I'm a warlord in Africa!

Chapter 118 Kidnapping
Listening to Hunter's advice, Cheng Mu nodded and said, "Thank you, Lao Deng."

“No, I’m talking about you.”

Hunter wanted to fight back, but Cheng Mu had already hung up the phone.

On the other side, Wall Street in the United States.

It was still the same luxuriously decorated room that overlooked most of New York City, and it was still the same old men.

When they met again, although the expressions on their faces looked bad, their mental states seemed good.

Apparently that special treatment had brought them great benefits.

One person said angrily, "That damn bastard was a bit lawless. He actually killed hundreds of us!"

"There must be some instigation from the military, otherwise he would never dare to do this."

"Don't dare? I think there is nothing he dare not do. You should say that he would never do it without the military's instructions."

"This incident is different from the previous minor frictions. We must fight back."

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The old bitches in the room seemed to have regained their youthful state, chattering non-stop.

But amidst all the noise, the old man who had been sitting in the middle stood up.

As soon as he opened his mouth, several people in the room immediately shut their mouths.

"What do Somalia say?"

A middle-aged man standing there immediately reported: "President Amonto there promised us that he would help us deal with Cheng Mu."

"But."

"But what?!" the old man frowned.

“But when we asked him to harass the Ethiopian border, he said yes, but he used various excuses and did not actually take any provocative actions against Ethiopia.”

The eyelids of several old men twitched.

They had experienced so much that they no longer had any unreasonable fantasies about things, so they immediately found something abnormal in these words.

Is a small country like Somalia playing dirty with them? Is it trying to hedge its bets?
An old man narrowed his eyes, and a trace of cruelty flashed in his eyes: "Isn't his youngest son in Europe? Send someone to invite him over, and then send those videos to him to watch."

"Okay!" A middle-aged man nodded and walked out of the room.

After the middle-aged man left, a sneer appeared on the old man's face.

"Hehe... You brainless bastard, do you think you have hidden that guy's identity well? Do you think your tricks can be hidden from our eyes?"

……

Near a national university in Europe.

El Amonto, under his pseudonym, hung up the phone call from his father, a helpless smile flashed across his face.

Just now, his father told him to pay attention to his own safety recently.

But in El Amonto's opinion, this was just the old man's unfounded worry.

He has lived in Europe for so many years and has long been accustomed to the pace here.

Although there are still some turbulent memories about the Black Continent in my memory, it is a thing of the past after all.

El Amonto put on his headphones, pulled on the hood of his sweatshirt, shrugged, and walked towards home.

Not far from him, a van with dark black window film quietly followed him.

When the car was level with El Amonto, the door flew open, and two strong men grabbed the young man by the clothes and pulled him into the car.

……

The next day.

In an abandoned warehouse in the United States, El Amonto was tied to a rusty chair, his eyes full of fear.

A tall white man tore off the tape on his mouth and said with a grin, "Come on, little darling, say hello to your daddy."

……

When Somalia's President Amonto, who was far away in Black Africa, woke up in the morning, he saw two messages from the rapeseed people on his mobile phone.

Amonto actually had no interest in these shrewd or treacherous rapeseed people.

Because he clearly understood that the only purpose of these people approaching him was to exploit him, and it was a very unequal exploitation.

Just by providing a little aid, they expect the Somalis to fight for their interests?

You really take me for an idiot, haha...

Amonto frowned and picked up the phone.

When he saw the first video, Amonto couldn't help but sneer.

Haha, you want to use this to threaten me?

The video content is a secret shot of Amonto and an American actress in bed.

There are quite a lot of close-up shots from various angles.

but,

There is nothing wrong with using this kind of thing to threaten politicians in other countries, but it really doesn't work in Africa.

Amonto even wanted a higher-resolution original copy for his own enjoyment and to give another copy to his subordinates.

When they saw this, the only reaction was to laugh and call Americans idiots.

But when Amonto clicked on the second video, he was instantly confused.

That's his little son!
Looking at the young man in the video, Amonto suddenly felt a sense of fear rising in his heart.

That was his most beloved youngest son, and it could even be said that he was his lifeblood.

To some extent, Amonto can't even be considered a qualified Nig.

After all, most Niglian dads don’t have one.

But the meaning of Amonto's struggle is to allow his descendants to live a better life.

Now even his offspring have been captured, so what's the point of him struggling?

After Amonto watched these two videos, the rapeseed people sent another message.

[If you don't want your son to suffer, then let us see your sincerity. ]

Amonto replied hastily: [We can discuss any request slowly, but if you dare to hurt him, I will do everything I can to retaliate.]

A mocking reply came from the other side: [Don't worry, we are partners. As long as you cooperate well, we promise to return it to you intact. ]

Amonto didn't have time to think about it anymore, and quickly called all his confidants into the house to discuss countermeasures together.

in the room.

Amonto and several of his confidants sat on the sofa. No one spoke first and the atmosphere was extremely depressing.

The people present were not only high-ranking officials of Somalia, but also relatives of Amonto.

No one knew better than them how important El was to Amonto, and no one knew better than them the importance of family unity.

This move by the rapeseed man is really fucking vicious.

After a deathly silence, Amonto's twin brother finally spoke slowly, "However...we should first agree to the rapeseed people's request and invade Ethiopia, and then slowly see if we can get little El back."

"After all, with the viciousness of the rapeseed people, I think if we don't agree to them, they will really attack Little El."

(End of this chapter)