nightcrawler in los angeles

Chapter 342 Mission
"Good good!"

"I see, don't worry!"

After hanging up the phone, Marco sat down at the dining table again with a calm face and started his lunch. Since the conflict with Mutasim last time, his life in the Libyan capital has been peaceful for three days. .

Recently

Like a competent junior, Mutasim came over on time at noon every day to deliver meals in person, and would also chat with Marco intimately.

This look of booing and asking for warmth
If it weren't for the increasing number of guards around the hotel

Maybe Marco really believed that Omar and his family would correct themselves and apologize for him.

Marco simply listed a lot of Chinese food in front of the table, and specially put one of the steamed buns made of cornmeal in his mouth and began to chew slowly.

Occasionally, Marco would pick up a dish with chopsticks. When Marco was eating, his eyes would always look towards the chandelier from time to time.

Mutasim next door stared at the screen on the monitor and asked seriously: "Are you sure Marco hasn't been in contact with anyone these days?"

"no!"

Mutasim hesitated for a moment and then asked the staff, "Have you monitored Marko's calls with other people recently?"

When the staff heard this sentence, they immediately explained with embarrassment: "Mr. Marko's communication equipment is a satellite phone. The communication channel of the mobile phone in his hand is different from ours. Our technology can't do it."

When the staff saw Mutasim wrinkled his nose and prepared to raise his hand to greet him

The staff immediately took out all the newspapers and TV screenshots on the side: "But we have carefully analyzed every word Mr. Marko said, which is the ordinary work content, and we have many instructions from him in the newspaper. Or it was confirmed on TV."

"idiot!"

But Omar, who was already very old standing aside, put his hands behind his back and stared seriously at Marco's eating expression for a long time without speaking.

"Mutassim, my son!"

"If your Uncle Marko really hasn't sent any information to the outside world recently, then it can prove that the external pressure on Libya has nothing to do with DeLore."

Hearing his father's words, Mutasim looked at his father's complexion with a complex expression and hesitated for a long time before answering: "Father, what did you and Uncle Marko talk about at that time, he has been clinging to the bottom line now and won't let go. ?”

Omar replied nonchalantly when he heard this sentence: "It's nothing, I just want your Uncle Marko to help us find more help in the United States."

"Well, it's really not easy to operate this matter according to the current situation."

"Okay, send Marco out in a few days, and don't let him come to Libya in the future. That's the fate between me and him!" Omar said casually to his son, then turned his head and walked outside up.

Following Omar at the same time, there were a lot of personal guards behind him.

But Mutasim stood by the window and stared at the movement downstairs. It wasn't until his father's car left that Mutasim turned his head and said to the staff member: "Turn off the surveillance camera!" !"

"Master."

"What I said doesn't work anymore, does it?" Mutasim stared, and the staff member immediately clicked on the computer with the mouse.

"Closed!"

"Yeah!" Mutasim turned his head and said to his personal guards: "Keep an eye on them, I'll go in and see Marko."

Mutasim walked into Marco's hotel room with his hands behind his back and complex complexion. Marco looked up at Mutasim, put his hands in his mouth and said dissatisfiedly: "This braised braised meat The meat of the ribs is not strong, next time you'd better make some fresh ribs!"

Mutasim, who was full of thoughts, didn't notice that Marko hid a white transparent plastic bag in his palm. Instead, he sat opposite Marko and asked seriously: "Are you sure my father said that he wanted to save Germany?" Will Laurie's factories and skilled workers in Libya be handed over to my brother?"

Marco sighed helplessly: "I've known you for so long, have I ever lied to you? Do you remember that when you were a child, you wanted Xiao Lizi's autographed photo? I asked for it specially for you. Do you still remember the autographed photo for your 8th birthday?" Is that the car I bought for you back then? That’s a joint car I made with Porsche just for you!"

Mutasim heard Marko's precious childhood

Mutasim swallowed a mouthful of saliva and asked with an annoyed expression, "My father really said that?"

"Well, I told you, those technicians are being imprisoned by your brother!"

"If you don't believe me, you can test your brother in private or ask you to investigate whether someone is delivering meals to more than 100 people recently."

After finishing this sentence, Marco refused to say another word.

Seeing that he couldn't ask any useful information here, Mutasim turned and left helplessly. The moment he turned and left, Marco immediately took out the small note from the transparent plastic bag.

[Plan A is completed, quickly implement Plan B, civil strife, evacuation]

After seeing the contents of the note, Marco took a deep breath and walked towards the bathroom. When he threw the note into the toilet, he sat on it and lit a cigarette to think slowly. stand up.

Yes
This time, he took the lead and came to Libya, which was already quite chaotic, with a purpose. In the early years, De Laury had invested a lot here because of his honeymoon period with Libya.

There is nothing wrong with saying that Libya is the base of the Delorie military factory in Africa, but as Omar is increasingly unable to suppress his own personality in Libya, the international public opinion is now one-sided.

Due to some reasons, the anti-government forces in Libya became more and more rampant, and Marko had no choice but to come here in person to cut off the relationship with the Omar family.

After smoking a cigarette, Marco threw the cigarette butt away and walked to the living room. The sound of the automatic flushing of the toilet behind him made Marco not have the slightest thought of turning back.

The room is full of monitors and monitors so that he can't take any unnecessary actions. Once those who monitor him are wary, it will really fall short!

Instead, Mutasim left the hotel with his bodyguard after leaving Marko's room

Many unfamiliar faces appeared in the Libyan capital with ulterior motives, but no one noticed that there were more American faces in the urban area.

"go with!"

"Check to see if my dear brother is hiding those technicians!"

(End of this chapter)