"Hello, Mr. Hou Wenjun, I am Tim Bodong. Regarding your daughter, Miss Hou Qianqian and her girlfriend, Ms. Winnie, I think we should be able to talk about it."

When Hou Wenjun heard the news from the phone, he was completely relieved. As long as the other party was willing to talk, Hou Wenjun believed that with his own strength, he could meet the other party's conditions and exchange his daughter for his daughter. However, Tim Bodong was a troublesome, and he hoped that the news of Cairo could be blocked before changing his daughter.

Hou Wenjun, who had already sat in the hotel room at this time, said in a calm tone after receiving the call, "Tell me the conditions, but you should know my temper. Don't mention things that cannot be discussed." Hou Wenjun must remain calm, for fear that the other party would make excessive demands after seeing the importance of his daughter Hou Qianqian to him.

Hearing Hou Wenjun's calm tone, Tim Bodong was not in a hurry. At this moment, he was holding a good hand of cards and of course he had to test Hou Wenjun's bottom line. He held the phone in the other hand, hugged Hou Qianqian in Winnie's arms and gently scratched her armpits. Hou Qianqian, who still didn't know how to distinguish between good and evil in the world, laughed happily in Tim Bodong's arms.

"No one can threaten me, tell me about your conditions." Hou Wenjun's tone finally changed. Hou Wenjun, who always thought he could handle everything calmly, finally couldn't hold back when he heard his daughter's laughter.

Tim Bodong, who achieved his goal, let go of Hou Qianqian. Hou Wenjun is the godfather of Southeast Asia after all, and he is also afraid that excessive stimulation will cause the other party to have a counterproductive effect.

Tim Podong, who probably tested Hou Wenjun's bottom line, smiled proudly and said, "Freddy's asylum, I want his head."

Hearing Tim Bodong's words, Hou Wenjun said without hesitation, "He is already dead. I'll give you half an hour to hand over the man. I'll see my daughter in 30 minutes."

How could Tim Bodong, who holds such a "big brand", be put in so simply? Freddy is not his target, his target is the patriarch of the Bodong family. He wants to use Hou Wenjun to eliminate all competitors.

"Mr. Hou, I think a Freddy is not enough to exchange for your daughter." Tim Bodong licked his thin lower lip gently before slowly continuing, "I have two chips in my hand." Tim Bodong's meaning was clear. Freddy's head was exchanged for Winnie. As for Hou Qianqian, this is the ace among the aces, and it is not something that Freddy can exchange.

Hearing Tim Bodong's words, Hou Wenjun once again endured the anger that was about to explode, but his calm tone inevitably fluctuated. Hou Wenjun's voice became sharp and said, "I am not in the mood to play the game of seeing through the cards with you now, and say your requests. This is your last chance." Hou Wenjun, who is stationed in Libya, is not without the power of backhand.

Of course, facing a country like Egypt with a population of over 100 million and an army of over 100 million, Hou Wenjun's troops are nothing, but in Libya this power is enough to rush into the palace of Kazaofu to save people. Hou Wenjun doesn't believe that the other party can leave Tripoli so soon after he tied up the person.

Tim Bodong also knew that this was Hou Wenjun's bottom line when it came to Hou Qianqian. Tim Bodong laughed with satisfaction and said, "Very good, Mr. Hou Wenjun, I already know your sincerity. Mahamed Bodong, Mohammed Bodong, 2 for 1, I think you wouldn't refuse."

Tim Bodong knew that he had touched Hou Wenjun's family and the other party would not let him go, but as long as he killed Mahamud and Muhammad, the patriarch of the Bodong family would be his father. Once their family controls the entire Bodong family, they would not be afraid of revenge from the Hou group in Egypt.

Hou Wenjun instantly understood the other party's idea of ​​taking everything and using the Hou group (the other party fell in love with the two thousand mercenaries in Libya, and with the power of Seed Bodong as an insider, it was not difficult to kill Muhammad, an Egyptian hero.) to attack Muhammad. This was a good move. But unfortunately, Seed Bodong was already fucked to death. Without him, even if there were two thousand more insiders, he would not be able to attack Cairo (beside Muhammad).

Hou Wenjun, whose news was asymmetrical between the two sides, knew that this was already a dead end, and Hou Wenjun would definitely not let anyone dare to kidnap his family. Tim, who was not protected by the Bodong family, would be more fragile than a lamb when facing the anger of the Hou group.

Of course, even if Hou Wenjun said that as long as the other party lets go of his daughter, Tim Bodong would not believe it. For Tim Bodong, this is an unsolvable death.

Hou Wenjun began to consider how to find out the place where his daughter was hiding before the other party knew about Said's death, but he still readily agreed, "I can help you, but to kill Mohammed Bodong, I need to plan in detail or you already have a good plan."

Hou Wenjun, who knew that there was no hope of letting the other party go through negotiations, was talking serious nonsense at this moment. He was trying his best to delay time (stop Tim Bodong and not give him time to contact Egypt). While calling, he wrote in his notepad with a pen, "Contact Morgan and find the other party."

Xie Hao, who was staring at the notepad, said that he understood and quickly left the room.

Hou Wenjun's proposal is also very reasonable. Assassination of Mohammed, the patriarch of the first Cairo family, does require detailed plans. Of course, Tim and his father have planned this plan long ago.

"Very good, Mr. Hou, I appreciate your cooperative attitude. You don't have to worry about the specific implementation. My father has already made arrangements. I need your people to arrive first." Tim, who thought he was sure to win, began to tell Hou Wenjun in detail about the specific plan.

He had no way out and did not explain the plan clearly. If there was any mistake, he and his father would definitely die. Tim had to treat it carefully. Of course, it was also the situation that Hou Wenjun wanted to see the most. The longer the time delayed, the more beneficial it would be to his rescue plan.

In less than three minutes, Xie Hao walked out of the room next to him. Hou Wenjun looked at Xie Hao in surprise. He contacted Cia people in such a short time? Yes, the reason why Hou Wenjun found Morgan was to contact Cia people. A country like Libya that is hostile to the United States, Hou Wenjun can guarantee that the streets of Tripoli are full of Cia's eyeliners.

Of course, Xie Hao knew what Hou Wenjun was surprised. To be honest, he didn't expect that things would go so smoothly. Morgan actually took the number of the satellite phone number in Hou Wenjun's hand and got things done. Thinking of this, Xie Hao Yangyang's notepad in his hand, Hou Wenjun's gaze slowly shifted to the notepad he had seen with Xie Hao's movements.

“East longitude: 13.188159585847883, North latitude: 32.89056973240167.”

Although Hou Wenjun didn't know what black technology could find the other party's latitude and longitude so quickly and accurately, Hou Wenjun, who had the help of black technology, finally laughed. While perfunctory Tim on the phone, he quickly wrote the word "action" on the notepad. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!