When he came out, Long Xiaoqi also had a few friends. Marcas, the instructor of the Hunter School, was Long Xiaoqi's friend. Their friendship had nothing to do with Zhao Ying. Although Marcas has always regarded himself as a warrior on the Eastern Expedition and Western Front. He liked Long Xiaoqi and regarded Long Xiaoqi as a friend. It was not because of the genius general. It was definitely not wrong to become friends with Hunter.

Now Marcas has long stopped coaching at the Hunter School. Because of the choice of the camp, he left the Hunter School and re-entered the world of mercenaries. He established a mercenary group in Africa, and the members were basically old comrades-in-arms on the Western Front. With various relationships, he led the mercenary group to make great progress in Africa, known as the instructor.

"African King, this is 100 million US dollars." Marcas piled up a total of 100 million US dollars in cash in front of Leng Tao and said with a smile: "This is the prince's wish. He feels your wish. It is better to give timely help than to add icing on the cake, but those who add icing on the cake are more likely to give timely help. In this world, there must be something to gain, and it should be like this."

With 100 million US dollars in front of him, Leng Tao was overjoyed. It was not that he had never seen money, but that he had never seen 100 million US dollars at all. He felt that his choice was too correct, and he received the prince's feedback so quickly.

"Take me thanks to Your Highness the Prince, it's just the money..." Leng Tao looked at Marcas' face and smiled: "Which prince are you serving?"

"Don't bother who I serve, in short, we have common enemies now." Makas smiled slightly and said, "After completely defeating Prince Abdul, the prince will get what he wants, and you will also get what he wants. The money is for the King of Africa, but His Highness still needs a final blow!"

So much money did make Leng Tao feel excited, but he was very cautious.

"Mr. Instructor, if I remember correctly, you were an instructor at the Hunter School, and at the earliest it was the deployment of the genius general on the Eastern Expedition and the West Front. You are very familiar with Long Xiaoqi." Leng Tao stared at Marcas.

He is not a fool, he knows the way to survive, and he understands that there are traps everywhere in this world.

"I am a mercenary, I am a blood-sucking fly. Wherever there is fresh blood, it will fly." Marcas said lightly: "As long as someone gives me money, I can work for you today, and I can work for Long Xiaoqi tomorrow. Money, whoever gives me money, I will work for whom. This is the law of mercenary."

This is indeed the only rule for mercenaries. At any time, mercenaries are not loyal, and at any time, mercenaries are the most loyal. They are never loyal to people, and they are always loyal to money.

Leng Tao naturally understood this principle. Since he came to Africa and saw mercenaries of all sizes, he has loved and disliked these butchers on the battlefield. Today you have money and they work hard for you, but by tomorrow, their guns may be on your head. There are too many things like this, and mercenaries are like this kind of battlefield miscellaneous.

"To be on the safe side, His Highness needs to make Prince Abdul never turn over, so he needs someone to help him complete the final attack." Marcas smiled with his hands behind his back: "It's not for you to complete, but for you to complete the armed organizations that have attacked Prince Abdul invested."

"You can hire yourself, why do you need to find me?" Leng Tao narrowed his eyes and smiled at Marcas, "This will cause me trouble. I don't want to have so many troubles."

The pros and cons of Leng Tao in his analysis are obvious. If he passes through him, he will definitely cause trouble.

"Trouble? What trouble will be? Hahaha..." Marcas laughed and took out a cigar and bit it on his mouth, "You are the King of Africa, the King of Africa! Your Highness the Prince knows that you want to enter the Middle East, and he can open this door for you. In addition, Your Highness the Prince is more willing to cooperate with the King of Africa, because the King of Africa is the King of Africa, and the King of Kings will naturally cooperate with the King! Of course, if you think this will cause trouble for yourself, just pretend that I have not been here today. But the money is left behind, which is the beginning of friendship. Your Highness the Prince never treats anyone who helps him."

Leng Tao fell into silence, and he was analyzing the pros and cons of this. When he started adding fuel to the fire, he wanted to establish a relationship with the victorious prince and then successfully enter the Middle East. This was what he wanted to do at the beginning, and it would be a pity if he gave up at this time.

On one hand, there is a gate of the Middle East opened with the prince with 100 million US dollars; on the other hand, there are possible troubles. If you agree, friendship will naturally be established, and what you want to do will be achieved very smoothly. If you don’t agree, you may not have such an opportunity in the future.

"Sometimes cooperation needs to be tied up and set foot on the common warship." Makas lit a cigar and said to Leng Tao with a smile: "Prince Abdul is already finished. The future king must be His Highness. The African king, you can give what the prince wants; you can give what you want, and the olive branch has been thrown, how can you choose to choose it?"

"Yes!" Leng Tao nodded.

Hearing these two words, the smile on Marcas's face became even stronger: Long Xiaoqi was right, this African king was just a fool!

In fact, Leng Tao is really not a fool, just because he is too eager to open the door to the Middle East and reorganize the intelligence network on the Middle East. Long Xiaoqi knows him so well that he knows more clearly what he wants.

Everyone is difficult to deal with, but everyone is easy to deal with. As long as you know what the other party urgently needs, you can find a way. It's like giving gifts. Others don't lack money, but you just give money. Can people like it? Maybe what others are eager to want is just an out-of-print stamp collected by others.

"Business will start today, here are all targets of attack." Marcas threw down a piece of paper.

After taking the paper, Leng Tao frowned fiercely after seeing the target of attack.

"In your Chinese language, you can't jump over the wall. After doing it, Prince Abdul will never turn over." Makas exhaled a mouthful of smoke and stared at Leng Tao's eyes and said, "Your Highness the Prince never lets his partner take risks. All the African king has to do is assume the responsibility of the same warship. You have a way to hide yourself, right? Today you are the African king, and maybe you will become the Middle East king tomorrow!"

Marcas left with a smile, leaving Leng Tao with a thoughtful look on his face. He felt that all this was reasonable and there was nothing wrong with it. In fact, no matter who stood from Leng Tao's perspective, he would not think there was anything wrong with it.

"Boss, I think this is a bureau." The deputy reminded.

"Tell me why I set up this bureau for me?" Leng Tao stared at his deputy with extreme dissatisfaction and said, "What have we lost? You should retire, or you should return to China to retire. You can go to East China to assist Lei Xiao, and I have made arrangements for you."
Chapter completed!