nightcrawler in los angeles

Chapter 347
The Grand Hotel Tripoli is huge

The north is a Soviet-style building and the south is a Western-style building. Just from the distribution of this building, we can see how difficult it was for Libya to choose a camp.

Sunu sat in an army green Daewoo truck and dozed off tiredly
Even though the load of seafood on the back of the car almost suffocated people, Sunu still couldn't open his eyes. You must know that he traveled to two countries in three days.

"I don't know which goddamn guy insists on eating lobster from the shores of the Red Sea!"

Dieter also replied weakly: "It's ok! At least we are now legal citizens with official passes."

"We've been doing it for a whole month, and we've made less than $400 in total, and that's just the two of us!"

Sunu struggled to sit up and took out a handful of broken dollars from a box in the car
Dieter glanced at the hotel staff who were loading and unloading the lobster behind their car and waved their hands weakly: "It's okay, it's okay, Sunu, I can take it as you complaining, but our life is hard-won now, you know Those hotel workers are probably getting $180 a month, and we can at least get our hands dirty on gas."

"Damn!"

"Libya is terrible, I've had enough of it here, there are protests everywhere, there are wars everywhere!"

Dieter rolled his eyes helplessly when he saw his old buddy started to say the mantra that he used to say this month again.

The staff of Tripoli Hotel seem to be very competent

But the group of soldiers who were in charge of providing security for the Tripoli Hotel and Hotel were not so capable, and all the fat-headed ones were hanging around in the back kitchen.

While Sunu and Dieter were still resting, a fat man with a big belly opened the car door arrogantly and patted Dieter who was sleeping.

"Hey Dieter!"

"Did I ask you to bring me the cigars I brought from South Sudan?"

Dieter looked sleepily at the soldier who opened the car door rashly for a long time, but the fat soldier was not angry at all, and instead took the initiative to throw a cigarette to each of Dieter and Sunu.

Not only did Sunu not respond, but he also made a "snoring" sound from his mouth, but Dieter muttered hesitantly: "Oh oh oh, cigars, cigars, I'll go get them!"

Dieter lowered his head and searched in the messy compartment for a long time before he found a wooden box with several footprints on it.

"Hahahaha! Sergeant Sergeant Ramos, that girl looks very iconic. I really didn't expect that a South Sudanese would have such a beautiful sister!"

The fat sergeant major named Ramos waved his hand indifferently: "Cousin, cousin, by the way, you keep this dollar bill!"

The moment Ramos turned around, he threw a dollar bill and turned around and walked into the hotel. Dieter looked at the hundred-dollar bill in his hand for a moment in a daze.

Originally, he just wanted to build a good relationship with the sergeant major who was in charge of hotel security, but he never thought that the sergeant major would be so generous.

Dieter quickly woke up Sunu to share this one thing that made him happy for a day, but Ramos hurriedly took out the cigars in the wooden box with a smile on his face.

"Ramos, did you send Mr. Marco another cigar?"

Seeing the hotel lobby manager, Ramos waved his hand indifferently: "Damn, I don't understand the hobbies of big shots. Didn't I tell you last week that I want lobsters, and they will be delivered today?",

When Manager Datang heard what Ramos said, he nodded with a smile on his face, but he stood at the elevator entrance curiously, staring at the cigar box in Ramos' hand.

Ramos opened the box with an indifferent face and handed it over: "Smoking one! Anyway, that rich man Marco doesn't know how many cigars are in it. I just changed a brand."

The manager in the lobby took the cigar box and looked up and down curiously
"Tsk! It seems that you have made a lot of money from Mr. Marko this time!"

Ramos shrugged his shoulders indifferently, but when the hotel lobby manager turned to the bottom of the cigar box, a drop of sweat dripped from Ramos' forehead inadvertently.

"okay!"

"I made a lot of money from him this time, hahaha, I won't take cigars!"

Ramos pretended to be indifferent, took over the cigar box, and immediately walked into the elevator: "Haha, the streets are not peaceful recently, I think you should exchange all the money in your hands into US dollars. Now the exchange rate outside is almost skyrocketing!"

The hotel lobby manager nodded with a smile on his face
But when Ramos disappeared from his sight, he said to the walkie-talkie in his hand with a serious face: "Go and check if there is any private goods on the transport truck at the door, Ramos here Nothing out of the ordinary!"

Standing in the elevator, Ramos glanced at the camera in the elevator from the corner of his eye and waited calmly for the elevator door to open.
when the elevator doors open

Ramos walked towards the elevator without the slightest pause. When he stood at the door of Marco, Ramos immediately changed his face.

The soldiers in the entire corridor saluted Ramos very respectfully when they saw him

Ramos walked into the monitoring room and said to the staff on duty inside: "Go to change shifts, remember to prepare the minutes for tomorrow, and General Mutasim will come to see it then!"

"Roger that!"

After Ramos glanced at the monitor in which Marco was eating the freshly cooked lobster, Ramos took the cigar box and walked towards Marco's room.

Marco glanced around the room after seeing Ramos entering his room

Ramos directly opened the jammer in his hand: "Mr. Marco, there should be no problem. Today the monitoring room is all my people. You can rest assured to taste your cigars!"

Marco finally breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Ramos' words: "I really don't know when your CIA will be able to report to me all the news of that damned Mutasim, it's already 2011, and you still need to use this An old-fashioned way of passing notes!"

"Omar's control over Libya is almost strict, and the current situation in Tripoli is not very good. Since the chat with you last month, Mutasim has been making small moves."

"Sai Yima has also become vigilant, I think you should find a chance to leave here."

Marco ignored Senior Agent Ramos who was standing aside

Instead, he carefully opened the cassette at the bottom of the cigar box in his hand and looked at the note inside, but when Marco saw the writing on the note, he froze instantly.

"Fxxk!"

"This is Tao Xi's handwriting!"

(End of this chapter)