Hou Wenjun, standing on the balcony of Tripoli Diplomacy Hotel, looked at the blue Mediterranean in the distance with the sea breeze, gently hugged Winnie beside him and said, "I will accompany you to Europe after the matter here is handled. Are you ready?" Hou Wenjun was already thinking about his next trip to Europe. He wanted to take Winnie to "invade" Europe with him.

Winnie, who was nestled in Hou Wenjun's chest, nodded gently while enjoying the Mediterranean sunshine and said, "Thank you, Ajun." Hou Wenjun's words allowed her to see the hope of the Xixi family regaining their former glory.

Hou Wenjun, who caressed Vini's golden hair, just smiled Vivi, and did not answer Vini's words. In the face of Vini's thanks, what can he say? Thank you for your Golden Rose Knights for making me a shield? Hou Wenjun arranged for the two thousand troops in Libya to fight the Golden Rose Knights. In his plan, these two thousand people may become 'terrorists' in the mouths of European and American media at any time.

In the living room of the hotel suite, Xie Hao, who had just hung up the phone, had to walk to the balcony to interrupt Hou Wenjun and Winnie's gentle cun and said, "Hou Sheng, Guess Ba just brought the phone, he wants to see you tonight."

When Hou Wenjun heard this, he still looked at the blue Mediterranean in front of him, waved his hand to Xie Hao and said, "I understand, let him come here to have dinner together in the evening." Hou Wenjun knew what Katba meant. He didn't want to stay in Libya and wanted to go back to Pattaya to be his local emperor. Of course, this is also Hou Wenjun's meaning. Pattaya also needs a general who can control the venue to take charge of him.

Xie Hao didn't say anything after hearing this, and consciously left this short free time to Hou Wenjun and Winnie. Turning around and walking back to the living room, he picked up Hou Qianqian who was playing on the carpet and walked out of Hou Wenjun's room.

Caiba, who is stationed at the US military base in front of Misurata 180 kilometers away from Tripoli, is currently taking a car to Tripoli. Caiba, who has been in Libya for more than two months, is tired of Libya's beaches and sunshine. He is determined to go home and is urging the driver to increase the accelerator.

Jaimeba, who was talking to the driver, did not notice that a young man in an Arab robe in the grass in the distance was secretly monitoring them with a telescope. The man was named Muyezad, a junior intelligence officer in the development of IA in Libya in the United States. Although Muyezad, 26 years old, has not been very old, he has been serving IA for nearly six years and is considered a very mature agent.

Recording the time when Chaiba and others left the barracks, Muyezad, who was hidden in the grass, whispered to the direction of Tripoli. He took it as his mission to push the dictatorship government to establish a **** government, and secretly wrote down a account of the stolen money in his heart.

Muyezad, who picked up the intercom, began to inform his superiors in the city of Missurata that the other party drove away. In order to monitor the military base nearby, Muyezad walked to the surveillance location here.

"Mr. Miller, I am Muyezad. The person opposite has come out. Their top officer is heading towards Tripoli in a car. I can't keep up with them. You need someone else to take a look at it."

Miller, who was sitting in the hotel room drinking beer and teasing two Libyan Arab beauties, picked up the intercom impatiently and said, "Okay, I understand. I will arrange for someone to monitor it. Just guard the military camp gate. Report any situation at any time, and it will be over."

After saying that, Miller, who put down the intercom, turned around and hugged the two beauties beside him and smiled, "My beauties, let's continue."

Miller, one of the IA intelligence officers in Libya, has long been corrupted by local life. This is not a movie. With a high salary, he can reimburse invoices at any time and no one can supervise the IA intelligence officers' lives have long been extremely corrupt. The work they should have done has also been "outsourced" to those Libyan idiots who have been brainwashed by Hollywood movies. All he had to do was sit at home and wait for the information below to be transmitted to the IA intelligence agency headquarters far away in the United States.

Yes, for those Libyan youths who have been developed into the lead party, Miller doesn't even have to pay a penny. Anyway, the card and miscellaneous fees have to be paid to these Libyans every month. Miller only needs to give them the title of junior intelligence officer on behalf of I.

Miller has developed nearly a hundred people in Libyan youth who are idle and rich and idle. The intelligence collection work he should have been handed over to this group of Libyan young people who were brainwashed by the ****ism shown in Hollywood movies. The information these leading parties brought him was more detailed and in-depth than what he collected by himself. After all, a considerable number of Libyans are still wary of foreigners.

Of course, the reason why Miller didn't care about this base is that the headquarters of I have already said hello to him, which was used by their American allies.

While Miller continued to enjoy his life, Muyezade was lying in the grass with a telescope while he was lying in the grass and using a telescope to continue to observe the situation of this military base.

****'s political slogans did give these idle Libyan young people the motivation to "move forward", but they forgot that when Kazaffei overthrew the Idris feudal dynasty, they pursued **** than they did. The reason why Libya failed to achieve national elections was simply that this land in the Middle East did not require ****.

(The Middle East, Africa is full of military strongmen or feudal dynasties. There are objective reasons. On this land, **** is really not very applicable. The Middle East is mainly due to religion, and Africa is mainly due to economic reasons, but the two have the same point, that is, the tribal system.)

In the afternoon, I took a car from Misurata for 4 hours before I arrived in Tripoli 180 kilometers away. The road conditions in Libya's desert were too poor, and even the Mitsubishi off-road vehicles they drove were difficult to get.

Bearing the starlight in the sky, Katba finally walked into the diplomatic hotel where Hou Wenjun was before 8 pm.

Hou Wenjun, who was sitting in the hotel private room, looked at Guaiba who pushed open the door, waved with a smile on his face, pointed to the chair beside him and said, "Guaiba, thank you for your hard work in this trip to North Africa."

Hearing Hou Wenjun's words, Guy Ba showed her white teeth as if she was black. He smiled and waved his hand and said, "This is what I should do." Guy Ba knew that with Hou Wenjun's words, his return to Thailand was basically decided.

After Jaipa took his seat, Hou Wenjun smiled and said, "You have worked hard. After signing a contract with Mr. Kazaofu tomorrow, you go to Europe with me first and we will go back to Thailand together." Hou Wenjun briefly explained his subsequent arrangements. Jaipa can lead a team to Libya, which is indeed a great contribution for the Hou Group. What should be comforted should be comforted.

When Kayba heard this, he picked up the wine glass and touched Hou Wenjun, saying, "Thank you Mr. Hou for your cultivation, Kayba won't work hard." As he said that, he killed the red wine in the glass in one sip.

Hou Wenjun smiled and waved his hand and said, "Drink slowly, this is the red wine that Mr. Kazafei specially reserved for me. Don't come with good things like chewing peonies. Good wine needs to be tasted slowly."

Jaipa smiled embarrassedly, turned his head to look at the door of the private room before whispering to Hou Wenjun with a serious look on his face, "Mr. Hou, Mohamed's side has been prepared, and the operation on Egypt can be carried out at any time." (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!