Both sides sat down in the living room. Tysonda looked at the four or five bodyguards with live ammunition standing behind the sofa, all of whom were Neil's people. He snapped his fingers and exclaimed: "Captain Neil, the war has been fought for more than ten years, but you are still sophisticated and have hidden such powerful strength. No wonder Commander Pris has always mentioned you."

The Green family is only a medium-sized family in the Liberisen Kingdom. There are dozens of tribes of all sizes, and there are a total of thousands of people. If you want to say that combat effectiveness is really not ranked, but this Neil leader studied in the United States in his early years. He has seen famous war examples around the world in his spare time and knows a little about military operations.

Since the civil war, he has discussed with his tribe members that if he wants to survive in this chaotic world, he has to bet on luck like gambling. The main parties to the war are government forces and anti-political forces. Then send people to each other. Every time the two sides engage in a large-scale war, hundreds of people will be sent to join the army. After one stage, their family members will always gain a foothold.

For nearly eight or nine years, Pris's mammoth organization terrorist group has been competing with government forces, winning and losing, winning and winning, and often gaining the upper hand, so he had to make a wise choice and had already sent a message to Pris. As long as it is useful, it is absolutely unambiguous.

But if he thinks about this attitude carefully, he is actually a scheming person. If the war starts to fight elsewhere, he can send some gold and diamonds to comfort Pulis. Even if Pulis despised him for giving little things, he would not have to bully him when the two sides fought.

But if the war burned here, he would definitely send strong tribe members to participate in the battle. On the surface, it was a military operation supporting mammoths, and behind the scenes he could better protect his home.

During each bandit army operation, it is inevitable that the local area will be looted, but if there are people inside, if you discuss with your peers, you will be able to pay at most a material price and you will definitely be spared from disaster.

These are all secrets hidden in his heart. There are also several senior elders who know that a little bit. The other tribes are not aware of it at all. They just feel a relatively stable life. In their spare time, they will praise him for his good management of the family and God bless him.

In addition to controlling the thoughts of his tribe, he also has a special identity that makes the outside world fear him. He is the eighth direct disciple of the Sun God, nicknamed the Great Wizard of Neil. It is said that he can sprinkle beans into soldiers and call the wind and rain.

He gently twisted the dry and hard beard on his chin and said with a slight head: "I am very grateful to the Commander-in-Chief. I have been supporting his liberation movement in recent years and have never contacted the government army. I know you have not yet called me, so I have been preparing secretly. As long as your subordinate gives the order, I will not delay for a minute, and I will immediately take my tribe members to fight..."

This old man talked loudly and said glamorously, but to Tysonda sounded full of lies, so he said straight to the point:

"Then let's just talk. I'm here this time to discuss with you how to clear the Chinese riot team in the western suburbs of Green City. When they came, the bright red flags were raised. I guess they'll be patrolling and inspecting you in a few days. I'm afraid that your property and your tribe members will not be able to be protected..."

He casually said a few news, probably saying that when the Chinese riot team arrived at a place, they would brainwash people, take away the best local resources, and then provoke internal strife among local gangs, take the opportunity to destroy several large families, and then put them in prison.

In this remote small town in a corner of the earth, many people still don’t know that China has 5,000 years of civilization, and its economic, political, cultural and national defense forces are developing rapidly. After all, many of these people are descendants of the United States. One hundred and fifty years ago, they returned from the United States on a sailboat to overcome obstacles to establish a country. It is a typical Western thinking, so Old Man Neil was shocked and murmured to himself:

"This is absolutely not possible. I have arranged for people to attack the police station several times. Now they don't dare to go out at night. Why do such a group of people come? There must be no peacekeeping troops on my territory."

Half of his words were said to Tysonda, and a small part of them told the truth. This old fox is smart and does not do anything bad. He also knows that if the police station people were destroyed, Monroe would definitely not let him go. If that were the case, it would be better to let them become the ears of deaf people. It was just a decoration, and his own industry would not be affected at all.

When Tysonda proposed that the Chinese riot team had officially entered today and should teach them a lesson tonight, he stretched his hand back and Madaha immediately handed over a thick envelope.

"Mr. Priss's little thought, I'll ask you for this matter. After the matter is done, he will remember this matter. If it doesn't work, I may have to trouble you. Then I may have some time to explain to him. Some people will inevitably come to the mavericks." Tysonda put the envelope to the coffee table next to him and gently pushed it to Neil.

Neil was smiling bitterly and was about to express his opinion. His grandson Nicholas Green, who was standing behind him, hummed twice, picked up the envelope, put it in his hand and weighed it. His fist hit his chest... The bulging muscles in front of him were swearing:

"Mr. Lieutenant Colonel, it's just those peacekeeping police officers, not special forces soldiers. I'll take this. My grandfather is in charge of so many things. I'll go there tonight, so you'll prepare to collect more body bags. I'll bring them to you."

