World nuclear peace starts with the creation of an umbrella company

If any rash action causes diplomatic disputes, the consequences will not be something that these little people like them can bear.

Bob Denard led the Alpha Team up the stairs step by step, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

Soon they walked up the steps and arrived in front of the Town Hall.

The military and police chief at the door hesitated when he saw Bob Denard and others, but still stepped forward to stop them.

But the tone was not so harsh, very polite.

"Hello sir! This is the Bosaso City Hall. Please identify yourself."

"Please inform your mayor that I am Bob Denard, commander of the Umbrella Corporation's military department, UBCS. I have something to ask you!" Bob Denard introduced himself.

"Sir, please wait a moment, I need to ask for instructions." The military and police chief had never heard of this before, but still said it politely.

"Please."

Bob Denard shrugged and stood aside with his men.

I waited for a while.

The head of the military police came over and said, "Sir, the mayor agrees to let you in. Please follow me."

Afterwards, Bob Denard led the Alpha Squad into the city hall following the military and police chief.

The group first took the elevator to the fifth floor and then walked through a long corridor.

Finally, we came to a large office at the end and stopped.

The military and police chief knocked on the door and heard a voice from inside saying "come in".

He turned around and said, "Sir, you can come in!"

"But your people need to stay outside."

"You guys are guarding outside."

Bob Denard gave instructions and walked in through the door.

Inside the office.

A middle-aged black man sitting behind a circular desk saw Bob Denard push the door open.

He immediately stood up and greeted him with a smile on his face.

"Mr. Bob Denard, I'm Mayor Morrison, nice to meet you!"

"Mr. Mayor, nice to meet you."

……

After exchanging pleasantries, both sides sat down on the sofa.

Mayor Morisan of Bosaso asked cautiously, "Mr. Denard, why are you here this time?"

"Mr. Mayor, on behalf of our boss, I want to inform you that from today onwards, there will only be one largest tribe in Boosaaso."

Bob Denard glanced at the cautious Morrison and spoke with a firm tone.

"..."

Hear this.

Mayor Morrison's eyes flashed, and he suddenly realized.

It turns out that the battle that took place among the Digil tribe last night was done by Umbrella Corporation?

Now let me say this...

The meaning is obvious, the Dijil tribe is gone.

There are only two largest tribal forces in the Bosaso area, namely the Dir and Digir tribes.

The two major tribes belong to the Samalai and Sabu clans.

Since the founding of Somali, the two major ethnic groups have always been at odds with each other, and it is basically a fight to the death.

But Dill opposed the government and supported the warlord Aidid!

The Digil tribe supports the government and is a tribal force that supports President Barre.

Among the more than 14 million people in Somali, the vast majority are of the Samarai ethnic group, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they are a powerful family.

They all supported the warlord Aidid, which was why Aidid, although not the president, had power over the president.

Sabu was weak and was always suppressed.

Now the Dijir tribe, one of its two major tribes, has apparently been completely destroyed.

Now in Bosaso, the Dir tribe, one of the four major tribes of the Samarai ethnic group, is the dominant one.

This is not a good sign!

But he is just a mayor and all he needs to do is maintain stability in the region.

Other political disputes have nothing to do with him.

At worst, they could just quit. The money they had earned over the years was enough for their family to live in a European country.

So it doesn’t matter who is the boss.

Love so and so!

From now on, I will just lie down and do nothing.

Chapter 53: Infrastructure Maniac? It would be a shame not to do engineering

"Mr. Denard, is there anything else I can help you with?"

After deciding to give up.

The mayor of Bosaso, Morrison, immediately put on a flattering smile and asked.

"Our boss wants to privatize the port and airport of Bosaso. Mr. Mayor, please name a price."

Bob Denard said as he placed the briefcase in his hand on the table.

"This……"

Upon hearing this, Morrison showed an embarrassment on his face.

It’s not that it’s not possible, but he is thinking about more critical issues.

What price should you offer and whether you can embezzle some of the money.

"What? Mr. Mayor is in trouble?"

Denard stared straight at Morrison opposite him, his aura full of oppression.

As the king of mercenaries and the first mercenary in France, Bob Denard caused bloody storms in Asia and Africa.

He even overthrew more than 30 countries and became the emperor.

The aura he exuded was like a mountain pressing down on people, making it hard to breathe.

Suddenly, Mayor Morrison felt overwhelmed.

He felt that if he hesitated any longer, he might suffocate to death.

The person he was facing was not a human being, but a devil from hell.

terrible!

"Mr. Denard, this matter is a bit troublesome. I need to take care of it."

"How about a 1 million meter sword?"

Morrison stretched out his hand and gestured, asking tentatively.

"Mr. Mayor, deal!"

Without bargaining, Bob Denard pulled a check from his pocket and pushed it in front of Mayor Morrison.

"This is a Swiss bank draft for one million. Mr. Mayor, if you're unsure, you can call and verify its authenticity right here."

"No, no, I trust your company."

"Also, I will instruct the relevant departments of the City Hall to prepare the relevant contracts as soon as possible and send someone to deliver them to your company."

Morrison smiled and quickly took the cashier's check, fearing that it would disappear.

"Mr. Mayor, that's great!"

Bob Denard complimented him and patted the briefcase on the table.

"This is a gift from our boss to the mayor. Please accept it."

After saying this, he pushed the suitcase in front of Morrison.

Morrison's eyes lit up when he saw this. This boss of Umbrella Corporation knows how to behave!

Then he pretended to be embarrassed.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Denard, please tell your boss to thank him for the gift."

"If I have time, I'll treat your boss to a meal."

"Mr. Mayor, I will pass on the message for you."

Bob Denard smiled, the job was done, and then he said goodbye.

As for the contracts for the privatization of airports and ports, they will naturally be delivered to your door by someone sent by the city hall.

No need to worry at all.

With a lot of money paving the way, everything can be done quickly.

The power of money is always so omnipotent!

Mayor Morrison enthusiastically escorted them downstairs and watched Bob Denard and others leave.

He rushed back to the office and quickly opened the suitcase on the table.

A unique smell of ink belonging to Mi Dao hits you in the face!

Money, lots of money!

It was all green, and all of them were handsome Franklins.

The color in Morrison's eyes had long been replaced by two $$.

In his eyes, there is no room for anything else.

Only money.

The entire suitcase was filled to the brim with 500,000 Mi knives.

The boss of Umbrella Corporation is so generous!

As a gift for meeting someone, he directly gave out five hundred thousand Mi Dao.

In the economically troubled Somali, the 500,000 Midao in front of them is a huge sum of money.

This is also a considerable fortune in European countries.

So generous!

Having money makes you so damn willful!

At this moment, Chu Zihang has become the financial backer in the heart of Mayor Morrison.

none of them.

……

three days later.

Mogadishu, thirty kilometers east.

The abandoned and deserted town, which used to be lifeless, is now bustling with people and looks very lively.

A large engineering team drove in various construction machines.

In addition, there are many fully armed white mercenaries.

And these people were naturally brought by Chu Zihang.