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With the collapse of Gaddafi's palace, the Kaiseron Palace became a ruin in the flames of war and smoke.

The soldiers who hadn't left ran even faster. At this moment, not to mention the bullshit king, even their parents and mothers could not stop them from running for their lives.

After half a quarter of an hour, the dust settled.

"Your Majesty, please use your little brain and think of a solution, okay?"

Chen Mu said kindly, "Actually, it's not just US dollars. Diamonds, gold, antiques are all fine."

Gaddafi's lips and teeth trembled, sweat poured down his forehead, and the palpitations caused by his rapid heart rate made him hold back a word for a long time.

Almost died of fright.

'Gulu' swallowed hard, and Gaddafi crawled towards Chen Mu with his knees scraping the ground, and said with fear and fear: "The gold reserves are in the national treasury. Give me half a day, no, two hours, and I can donate twenty tons." As for antique oil paintings..."

Gaddafi pointed to the destroyed palace with trepidation.

It used to be there, but now it's gone.

Not only the baby, but also the princess...is gone.

But as long as you save your life, everything is not a problem. Money is never the most important thing. As long as the country is still there and the oil fields are still there, a little money is not worth mentioning at all.

How much is 20 tons of gold worth?Not even a billion dollars, right?

Although he is the king of a small country, his net worth is almost 12 figures. If his personal account hadn't been sanctioned, it wouldn't be a problem to throw 100 billion for his life.

"Ahem..." Chen Mu coughed dryly, pretending not to think too much.

Twenty tons of gold is not bad as a bonus for this shot, but how to transport it away is a problem. We can't arrange agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. to act as transporters, right?

Hydra is okay, but the encrypted mobile phone given before is a single-line call, and it will be impossible to contact for a while.

"Gaddafi, do you have a private jet?"

Chen Mu finally chose to let Gaddafi continue to atone.

Kill his subordinates, destroy his palace, and then ask him to send money, not only money, but also door-to-door delivery.

To be honest, Chen Mu felt that it was a bit too much, but he had no other choice.

As soon as the words came out, Gaddafi immediately understood and said with a flattering smile: "Of course, you only need to provide an address, and I will have everything ready right away."

What a sweet old dog.

"Haha, my friend, what are you doing kneeling, why don't you get up quickly, it's so cold on the ground."

Chen Mu laughed, and stepped forward to help Gaddafi up.

"Uh..."

The corner of Gaddafi's mouth twitched, and then his wrinkled old face suddenly bloomed: "Haha, I feel extremely honored to be a friend of God."

"Haha, I am also very happy to have a generous believer like you!"

Standing in front of the ruined wall, the two confided their hearts and laughed loudly. Against the backdrop of the corpses all over the ground, they looked like two evil devils.

In the final analysis, whether Gaddafi is dead or alive has nothing to do with Chen Mu.

His mission was to steal information, and it was normal for him to suffer casualties in self-defense if he was attacked during the mission.

Even without the [-] tons of gold, Chen Mu didn't intend to kill Gaddafi. After all, not only did he receive financial incentives, but the malicious value provided by the king of a country was also very considerable.

A full 2W, another step closer to the [-] mark.

The palace was already in ruins. After Gaddafi finished making the phone call and arranged the matter of gold, Chen Mu patted Gaddafi on the shoulder with a smile and said, "By the way, I still have something to ask for your help." .Where is the personal computer you used to store all kinds of criminal evidence and bad things? I need to fork some data."

Personal matters were properly arranged, and Chen Mu went to work.

"What are you referring to? There is no such thing as criminal evidence, and I have never..." Gaddafi's heart skipped a beat, but his old face showed a trace of doubt very naturally.

"As a friend, you shouldn't lie to me."

'Crack' Chen Mu stretched out his hand without changing his smile, and twisted Gaddafi's arm into a 90° fold.

"Ah!!" Gaddafi suddenly screamed.

"I really don't know what the evidence is!!"

'Kacha' the other arm was twisted into a Z shape by Chen Mu.

"Gaddafi, my patience is limited."

Chen Mu restrained his smile, and said coldly, "I'll give you one last chance to tell the truth, if you lie again, your legs will be chopped off."

After speaking, he waved to the well-recovered confinement, and the latter immediately strode forward with a three-meter broadsword 'clang clang clang'.

Confinement expressionless, with a terrifying oppressive force, raised the long knife high, and gestured back and forth on Gaddafi's thigh twice to find the trajectory of the knife

"I said, I said, in the basement..." Gaddafi looked at the machete attached to his waist with fear.

The devil in front of him is moody, has no integrity at all, and continues to speak hard. Gaddafi is worried that he will be crippled by a knife. This is not the end, and there will definitely be more torture in the future.

Thinking of this, Gaddafi's heart was chilled, and he said that he was comfortable.

"That's right, good friends shouldn't keep secrets." Chen Mu's face was thawed, and he patted Gaddafi's shoulder happily.

He released two healing spells casually, healing Gaddafi's arm.

There is no way to heal the fracture, but the pain is relieved.

"Yes, yes..." Gaddafi nodded repeatedly, not daring to have any more thoughts.

He was already frightened by Chen Mu's messy abilities. Such a monster might be able to read minds.

Then things went very smoothly. Chen Mu successfully copied all Gaddafi's secrets to the USB flash drive, and the task was perfectly completed.

The time is now 3:40 pm, and it only took 4 hours from getting off the plane to completing the task.

"Gaddafi, although I am very sad, but parting always comes so suddenly. Don't worry, I will come back to visit you again when I have the chance." After Chen Mu confirmed that the gold was in place, he hugged and said goodbye to his new friend .

Facing a generous friend, Chen Mu has never been stingy with his friendship.

"You are welcome to visit me at any time." Gaddafi smiled reluctantly.

The palace was destroyed, his subordinates were killed, the secret was exposed, and Gaddafi's heart was bleeding.

I just hope to send this devil away as soon as possible, and staying with it for a second is a kind of torture.

From the beginning of the battle to the fall of the dust, everything happened too quickly. Gaddafi hesitated for a long time, and finally gave up asking for help.

First of all, there was too little time. Ordinary soldiers and conventional guns had no effect except to provoke conflicts and make his death worse.

And judging from the current situation, Chen Mu's needs have all been met, and there is no reason to kill, so the probability of surviving is very high. Taking into account, Gaddafi thinks that a gamble of luck may still have a chance .

Tough, definitely not tough.

If you ask for money, give money, if you want information, give information. As long as the person is still there, there is still room for redemption. If he dies, everything is for naught.