No. 187, Beliven Street, Cairo, "Shining Nightclub" is the most famous and luxurious nightclub in Cairo. Whether in high-end wine or beautiful women, you can provide it here as long as you have money.

However, the situation in the Egyptian First Consumer Finance Cave is not very good at this moment. Twenty fully armed bandits are launching fierce attacks on the resistance forces inside.

Mahamad, who spent the night in this shop last night, was just awakened by the sound of gunfire outside the door. Mahamad, wearing a red silk pajama, rushed out of the door of the room, held the Colt giant python revolver in his left hand and waved at the younger brother beside him, saying, "Damn it, who is not open to the eyes and dares to come and seek death?"

Mahamud has experienced robbery, black eating or jealousy, and angrily shooting. Mahamud has experienced many times here. Mahamud, who has not realized the seriousness of the problem, thought his subordinates could handle this matter.

Unfortunately, this time his younger brother was facing a group of professional killers who made a living by killing. Before his younger brother could report the gunfire was getting closer and closer, the seriousness of the problem had been explained.

"Mheumd, we need to retreat, and we can no longer hold it in front." Moganer Khan, wearing a traditional Arabian white robe, rushed to the door of Maheumd's room with his ak47 assault rifle in his hand, and shouted at Maheumd, who was shouting, "Call more people and kill all these invaders."

Moganl Khan, just by hearing the name, you can tell that he is not an Egyptian. This guy is a powerful general brought back from the battlefield in Afghanistan. He is also the security manager of this consumer finance cave and one of the most important subordinates of Mahamud.

Mahamud did not show too much anger at the offense of his confidant brother. He knew that Mogankhan, who had survived hundreds of deaths in the battlefield in Afghanistan, could not stand it anymore, that was really couldn't stand it anymore.

Although Mahamud is only 27 years old this year, as one of Cairo's black bosses, he was not panicked after hearing Mogan Khan's words. Mahamud gently pushed the younger brother beside him and said, "You go to the front to help, just hold your opponent." After that, he turned to look at Mogan Khan and said, "What are these damn police officers doing? Why haven't they come to support yet? Are they all deaf?"

The attack on the opposite side has lasted for three minutes. The Cairo City Police Station, located at No. 1 Beliven Street, Cairo, has not sent anyone to support it yet. This is what Mahamud is most worried about.

Moganhan nodded quickly when he heard this and said, "It seems that the opponent this time is not easy, you can retreat first." As he said that, he turned around and walked into Mahamud's room, quickly opening a large safe in the bedroom wardrobe, which was the door leading to the secret passage outside the nightclub.

This secret passage is very cleverly designed, and no one would have thought that the safe in the wardrobe was the secret passage door. Mahamud, who bent into the safe door, looked back at Mogankhan who was still standing outside, and said with confusion, "Damn it, come with me."

Mogan Khan shook his head calmly and said, "This is my battlefield, I don't want to be a deserter anymore." After that, he closed the door of the safe.

Five years ago, Moganer Khan, who led a dozen people to form an armed guerrilla team to fight the Soviet army, abandoned his men who had been alive and died in a battle surrounded by the Soviet army, and became a deserter alone and then ran into Egypt. He used this as his last position since he came to the nightclub to work, and Moganer Khan was unwilling to escape again.

"A group of bitches are raised, come to my dad." The gunshots outside the door had stopped. Moganer Khan, who was guarding the door of the room with an ak in his hand, hid behind the sofa and shouted loudly.

Unfortunately, no one in the attack group outside the door, composed of the top killers in Southeast Asia, could understand Arabic. Tony, who confirmed that this was the private room of McHamd, waved his hand and made an attack gesture to the door before saying to the headset, "Lock the target residence, Freddy, your gift is here."

With Tony's words, four killers holding AK47 assault rifles also shot wildly at the wooden door of the room. The wood chips were flying outside the door that was penetrated by the bullets. The 7.62mm bullets were pushed through the wooden door without stopping and still raging after passing through the wooden door under the powerful kinetic energy.

Mogan'er Khanhao, who was hiding behind the sofa, held the ak47 in his hand and banged the killers outside the door. The metal storm formed by the bullet instantly tore Mogan'er Khan's upper body apart. The four killers who were also standing at the door did not expect that their opponents were so brave and dared to shoot against them in the metal storm formed by the bullet. They accidentally got shot and fell to the ground.

The tunnel is only half a person tall. Although there is a street light every ten meters, the tunnel still looks very dim. "Hu, Hu" With the heavy breathing, Mahamud, who was bent and running quickly in the tunnel, was almost approaching the exit of the tunnel.

In the Cairo Police Station, No. 1 Beliven Street, the Cairo Police Chief, known as the "Shameful Pig" (Egypt is the Muslim country, and in the Muslim world, pigs represent dirty, dirty animals.) Aria is sitting at the desk and greedily stroking the Egyptian pounds piled up on the entire desk.

Freddy, who was sitting on the sofa in the room, smiled gracefully at Aria and said, "Ariya, you have won my friendship. Mr. Hou asked me to thank you for him. He is very grateful for your help. My father will hold a private banquet at the Werner Hotel the day after tomorrow to welcome Mr. Hou." As Freddy took out a gold-edged invitation letter from the inner pocket of the suit and placed it gently on the coffee table in front of him.

To be honest, three months ago, you would like to greet Wenjun. Aria really doesn't know, but as the arms deal worth tens of billions of dollars next door (Libya) gradually became clear and the two thousand mercenaries stationed by the Hou Group in Libya, this Black 1 overlord who came to the Far East resounded throughout the upper class of Egypt and gradually spread to Europe.

When Aria heard the name Hou Wenjun, she immediately put away the greedy expression on her face. In Aria's heart, Hou Wenjun was already a big man of the same level as Muhammad Bodong, a big man who helped him.

When Aria put away her greed, a kind of majesty of a superior appeared on his fat face. Aria, who had a serious face, nodded gently and said, "I will arrive on time. I need to trouble you if you have something to do, Freddy. I need you to arrange for me to meet Mr. Hou alone."

Freddy looked at Aria differently when she heard this. A Cairo police chief met Hou Wenjun alone? Freddy couldn't guess Aria's intention at this moment, but Freddy, who was asking for help, still smiled and nodded, "As you wish, Mr. Aria."

Hearing Freddy's words, Aria laughed with satisfaction and said, "I think Mr. McHamd is already anxious at this time, so we'd better go see him first." (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!