Chapter 845 Operation Snake Slayer

"Xiao Mo, are you really going to agree with Britain as an intermediary to negotiate with the American political axe on those crew members?" Standing in front of the villa, Fan Qingqing held Li Mo's arm, looked at the car far away in front of the door, and asked angrily.

Before, she knew very well how much Li Mo hated the American political axe, but as soon as the British ambassador came to the door and tried to solve the problems of the "Jewel" freighter and the crew through private negotiations, Li Mo agreed, which was completely inconsistent with Li Mo's surname habit. He can't let go of an 'enemy' so easily.

"Otherwise, what do you think?" Li Mo pinched Fan Qingqing's nose, shook his head and said with a smile, "These crew members may have committed crimes, but so what, it has nothing to do with me. Our enemy is the American political axe. It makes a big deal on the 'Jewel' freighter. At most, it will make the United States lose a little face, but we can't give them substantial damage. So why don't I seize the 'Jewel' when the outside world thinks that I am the Somalis killed on flight XX123 to retaliate against the United States? Wait, what about exchanging some benefits for the political axe of Britain and the United States? You know, I'm very angry now, and the United Kingdom and the United States also think so, so they must pay a price to calm my anger, and I will be able to release those crew members.

Fan Qingqing couldn't help but look suddenly when she heard the words. She knew that Li Mo was not a good person. How could she easily let go of this opportunity to attack the American political axe? It turned out that there was no relationship between the 'Jewel' and the American political axe, even if the crew of the 'Jewel' was sent in. Prison is not interesting. Li Mo took the opportunity to ask for benefits this time, and then waited for a more appropriate opportunity to retaliate. He

He won't let the enemy go so easily.

"Just like this, what are you going to explain on the other side of the castle?" There was a trace of hesitation on Fan Qingqing's face, and then asked hesitantly.

The castle in her mouth refers to the Arab castle where Yang Xiaorou and others live. This refers to Yang Xiaorou's mother and daughter. After all, Liu Zhengdong disappeared in the air crash, which is the real reason why Li Mo made the seizure of the 'Jewel'. Otherwise, more than a dozen Somali ordinary people will be killed, at most let Li Mo give the American political axe again. Record a crime next time, and don't jump out at this time and wrench the wrist with the United States.

Now Li Mo ordered the Somali navy to seize the 'Jewel', which is known all over the world. At this time, if Li Mo suddenly releases the 'Jewel', it will also be a blow to Li Mo's own reputation. Many people will surely guess that the seizure of the 'Jewel' is a cover, and one takes the opportunity to ask for it from the United States. The bargaining chip of benefits. In that way, Li Mo's image has really become a greedy and despicable villain.

"I'll explain it over there." After Li Mo finished speaking, there was an ambiguous smile on his face, and he whispered in Fan Qingqing's ear.

"Bah... hooligan!" Fan Qingqing blushed and couldn't help beating Li Mo and scolding.

On the second floor of the villa, on the second floor of the villa, on a precious handmade carpet, the two delicate bodies were tightly entangled together, and the seductive seductive singing sounded, which soon dissipated in the sea breeze.

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Tel Aviv, a pale Arab is walking on a remote and quiet grove path. In this city of 3.8 million people, the vast majority are Jewish, with more than 300,000 other descendants, of which only more than 100,000 are Arabs.

In recent years, especially in the 1990s, the terrorist and violent attacks by Palestinian and Arab world radical organizations against Tel Aviv have intensified, which has allowed the city's managers to limit the number of non-Jewish populations.

However, the population level of a big city can never be easily changed and solved by managers. In Tel Aviv, there are still tens of thousands of unregistered foreigners working here, of which Arabs account for a considerable proportion.

When the Arab passed by on the grove path met several older Israelis, he felt the vigilant eyes of the other party, as if he was a terrorist who was about to launch a terrorist attack.

If he is really an Arab, he may be angry and accustomed to it, but in fact, this pale Arab is a member of the second team of the Meteor Commando. His internal code name is 'Eyes'. It can be seen from the literal understanding that this person must have something special in his eyes. Long, the specialty of the eyes is that they are good at observing and remembering surnames very well. As long as you pass through the general place, you can tell the surrounding environment.

At this time, after the son of Baburu, the exterminated tribal chief, used his secret makeup, his eyes became a black worker who fled from Iraq to Tel Aviv to escape the war, that is, a worker who was not registered and at the official level.

