Rebirth of the rich second generation of the fighting nation 19. The Philippine Warlord (for the sake of the old buddy, the helmsman loves to read bookworms, Ming Yin 123
19. The Philippine Warlord (for the sake of the old buddy, the helmsman loves to read bookworms, Ming Yin 123
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Boris, who was sitting opposite him, seemed to notice Vladimir's shiver. He couldn't help but smile and said: "Master, did you see something that made your hair stand on end?"
Vladimir did not deny it: "Yes, I saw that Labose was actually a murderer. Have you ever dealt with him, Boris?"
Boris has dealt with Labosse, and he has also witnessed the brutal behavior of Labosse's soldiers. It is conceivable that his soldiers are called "devils", and Labosse is naturally the king of ghosts.
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"I have dealt with him, but I don't think it is as exaggerated as the information shows, but it gives people a cold feeling, which is true." Boris smiled lightly, with a very relaxed expression on his face.
The information was collected by Andre, but he had never been to the Philippines. More information was provided by the Internet or people around the big boss. He remembered that at least several people had told him about Labosai.
These guys can't lie about their brutal behavior.
After hearing what Boris said, Vladimir was originally prepared to express doubts about the information, but when he looked at Andrei out of the corner of his eye, he temporarily gave up his doubts.
Boris is also a person with a certain amount of power. Naturally, even if Labose is a murderous demon king, he will not do it in front of Boris; but the bodyguards under Boris are very likely to have witnessed it.
These brutal processes.
However, during this trip to the Philippines, it seems that they still have to be wary of Labosai. If it is really what the information says, then they still have to be careful.
"Master, our task is not easy this time." After Boris saw Andre take away the information, he began to try to talk to Vladimir.
Vladimir took a sip of coffee and said, "What did my father tell you? Boris."
"Actually, the boss is still worried that you are young, energetic and impulsive, so he asked me to remind you as much as possible."
After listening to Boris's words, Vladimir felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. Why did his father train him as the future heir of the family, but often had some scruples at critical moments?
"I prefer to be hot-blooded and impulsive. You should remind me more when the time comes, haha..." After saying this, Vladimir turned his eyes to the blue sky and white clouds outside the window and looked at it.
When Boris saw that he seemed to have no intention of continuing the conversation, he had no choice but to give up with a look on his face.
The country of Niyar does not fall on the same longitude line as the sun, so there is not much time difference between the two countries. After five hours of air flight, the Bombardier plane landed in a place controlled by rebel forces.
Airport.
As the plane was taxiing slowly, Vladimir couldn't help but look out the window. He saw several old planes parked on the tarmac not far away, as well as MiG series fighter jets and Antenov's small
Transport aircraft.
There are several armored vehicles and anti-aircraft guns next to the tarmac, apparently used to protect the airport from attack.
This kind of equipment is undoubtedly shabby and backward, but it is already considered good equipment in the Philippines.
Although Boris is in charge of this negotiation, he, Vladimir, is the future heir of the Ivan family after all, so Boris did not dare to underestimate him and took the initiative to give up seat C when he was about to leave the cabin.
After getting off the plane, a group of dark-skinned soldiers wearing various camouflage patterns but uniformly wearing green berets on their heads were lining up, seemingly welcoming their arrival.
The leader was a pot-bellied guy. This guy was different from other black soldiers. He was wearing a green regular military uniform and a pair of sunglasses. He was very dignified. He should be General Labose.
Behind this pot-bellied guy stood a young man in casual clothes, who seemed to be his son.
However, Boris reminded in a low voice: "Master, that is General Bemra, the younger brother of General Labose, and behind him is Brigadier General Jabom, the fifth son of Labose."
Seeing the guests walking down the passenger elevator, Bemla walked towards them with heavy steps like a heavy elephant.
After some simple greetings, Bemla unexpectedly waved his hand and asked his men to bring several large boxes of arms.
Vladimir was quite confused when he saw this saucy move.
"This is etiquette, trust, and the best way to save our lives when there is danger." Boris told him again.
In an instant, he realized that these weapons were prepared for the bodyguards they brought with them.
The bodyguards unceremoniously loaded these large boxes of arms into the car.
"Let's take a rest first, okay?" Bemla couldn't help but ask, looking at the childish-looking Vladimir.
"We have already rested. If it is convenient for the general, we can have a chat first."
Bemra smiled and made a gesture of invitation, and then the motorcade drove straight to the palace of Labosai.
The country of Niyar is poor, but the warlords are not poor at all. Especially the villa in Labosse, which is built like a royal palace. If this ghost place is not a little remote, Vladimir feels this
This guy will definitely build his villa like the headquarters center of those superpowers.
As soon as the motorcade arrived at the entrance of the palace, before Vladimir had time to get out of the car, he heard the roar of cars coming from far away.
As a second-generation rich man who owns many luxury cars, Vladimir can be said to be quite familiar with the world's most prestigious luxury cars. Listening to the explosive roar, he concluded that this car should
It's Aston Martin.
Sure enough, a green Aston Martin sports car soon stopped at the entrance of the palace.
Soon, a bald man who looked younger than Jiabom, about 20 years old, tall, dark-skinned, and with a large gold necklace hanging around his neck walked out of the cab.
"Bemra, are the guests here?" This guy looked at Vladimir and the others with disdain.
"Come here, General Russell. Vladimir, let me introduce to you, my brother's son, General Russell, the successor of the future president." Even though Bemra is also a general, in front of his nephew, he is
He was quite respectful, and it was obvious that he was still a little wary of his nephew.
Compared with Bemra's indifferent attitude towards Jabbom, it is obvious that he treats Russell with great respect.
Russell looked at Vladimir and snorted, "The president has something to do today. I am here as a plenipotentiary to meet with our supporters today."
Russell is a cunning guy, even more cunning than his father La Bosai. Previously, La Bosai called him a "partner" when dealing with Maxim and other collaborators. However, now
Russell's words turned into "supporters".
Changes in title also directly reflect changes in status.
Vladimir naturally saw through Russell's little thoughts, "Rosell, I hope our cooperation can be successful this time."
Russell smiled slightly, the scar on his face distorted his facial features, and coupled with his rough and arrogant image, the whole person looked like a monster.
The smile on Russell's face was short-lived. When his smile disappeared, he instantly revealed a ferocious look. At the same time, he quickly took out his pistol and pointed it directly at Vladimir's head, "Hey