Just then, a fishing boat appeared in front of the armed ships.

That fishing boat may be less than a third of the armed ships.

"Mr. Risfal, the message from the previous ship was the messenger sent by Roaman, asking to come closer."

"Well, let him come over," Risfal said.

Risfal stood on the ship's deck and watched the fishing boat coming.

But the fishing boat did not slow down and still rammed towards Risfal.

"Well, he's going to hit our ship."

"Shoot, shoot fast, you must sink them."

"Our ship is so big ... shouldn't it be okay?" Where did Risfal understand, but he didn't have a tone.

"Mr. Risfal ... they must have explosives on board."

But at this time, the other fishing boat was too close, and the fishing boat was also installed with iron armor.

Although the firepower of the ship is not weak, but the gun is in the middle and long distance, and it is impossible to launch at a nearby fishing boat.

The loader gun on the ship was shot on the armor of the fishing boat, and it had no effect.

The fishing boat was deliberately calculated, and deceived Risfal to cross the security line.

"Mr. Risfal, get down."

Risfal's bodyguard slammed Risfal to the ground.

boom--

With a loud noise, the entire ship began to shake.

The hull was severely damaged.

The hull began to tilt.

Just then, more than a dozen fishing boats appeared around the ship.

Obviously, this is a trap that has been prepared for a long time.

The crew of the ship fell into the water.

Risfal also struggled on the sea.

People on the fishing boat started firing at the sea.

A rope buoy was lost in front of Risfal.

Risfal was then pulled to one of the fishing boats.

Risfal was left on the deck in less than twenty minutes.

He went from being a big boss to being a prisoner.

Risfal looked up and saw that his former partner, Loaman, stood in front of him.

There was a white man standing beside Roaman, apparently not a Somali pirate.

"Mr. Roaman, what do you think of my arrangement?"

"Very good, very good." Roaman cracked his mouth, exposing his mouth full of black teeth.

Although Roaman looks like a tribal native, he speaks fluent English.

Roamman looked at Risfal on the deck: "Mr Risfal, let's meet for the second time."

"Roman, do you know what you are doing?" Risfal was very angry.

"Of course I know, Mr. Risfal, I've been short of money recently, so I can only do this, I hope you can understand my difficulties." Roamman said proudly.

"How much do you want?" Risfal regretted it at the moment.

But he knew very well that if he didn't pay enough price this time, I'm afraid he couldn't get away.

Even, maybe he will die here this time.

"Not much, one billion dollars!"

"You can't get the money," Risfal grunted.

What pays attention in the shopping mall is to pay the price in situ, and the same applies to the ransom of the tied ticket.

If you respond directly to the request of the respondent, then the other party feels that they want less.

Then it will intensify the demand for money.

"I believe your family will agree." The white man standing next to Roaman said with his hands in his pockets.

"You are dreaming." Risfal closed his eyes.

...

"Clauer, are you sure that guy's family will pay? One billion dollars ... this is not a small sum."

"Of course, I'm pretty sure."

"He really has so much money?" For millions of dollars against Somali rebel leaders like Roaman, it is already a fortune.

One billion dollars, that's an unimaginable astronomical figure.

"Risfar is worth more than that," Krauer said.

"Far more than that number? Can we get more money?"

Clauer shook his head: "Although his value is much higher than this figure, he does not have so much cash, unless he sells his assets to realize it, it will take a long time."

"Then we can wait," Roamman said.

"No, you can't wait." Crower immediately and resolutely opposed: "He has such a large influence and has a very large force. He can even affect the government and cannot give him time to prepare. Once prepared, it will be very troublesome and kill him after taking the money. "

"Kill him? Can't you continue extortion?" Lo Aman said rather sadly.

"Continuing extortion? You think too much," Kraul sneered. "Even if you take the money, you have to hide."

"I'm not afraid. I have an army."

"Army? Has your army ever fought the U.S.?" Crower scorned the soil bun.

This is exactly a guy who doesn't know where to go.

Crower didn't want to reveal himself. Since this dumpling was so stupid, he couldn't let him survive afterwards.

Crower knows well if exposed.

Then there will be endless troubles.

Risfal's family would never give up.

Although Claus was a professional mercenary, Risfal's family would certainly employ a large number of killers and mercenaries.

That number is absolutely unimaginable, and Crower will spend the rest of his life hunted.

Crower was unwilling to face such a life, even if he had a great ability.

Loman was naive to think that he could do whatever he wanted with the army on his hands.

He didn't understand the horror of capitalists at all.

...

After the fishing boat docked, Risfal was towed ashore.

He was then thrown into a foul dungeon.

Risfal knew very well that this time he was more aggressive.

He was so confident that he thought he had enough force to protect himself even in Somalia.

Unexpectedly, Loman would prepare a trap waiting for him.

Just then the door of the dungeon opened again.

Roamman and Claus came in, and two others came in.

Hold the camera at Risfal.

Risfal understood their intentions immediately.

They wanted to take a picture of his abduction and give it to Lola.

This made Risfal very angry.

But his anger didn't help.

He can do nothing.

Kraul threw a piece of paper to Risfal and asked him to read it.

Risfal was certainly unwilling.

But then there was a punch and kick.

Risfal soon succumbed to compromise.

These people were very heavy at hand, curling up Risfal to the ground directly.

The shots they took were even more cruel and bloody.

"Mr. Risfal, look. If you cooperate with us honestly, you don't need to suffer."