nightcrawler in los angeles

Chapter 346 Premonition
The surname Serhi is a tribal surname in Africa

If you go to the top and ask your ancestors, you might be able to hear the history of a certain king surnamed Serhi commanding the heroes, but Serhi Sunu, who escaped to the capital of Libya after going through hardships and obstacles along the way, didn’t know his surname at all. not give a damn about.

If it weren't for the cousin in front of him who was willing to take him and Dieter Ellis in temporarily, Sercy Sunu might have changed his name!
Because it was his cousin who sold him to that pervert in Mali as a slave army!

The capital of Libya has not been affected by the rising and falling rebels in other places. Except for the higher prices, there is no difference between here and before.

"Hey! Cousin, don't be joking. At that time, I saw that the person was an American, so I signed your release letter and agreed to it!"

Serhi Sunu squatted in front of a restaurant, eating the coarse grains in his hand, complaining dissatisfiedly: "Oh my God! Do you know what that man does? He's a murderer, and I'm a thief! A thief !"

Serxi Suka looked at his cousin's eating with disdain and complained: "If you could endure hardship like me back then, you wouldn't beg me to go to the prison to take care of you, but now you blame me Already!"

Dieter Ellis sees this dude is about to start a fight
He quickly stood up and acted like a good man: "Brother Suka, we know we are wrong, we know, Su Nu you know, he is a fool, if you didn't take care of us at the beginning, we still have to move stones in the prison Road repairs!"

When Suka heard that Dieter took the initiative to talk, he couldn't help but hummed a few words in satisfaction.
Dieter kicked Sunu who was still squatting in front of the hotel and winked at him, and then Sunu took out the dollars they had saved along the way from his pocket with a dissatisfied expression.

"Give!"

"What!" Suka looked at the piece of rotten cloth handed over by his cousin with a look of disgust and did not move.

But Sunu was not afraid at all that the people around would see the US dollars wrapped in the cloth strips.
Sunu held the 312 US dollars wrapped in the cloth in his hand generously: "This is the money saved by the two of us. Isn't this coming back? Our brothers don't have a pass either. See if you can Help us get the pass, and arrange a job for each of us!"

Suka looks like US dollars
His two eyes lit up in an instant, and he looked around the surrounding environment furtively, and immediately warned: "You are crazy! This is US dollars, you don't know that those big shots want to buy US dollars in Libya They are sold at sky-high prices on the black market!"

"You're the commander's personal guard, you can't even afford $300!" Sunu teased with disdain as soon as he saw the opportunity.

"You know shit!"

"Now the capital of Libya has a decree every day, not to mention ordinary people, even our group of personal guards can't stand it!"

Suka narrowed his eyes and looked satisfied. After accepting the money, he offered a cigarette to the two of them. Dieter looked at Suka, who had a clear gap between the front and the back, but didn't speak.

After all, in prison, Sunu scolded him a lot in private
At the beginning, Su Nu managed several thieves under the hands of the capital, and he would give his cousin some of his income every time, but unexpectedly, his cousin hid in the government building when something happened. I can't come out for several days.

Dieter looked down on this dog who recognized money but not people, but he really couldn't gain a foothold if he didn't come here and didn't ask him!

"Can you both drive?"

Seeing that the two nodded in tacit understanding, Suka immediately said: "Okay, you can go to the transportation department of the Tripoli Hotel in the future. There are two drivers missing there. I will send you the pass tonight. I don't care if you are caught by the city guards!"

"Pooh"

"damn thing"

"What cousin!"

Sunu looked at Suka's leaving back and spit at his back, but Dieter patted his inmate on the shoulder with a happy face: "Okay, at least he takes money to do things, Otherwise, I don’t know how we can live here without pistols.”

"Let's take a step at a time. In fact, it's not bad to be a driver in a hotel, at least you won't be hungry!" Dieter explained to his old buddy with a serious face.

But what the entire Libyan capital residents didn't know was that Omar was arguing with his youngest son, Mutasim, in his extremely luxurious home at this time.

"Father!"

"I have already said that we don't want to offend NATO. What you said in front of the media today is not making them strengthen their blockade against us!"

Sitting upright behind his desk, Omar looked at his son angrily and scolded, "Get out! I'm not old yet, and I don't need you to decide my affairs!"

On the contrary, Saif was on the sidelines in front of the peacemaker: "Okay, brother, stop arguing with your father. Since your father has already made a decision, let's obey him obediently."

When Mutasim saw the elder brother who was the second in name but actually the eldest in the family, he immediately became furious.
Although they still have a big brother, that big brother didn't care much about family affairs because he was born to his father and his ex-wife, and he was also excluded prematurely because he was not very interested in the throne of Libya.

But Saif is different. Not only were they born to the same mother, Saif even received Western education, which led to the support of many Westerners behind him, resulting in a lot of division of his rights in recent years.

And this time the civil strife is largely Saif's doing.

"Shut up, you idiot, if it weren't for your insistence on allowing Western capital to enter Libya, those businessmen would definitely not ignore those damn warlord civil strife!"

The old and cunning Saif glanced at his father and calmly comforted him: "Okay, okay, it's my fault, it's my fault, but it's time for father to rest, let's leave early."

"What do you say? My dear brother?" Saif looked at their father Omar with a pitiful expression after saying this.

Seeing this, Omar picked up a gold ashtray and threw it at Mutasim.

Mutassim, who didn't dodge, looked at his forehead in the mirror and then at Saif, who was secretly delighted, and turned away without saying a word.

"Oh, it's all my fault, I spoiled him back then!"

"Father, don't worry, my brother is just affected by the recent chaos in his mentality. I believe that he will be able to deal with it soon after giving him some time."

Omar sighed helplessly and put the documents on the table into Saif's hands: "This is the information on the recent takeover of Delori Military Industry, you remember to deal with it, and when the time comes, hurry up and drive Marko out, I will I always feel that this group of people is here, and I feel a little awkward."

"Okay, father."

(End of this chapter)