Today is the weekend, pseudonym Ali's eyes, wandering in the southern coastal area of Tel Aviv. Here, near the Eastern Mediterranean Sea, is a place where Tel Aviv citizens and even other places come to visit the weekend during the holiday period, swimming and surfing, and the beach is full of playful families.

About three kilometers away from the seaside in the coastal area, there is a gray building near the mouth of the Yacon River, which is faintly visible in the shaded trees.

The gray building has only three floors, but it covers a very large area. In this rapidly expanding city, the value of such a piece of land is amazing even if it is in the suburbs. But no one has ever thought of fighting here, because this is the headquarters of Mossad, the place where Israelis once respected the most respected heroes.

Leaning against a large tree trunk on the roadside, the 'eyes' bit a leaf that had just been picked, and looked around with scattered and aimlessly, as if it were a child who had no money to go to the amusement park and could only feast his eyes from afar. Pedestrians passing by either ignored him, disdained him, or showed a little sympathy, but no one came up to talk to him to comfort the 'poor man'.

Half an hour later, under the original big tree, the Arab poor man had long disappeared, and no one would remember him.

In a beachfront hotel in Batjam, a satellite city in the south of Tel Aviv, two East Asians are staying in a room plotting something.

Two days later, the second day of the Jasmine Revolution in Tunisia, a group of Arab workers drove a dilapidated truck on a street in the coastal area of Tel Aviv under the name of a construction company. When passing a street crossing, a red light lit up at the intersection. The shabby truck, which should have stopped, suddenly accelerated and rushed into the street on the left side and on the right. Several Arab workers sitting on the truck took out a few AK assault rifles from their feet and pulled the trigger on a newly started black car on the roadside.

"Dada..." In the frightened eyes of dozens of car drivers and hundreds of pedestrians, a rocket was also fired from a rocket launcher in the hand of an Arab worker on the truck and flew straight to the black bulletproof car.

"Ban!" The huge explosion and shock wave of the rocket directly overturned the bullet-proof car, which claimed to be able to defend against rocket attacks, at a distance of only a dozen meters away. This group of 'arrogant' Arab workers drove the truck reluctantly and rushed towards the rolling car. A highly penetrating bullet was fired on the car, splashing sparks.

"Ah..." At this time, the crowd stunned by this sudden scene suddenly let out a neat scream, and the frightened crowd and cars fled crazily regardless of the safety of others. Many of them will not forget that many attacks that broke out in Tel Aviv had caused the death of many innocent citizens. If they don't want to be one of them, they have to escape from here as soon as possible. As for whether those Arabs are terrorists and whether they are the heroes of an Israeli country in the car, do they have anything to do with these ordinary Israelis?

At this time, the safety of their own lives is the most important thing.

However, in these scattered crowds and traffic, not everyone is fleeing in all directions, and some people are rushing to the place where there was a crossfire, such as two police officers on duty on the street with small pistols calling the headquarters for support.

"Dad..." An Arab worker noticed that the two brave policemen turned the muzzle and shot one by one, and shot the two people who had not had time to avoid. The ordinary AK rifle with serious hetic bounced with the muzzle and killed two people with one point shot, which was absolutely not what ordinary bandits could do.

"Head, we still have 30 seconds left." After saying that, an Arab worker raised AK and fired two shots at a white car that seemed to be a bulletproof car. The car rushed straight to the sidewalk as if it were drunk and motionless.

"Is the target car an armored car? I think we have injured the target at most. It seems that we can only implement the third set of plans. Xiao Liu, you go." The Arab, who was called the 'head' by his men, whispered a few words and ordered a man carrying a rocket launcher beside him.

The man put down the rocket launcher and took out two cigarette box-sized boxes from his feet. Under the cover of his companions, he rushed to the black bulletproof car tilted to the ground. When he arrived at the edge of the bulletproof car exposed outside, he pressed the two black cigarette boxes in his hand on the gap in the closed door, when he held it in his hand. After opening, the two cigarette boxes were still stuck there.

He turned around and made an OK gesture to his companion, and he buried his head and rushed back to the truck. I don't know when there is a remote control on the top of my head in my hand. My sharp eyes seem to be able to see the panicked driver and the old man inside through the black bulletproof car glass. When the truck sped away more than ten meters away, he turned around and pressed the remote control button with a smile.

"Boom..." A series of dozens of kilograms of TNT exploded at the same time, and the black bulletproof car was immediately blown to pieces. A car's tire was rushed into the sky by a huge shock wave and chased the truck, almost hitting an Arab bandit with his neck.

This is a special new type of bomb that is more than ten times more powerful than C4.

(to be continued)