diplomatic facilities was a perfect solution.
Alex sneered at the sniff. It was obvious that the problem that could be solved by a shot pretending to be suicide was so troublesome.
And I also have to use this guy who looks very treacherous in front of me.
However, she could only execute this matter and had no room for objection.
"There is one thing that Stevens is right. You don't have much time, I can only give you four days. As for Stevens, I can guarantee that he will stay in Benghazi during this period." Alex continued.
Tamara looked at her lying on the ground and knew that the woman was more troublesome than Stevens. She replied in a low voice, "Okay, I get it."
But he had no choice at all. He was just a chess piece at the mercy of others. If he didn't agree to greet him, it would be the hunting of seals or deltas.
Alex took out a rechargeable phone from her pocket and threw it to the other party, "If you have something to call the number inside, you can contact me." This was something she bought on the way to come.
After coming out of Tamara's stronghold, it was almost dark, and the street lights on the road were almost broken. Tripoli had just walked out of the war, and there were not many pedestrians on the road, especially after it was dark, and sometimes there were scattered gunshots in the distance.
Outside Tripoli, some battles continued, and some Sirtes who supported Colonel Kathar were still fighting, but there were very few of these people.
Chapter completed!