"Nicolas, don't be presumptuous! Mr. Tysonda arranged for our tribe to do some work, that would be what we should look at! Do you still dare to take things? Be careful I will chop your hands up." Neil turned around and scolded.

But it seemed too late for him to do this. Tysonda smiled and said, "I'll go back first. I'll leave you with a few brothers to help you. Madaha, choose a few people, cooperate with Mr. Neil to work well. Have you heard of it?"

After saying that, he got up and left. When he was about to walk to the gate, he said without looking back: "Mr. Neil, we will see you then. I believe your family can handle their relationship with them and the mammoth."

Seeing their backs gradually leaving, Neil looked at Guniras still thinking about the money in his hand with a greedy look on his face, and immediately said to a close butler: "Send the guests to the secret room to rest, serve the best food and wine, and then ask a few girls to accompany you, hurry up!"

Madaha led the short man to the secret room behind the room with an unhappy expression. While walking, he was not idle. He spoke in English differently from here. Judging from their expressions, they should be complaining about the old man's poor hospitality and how he was so mysterious and had no face at all.

As soon as they entered the secret room, a few tall women followed him in. Nicholas was anxious to jump up again and said gritting his teeth: "Aren't these BAOs? You have to use them these days, why did you give them to this group of people so early?"

Neil's authority in the family is supreme, and women and money are his seemingly possessed. From teenage girls to widowed women, he calls them at any time. If he looks forward to anyone, he will spend a romantic night together.

If Long Wei and the others were in front of him, they would definitely bring him to justice because of Liberisen's strong reputation. But this is a story later. Now Neil is anxious to teach his ignorant grandson a lesson.

When he returned to the room, his grandson Nicholas was holding the envelope with his face full of YY, as if he was happy to pick up the treasure, and put it in his hand and weighed it: "Grandpa, they are taking the initiative to curry favor with us. If other tribes know that Pris has given you gifts, who would dare not give diamonds, gold and women honestly? Wait for me to spread the news..."

The guy moved his body, looked at the raised area of ​​his lower body, and immediately remembered several new white girls from the simple midnight stand bar in the city, each of which was plump. RU fat TUN, a blonde and blue-eyed beauty. I heard that he had not graduated from college, so I immediately wanted to be casual with a few young masters. When I thought of these things, I suddenly danced excitedly.

There was a "pop".

Neil slapped heavily on his face, and after slapping his hand, he pulled back, pointed at his nose, and said in a pissy mouth. Ba trembled and cursed in a low voice: "You brainless pig, the masturbation man is so easy for you to take advantage of it? Show me what money do they give? It would be strange if it was US dollar bills and euros. It would definitely be a sharp knife coins that would not make money. This is a trap, just like stocks, we are trapped."

Nicholas looked at his grandfather in a daze, and immediately pulled out a stack of banknotes from the envelope as if he had woken up in his dream, put them in front of him and looked at them seriously, and immediately said in surprise: "Grandpa..."

"Please invite them into the secret room, send a few unlucky women, and ask them to shut up, so that they can avoid unnecessary head-on conflicts with the riot team. Alas, God cannot guarantee that the majestic elephant will destroy this group of Oriental people immediately. You brainless guy..." Neil became more and more excited as he spoke, and he swung his slap again, and sighed and let it go again.

He pointed to the secret room with a strange expression and whispered: "Go and prepare me carefully. Go and work tonight. How to do it? Use your brain well. We are the boss in this forest. We must clean up some peacekeepers for me, otherwise, I will be afraid..."

He looked at the yard in despair, then looked pessimistic. Nicholas seemed to guess his concern and said in a low tone: "I understand, grandpa, if you don't complete the task well, they will destroy the Green family."

Let’s talk about the riot camp. The huge camp is trapped in the boundless darkness. You can vaguely see the barbed wire and see the eyes of some large beasts orchids. From time to time, birds flash by in the sky, only a beam of light flashes in the dilapidated warehouse to the east.

How to say this warehouse is full of messy things, each of which is antique-level, most of which are from many years ago. Of course, there are also things from these years, and that is only a few. I guess you can find many objects related to Pris after scrutinizing them, which are just hidden in things with different national symbols.

No need to guess, this person is Sha Quancai.

If Long Wei saw this, he could be seen from a hundred meters away, and it would not take even two seconds.

Because only he can be so dedicated and professional: a worn-out mine lamp is worn on his forehead, and the light is bright, and he doesn't need to hold it with his hands. In addition, he is wearing a clean labor protection clothing and sleeves, and looks like a senior technician.
Chapter completed!