Arms starts with hyenas in the Middle East

Chapter 320 I am a loser, but you are not a winner either

"Good evening to all the fight fans around the world! This is the Milanese Grand Theater in Las Vegas, where the current heavyweight champion Junior dos Santos VS Frank Mir is competing. I am your old friend. Joe Rogan!”

UFC gold medal commentator Jonah's unique voice echoed throughout the venue, indicating that tonight's championship gold belt battle is about to begin.

Since the previous back-up matches and sub-main matches had already heated up the venue, the entire venue was now filled with the deafening shouts and stamping of boxing fans.

Looking at the brother and sister beside him who were completely immersed in the atmosphere of the scene, shouting selflessly like other spectators, blushing with excitement, it was difficult for Sean to connect them with the current patriarch and sister of the Cape family.

For Sean, it is good to watch a boxing match. The excitement in the boxing ring is different from the hail of bullets on the battlefield. He is happy to experience the same hormonal atmosphere, but he will never be able to do it because of the boxing match. And the cry of selflessness.

The boxing match soon officially started with the referee's order. Both boxers were cautious at first and tested each other with various fake moves.

The pace of heavyweight competitions is generally not too fast, because everyone has the ability to make the final decision, and no one dares to be careless. If they are not careful, they will fall into the abyss.

But what's interesting is that both of them are masters of Gracie Jiu-Jitsu, so the two of them were testing on the premise of preventing falls.

Whoosh!
Frank, who was quite confident in his boxing skills, took the lead and fired a jab at the defending champion Santos.

The end of the championship battle also heralded the end of tonight's game. After the defending champion finished speaking, the audience began to leave one after another.

But after several rounds of testing, Santos gradually began to gain the upper hand, and Frank obviously began to get into Santos' rhythm. If he could not break the rhythm, the final result could be imagined.

Diving and throwing with your legs!
Santos hugged the opponent's legs with both hands and tried twice to knock the opponent to the ground but failed. Then he took the initiative to let go, and the two resumed their confrontation again.

Sean and others naturally returned to their own presidential suites with Leslie. All in all, this trip to Las Vegas can be said to have ended successfully. Sean not only met a group of weapons experts, but also Gained a computer expert with excellent skills.

Snapped!
Santos calmly stretched out his hand to slap away the incoming fist with extremely skillful technique, and then responded with a jab in return.

Time passed by, and the game ended with Santos easily winning after beating Frank for one and a half rounds, winning the first title defense of his UFC career.

Whoosh!
Snapped!
Frank also steadily blocked the opponent's jab, but at this moment, he felt something crash into his arms. Shocked, he quickly dropped his heart, leaned forward, and pressed hard against the opponent.

The next day, Sean and others got on the plane back to Mali again, accompanied by a computer expert named Matthew.

After returning to Mali, Sean directly sent Matthew to make a firewall for the company, making the best use of it. Matthew will be a killer in the hands of the company. He will be responsible for the company's network security issues when not needed. When necessary, he will also You can do some special things through the online world.

At present, everything is going well in Mali. Except for some minor frictions, everything has basically calmed down. Sean, Leslie, and William have all gotten what they want. As for the current Prime Minister of Mali, Augusta also got the rights he wanted. However, after actually sitting in this position, he discovered that it seemed a little different from what he imagined. This position did not seem to be the same. So easy to sit on.

"Mr. President, can you tell me how it feels when you have power?"

In the presidential palace, Augusta sat opposite President Apu, who had been under house arrest, and he asked the question in his heart.

As the real person in power in Mali today, he seems to feel the helplessness Apu felt at the beginning. Although he has no profound vision in his heart to lead the Malian people to become stronger, he is not satisfied with the feeling of being restricted by others now. , he wants to find a way out of his current situation.

"Haha, you feel helpless too, don't you, Augusta?"

Apu's tone was sarcastic. He was now under house arrest. At first, he hated Augusta's betrayal, but now he has seen it. Even if Augusta does not betray him, others will come forward. All of this is just Sean's profit game. They are just victims of profit, nothing more.

"You don't have to mock me, at least I'm not like you and can only stay in the presidential palace."

Hearing the sarcasm in the other party's tone, Augusta was a little annoyed, as if... someone had poked a sore spot, but there was nothing he could do about it.

"Listen, Augusta, you are sitting in this position. You are just a tool in the hands of the Chinese to make profits, maintain the basic order in Mali, and... shield him from the knife. That's all, no matter what you want To be truly independent or to take the initiative in cooperation is just wishful thinking.”

For Apu, although the other party is not a revolutionary fighter like him, for now, he is still in the same situation as he once was. He cannot make his own decisions about life and death. Everything is decided by Sean. Here, see It seems like everything belongs to them, but in fact it belongs to Sean.

Sean firmly controlled everything and divided up everything in Mali, and they only had rights over their subordinates, nothing more. Like Augusta, he originally thought he could make a lot of money, but in fact But he is no better than before. It was fine at first, but now he always feels a little aggrieved and unwilling.

Why can't I get nothing even though I am the leader of this country?
"Shit, you are a loser, what qualifications do you have to criticize me?"

Apu's words were like a sharp knife, piercing Augusta's pain, which made him a little angry.

"Of course I am a loser, but you are not a success either. At least I am still your...senior."

Apu looked at the other person as if he were looking at another person. In other words, in his eyes, the other person would be like him sooner or later, or even end up in a more miserable situation than he is now.

"Shit!"

Augusta cursed angrily and left straight away. He really regretted it now. How could he have thought of coming to ask a failed guy!

(End of this chapter)