Just then, a fishing boat appeared in front of the ship.
It wasn't even a third of the size of the ship.
"Mr. Risfar, the ship in front sent a message. It's a messenger sent by Roaman. He's requesting to come closer."
"Okay," Risfar said. "Let him come closer."
Risfar stood on the deck of the ship and watched the fishing boat come over.
But it didn't slow down. It still charged at Risfar.
"Oh no, he's going to hit our ship."
"Shoot, shoot. We have to sink them."
"Our ship is so big … It should be fine, right?" Risfar didn't understand, but he didn't sound confident either.
"Mr. Risfar … They must have explosives on the ship."
But at this time, the fishing boat was too close, and the fishing boat was equipped with iron armor.
The ship's firepower wasn't weak, but its cannons had medium to long range. It couldn't fire at the nearby fishing boat.
The machine gun on the ship fired at the fishing boat's armor, but it didn't have any effect.
The fishing boat had been scheming. It had tricked Risfar into crossing the safety line.
"Mr. Risfar, get down."
Risfar's bodyguard suddenly pressed him to the ground.
Boom!
With a loud bang, the entire ship began to shake.
The hull was severely damaged.
It started tilting.
Just then, a dozen fishing boats appeared around the ship.
It was obvious that this was a trap that had been prepared beforehand.
The crew on the ship fell into the water.
Risfar also struggled on the surface.
The people on the fishing boats started shooting at the sea.
A lifebuoy with a rope was thrown in front of Risfar.
Then, he was pulled onto one of the boats.
Less than 20 minutes later, he was thrown onto the deck.
He went from a big boss to a prisoner.
Risfar looked up and saw his former partner, Roaman, standing before him.
Beside Roaman stood a white man. He clearly wasn't a Somali pirate.
"Mr. Roaman, what do you think of my plan?"
"Good, very good." Roaman grinned, revealing a mouth full of black teeth.
Although Luo Aman was dressed like a tribesman, he spoke fluent English.
Luo Aman looked at Risfar on the deck. "Mr. Risfar, this is the second time we've met, right?"
"Roaman, do you know what you're doing?" Risfar was furious.
"Of course I know, Mr. Risfar. I'm short of money recently, so I can only do this. I hope you can understand my difficulties," Luo Aman said proudly.
"How much do you want?" Risfar regretted it at the moment.
However, he knew very well that if he didn't pay the price this time, he wouldn't be able to escape.
In fact, he might even die here this time.
"Not much, just one billion USD!"
"You won't get the money," Risfar snorted.
In the business world, asking for a sky-high price was important, and the same applied to kidnapping and ransom.
If he directly agreed to the other party's request, then the other party would feel that he wanted too little.
Then, he would ask for more money.
"I believe your family will agree," the white man standing next to Luo Aman said with his hands in his pockets.
"You're dreaming." Risfar closed his eyes.
…
"Krall, are you sure that guy's family will pay? One billion USD … That's not a small amount. "
"Of course, I'm very sure."
"Does he really have that much money?" For a Somali rebel leader like Luo Aman, a few million USD was already a windfall for them.
One billion USD was an unimaginably astronomical number.
"Risfar's worth is much more than that," Krall said.
"Much more than that? Then can we get more money? "
Krall shook his head. "Although his worth is much more than that, he doesn't have that much cash unless he sells his assets. That will take a long time."
"Then we can wait," Luo Aman said.
"No, we can't wait," Krall immediately objected firmly. Krall immediately objected, "People like him are too influential and powerful. He can even influence the government. We can't give his forces time to prepare. Once they're ready, it will be very troublesome. After taking the money, we'll kill him."
"Kill him? Can't we keep extorting him? "Luo Aman said with pity.
"Keep extorting? You're thinking too much. "Krall sneered." Even you have to hide after taking the money. "
"I'm not afraid. I have an army."
"Army? Can your army defeat the Americans? "Krall looked at the bumpkin in disdain.
This guy didn't know when to stop.
Krall didn't want to expose himself. Since the bumpkin was so stupid, he couldn't let him live.
Krall knew very well that if he was exposed …
Then there would be endless trouble.
Risfar's family wouldn't just let him go.
Although Krall was a professional mercenary, Risfar's family would definitely hire many killers and mercenaries.
The number would be unimaginable. Krall would be hunted for the rest of his life.
No matter how capable Krall was, he didn't want to face such a life.
Luo Aman was naive enough to think that he could do whatever he wanted with an army.
He didn't understand how terrifying capitalists were.
…
After the fishing boat docked, Risfar was dragged ashore.
Then, he was thrown into a smelly dungeon.
Risfar knew very well that he wouldn't be able to survive this time.
He was too confident. He thought that with enough force, he could protect himself even in Somalia.
He didn't expect that Luo Aman would prepare a trap for him.
Just then, the door to the dungeon opened again.
Luo Aman and Krall walked in. Two other people came with them.
They aimed their cameras at Risfar.
Risfar immediately understood their intention.
They wanted to film him being kidnapped and send it to Lola.
This made Risfar very angry.
But his anger was of no use.
He couldn't do anything.
Krall threw a piece of paper to Risfar and asked him to read it.
Risfar was obviously unwilling.
But then, there was a series of punches and kicks.
Risfar quickly gave in and compromised.
These people were very heavy-handed. They beat Risfar until he curled up on the ground.
The footage they filmed was even more cruel and bloody.
"Mr. Risfar, look. If you cooperate with us obediently, you won't have to suffer like this."
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