"Okay, okay!"

"I understand, don't worry!"

After hanging up the phone, Marco sat down at the dining table with a calm face and started his lunch. Since the last conflict with Mutassim, his life in the Libyan capital has been really peaceful for three days.

.

these days

Mutassim acted like a competent junior and came on time every day to deliver meals in person, and also chatted thoughtfully with Marco.

This look of asking for help

If it weren't for the fact that there were more and more guards around the hotel,

Marco might actually believe that Omar and his family have changed their ways and want to apologize to him.

Marco simply listed a large pile of Chinese food in front of the table, put one of the steamed buns made of cornmeal in his mouth and chewed it slowly.

Occasionally, Marco would pick up a piece of food. When Marco was eating, his eyes would always glance towards the chandelier from time to time.

Mutassim next door stared at the screen on the monitor and asked seriously: "Are you sure Marco hasn't been in contact with anyone these days?"

"No!"

Mutasim hesitated and then asked the staff: "Have you monitored Marco's recent phone calls with others?"

When the staff heard this, they immediately looked embarrassed and explained: "Mr. Marco's communication equipment is a satellite phone. The mobile phone communication channel in his hand is different from ours. Our technology cannot do it."

When the staff saw Mutasim wrinkled his nose and was about to raise his hand to greet him,

The staff immediately took out all the newspaper and TV screenshots on the side: "But we have carefully analyzed every word Mr. Marco said, which is ordinary work content, and many of the instructions he gave have been recorded in the newspaper.

Or it’s been confirmed on TV.”

"idiot!"

But Omar, who was already very old, stood aside with his hands behind his back and stared at Marco eating seriously without saying a word for a long time.

"Mutasim, my son!"

"If your Uncle Marco has really not conveyed information to the outside world recently, then it can be proved that this external pressure on Libya has nothing to do with DeLaurie."

When Mutasim heard his father's words, he looked at his father with a complex expression and hesitated for a long time before replying: "Father, what did you and Uncle Marco talk about at that time? He has been biting the bottom line and not letting go.

?”

Omar heard this and replied nonchalantly: "Nothing, I just want your Uncle Marco to help us find more help in the United States."

"Well, it's really not easy to do this under the current situation."

"Okay, send Marco out in a few days, and don't let him come to Libya in the future. That's the end of my fate with him!" Omar said casually to his son, then turned and walked outside.

.

Following Omar, there were a large number of personal guards behind him who left at the same time.

But Mutassim stood by the window and stared closely at what was going on downstairs. It was not until his father's car left that Mutassim turned to the staff member and said: "Turn off the monitoring.

!”

"Master..."

"What I said doesn't work, does it?" Mutasim's eyes widened, and the staff member immediately clicked a few times on the computer with the mouse.

"Already closed!"

"Well!" Mutassim turned to his bodyguards and ordered: "Keep an eye on them, I'll go in and see Marco."

Mutassim walked into Marco's hotel room with his hands behind his back and a complex expression on his face. Marco raised his head and glanced at Mutassim, then put his hand in his mouth and said dissatisfiedly: "This braise

The meat of the ribs is not strong, you’d better make some fresh ribs next time!”

Mutassim, who was full of thoughts, did not notice that Marco hid a white transparent plastic bag in his hand. Instead, he sat opposite Marco and asked seriously: "Are you sure that my father said that Germany should be removed?"

Will all Lowry’s factories and skilled workers in Libya be handed over to my brother?”

Marco sighed helplessly: "Have I ever lied to you after I've known you for so long? Do you still remember that when you were a child, you wanted DiCaprio's autographed photo, which I specially asked for for you. Do you still remember the one for your 8th birthday?

That car I bought you when you were there? That was a co-branded car I made with Porsche just for you!"

Mutassim heard about Marco’s childhood memories

Mutasim swallowed his saliva and asked with an annoyed look on his face: "Did my father really say that?"

"Well, as I said, those technicians are being held in your brother's hands!"

"If you don't believe it, you can test your brother in private or ask you to investigate whether someone is delivering meals for more than 100 people recently."

After saying this, Marco refused to say another word.

When Mutassim saw that he couldn't ask for any useful information here, he turned around and left helplessly. The moment he turned to leave, Marco immediately took out the small note from the transparent plastic bag.

[Plan A completed, plan B quickly implemented, civil unrest, evacuation]

After seeing the content on the note, Marco took a deep breath and walked towards the bathroom. After he threw the note into the toilet, he sat on it, lit a cigarette and thought slowly.

stand up.

That's right

This time, he took the lead and came to Libya, which was already in chaos, with a purpose. In the early years, DeLaurie's honeymoon period with Libya led them to invest a lot here.

There is nothing wrong with saying that Libya is the base of DeLaurie Military Factory in Africa. However, as Omar becomes increasingly unable to suppress his own personality in Libya, international public opinion is now one-sided.

Due to some reasons, the anti-government forces in Libya are becoming more and more rampant. Marco has no choice but to come here in person to cut off the relationship with the Omar family.

After finishing a cigarette, Marco threw away the cigarette butt and walked to the living room. The sound of the toilet flushing automatically behind him made Marco not have the slightest idea of ​​looking back.

The room full of monitors and monitors prevented him from making any unnecessary moves. If he once made those who were monitoring him wary, he would really have failed!

Instead, Mutassim left the hotel with his bodyguards after leaving Marco's room.

There were many unfamiliar faces in the Libyan capital, where people were unpredictable, but no one noticed that there were some American faces in the city.

"go!"
Chapter completed!