World's No. 1 Resort

Chapter 176 Extra Story 03

"Mr. Alang, this is the illegal account of Parilla. The Parilla Group was wiped out by the South African military at three o'clock in the morning." Half a year after the end of the global conference, in a low-rise bungalow in Mozambique, South Africa, an indigenous guy cautiously opened his mouth.

The bungalow is simply displayed. Apart from a steel wire bed and a simple wooden table, the rest is a concrete open space. At this time, a Chinese man in his twenties was lying on the wire bed. Next to the man was a large yellow dog with smooth fur.

The native boy stood opposite the man, and behind him were five European and American men with fleshy tendons.

The boy's name is Biller.

Parila is a well-known water pirate in Somalia. He is fierce and decisive, has good relations with surrounding governments, and is a well-known local snake in the Red Sea of ​​Somalia. Parilla was the uncrowned king of the water. Biller couldn't understand how such a cruel leader could be caught just like that?

There was a lot of discussion outside about Parilla's arrest. Some said he had offended the EU forces, while others said it was the local government. Everyone had different opinions, but Biller knew that it was not them who offended Parilla, but the Chinese man in front of him.

The Chinese man has a head of 1.9 meters, a small scar on his right cheek, three-dimensional facial features, and a hormonal aura as a whole. This is the third time Biller has seen a man, whom others call him Mr. Alang.

A weird name.

When Biller finished speaking, the whole bungalow became tense.

"Did Naerza command the arrest?" In the silence, the man asked.

"Yes. Narza will be there in person." Biller answered quickly.

Narza is the supreme commander of the South African military coalition.

"I know, this is your reward." Alang nodded, took out a stack of US dollars from the bedside and threw it over.

Biller visually estimated that this should be about five thousand US dollars.

"Mr. Alang...thank you!" Biller wanted to refuse, but after thinking about it, he accepted. He is a small character, so he should just do his job well.

Alang waved his hand.

Biller and the European and American big men left, and half a minute later, A Lang and the big yellow dog were left alone in the room.

"Ouch——" Alang flipped through the account book for a while, and Dahuang let out a moan.

"The Parilla matter is settled. Now it's time to wrap up..." A Lang casually rolled his hands twice. After three years of development, he has been officially promoted to senior captain. With the improvement of his ability, Alang's ambition is getting bigger and bigger.

Somalia has been in war all year round. The world's best captains, ships, and crews gather here, and it also has the most dangerous sailing environment. 80% of Solari's black market is controlled by Parrilla, who has been in business for decades and has many minions.

Alang is ambitious and skillful. The moment he came to Somalia, he was attracted by the sea. Not having your own sailing market is failing you as a world-class skipper.

In this way, Alang and Parila struggled for a year, and finally with the help of the South African military alliance, Parila's lair was taken away. Among them, the help of Phil company is indispensable. Now that Parila has fallen, with the help of Phil, the Tang fleet led by Alang has become the uncrowned king of Somalia.