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Look at three brand new buggies.

They didn't act rashly.

Just point the gun at it.

Be on the alert.

This kind of car is not driven by ordinary people, and they can't afford it, and there is an unwritten rule on this territory, even if it is a road block, don't charge this kind of big black off-road vehicle.

Because this is the standard for mercenaries.

Although they are not afraid.

But there's no need to mess with these outlaws.

More than a dozen Africans rushed out.

Braving the torrential rain.

Blocked in front of the level.

It is said that it is a level, that is, an iron tripod, not to mention, this kind of guardrail welded with building steel pipes is very practical, the material is easy to obtain, the welding is convenient, and the protective effect is not said.

Triangular guardrail design.

The average car crashes into it, an absolute pill.

"Get out of the car. ”

A leading African shouted into the car.

"Click. ”

The passenger door opens.

A big black man in a black suit walked out with an umbrella.

See this outfit.

And that tall figure, they are a little inferior, in Africa, due to malnutrition, the people here and those black people in the United States are not much different in size, generally thinner, and short.

The person in front of you.

Close to two meters.

Definitely super big.

"Who are you, what are you doing here?" asked the leading African, nervously.

"I have made an appointment with your tribal patriarch Belif, if you have something to discuss, you can call to confirm, and show us the way later. The warrior said indifferently.

Over here.

It was the tribe where the first pickup truck that followed the convoy was located.

Belif is the patriarch here, in order not to fight the fire after the incident, the Black Prison has always solved the problem of the distribution of interests in the mine in advance, and will start to solve the forces that want to fight the autumn wind along the way.

The solution is also very simple.

A fish is released.

People who want to fish naturally come.

After getting a few powerful fishermen, the rest of the people naturally didn't dare to jump out again, and called Belif before, who had a very arrogant attitude, and even wanted to share the benefits of the mine, and asked the black prison to send someone if they wanted to talk.

Thereupon.

They're coming.

As for the time.

Then it's not Belif who has the final say, this matter can actually be coordinated with Sadok, but Sadok is trying to use his influence to negotiate terms with the Black Prison, and it is useful to find him, but it is not big.

This kind of thing.

It's still up to the black prison to solve it on its own.

Let Sadok know.

Without you.

We can still get things done, we just want to save some trouble when we come to you, and this involves another plan for Sadok, so this time, the Black Prison will do it himself.

You have to do it beautifully.

"It's so late, why don't you come tomorrow?" said the leading African, who had not received any message that someone was coming, and it was still late at night, so it was not right to look at it.

"It was Patriarch Belif who told us to hurry up, so we have to come now. The warrior said.

"That... Well, you wait. Although the leading African was puzzled, he saw that the tone was really from the patriarch, so he said to the person next to him: "You look first, I'll call." ”

After speaking.

He trotted into the house.

Satellite phone he didn't have.

Phones don't have it here either.

However, the penetration rate of wired telephones in the village is not low, which is far away from the main road, and the base station on the side of the road cannot be covered at all.

It's just not coming until next month.

。。。

Within the tribe.

Bellive, who had just fallen asleep, was woken up by the sound of the phone.

There was a great fire in my heart.

During the day, he was called by a self-proclaimed black jailer, saying that he was going to release the 'sheep' and that he would not make up his mind along the way in the future, and the other party did not really pull out a dime, but gave a fixed amount, 100,000 US dollars a year.

Beliff listened.

One hundred thousand dollars.

How could he be satisfied, he wanted more, these people are mining in their own country and making a lot of money, although they are not in their own territory, but since they are passing by, how can there be a reason not to share a piece of the pie.

Open your eyes.

When he saw the number, Belif picked up the phone and scolded bitterly: "What's the matter, don't you know it's night? If there is no reason to satisfy me, you will be on the night shift for the next month." ”

It's all a tribe.

Belif is not at the point of killing people at every turn, and he is not a warlord, so that those who guard the door work night every day is already a light punishment, and Africans are also afraid of the dark.

"Patriarch Belif, someone has come to us to look for you, saying that you called him, and what do they call themselves... Black Prison, yes, that's the name. The leader said nervously.

"What am I... Wait, you mean the people in the Black Jail. When Belif heard the Black Prison, his sleepiness disappeared. Turned to anger, he said that he wanted the Black Prison to send someone, but it was not a big night, it was still late at night.

Belif said angrily, "You told them to wait until daytime. ”

After speaking.

Beliff hung up with a thud.

Listen to the beep.

The leader of the level was taken aback, and it seemed that this night shift was scheduled.

Putting down the phone, he walked out of the house and said loudly to the warriors: "Patriarch Belif said that you should wait until dawn, and I will say, it's so late, how can Patriarch Belif meet outsiders." ”

Fortunately, knowing that this group of people was not easy to mess with, he didn't scold, just made a few complaints.

Hear this.

The warrior just snorted.

Back in the car.

More than a dozen African guards didn't go back, just staring at the three cars, thinking that they would see the dawn, and they were depressed, and they complained a long time ago, but they didn't dare to say it clearly.

Night.

Wind.

Rain.

The sound is in your ears.

It was just that behind this huge noise, a flash of silver flashed in the distant sky, and it slowly hovered above the tribe, the bottom opened, and the next moment, a flash of fire flashed across the night sky.

Then came a roar from one of the tribe's buildings louder than thunder.

Soaring firelight.

There was also a tremor like a magnitude 5 earthquake.

Woke up the whole tribe.

Checkpoint.

Although the distance was limited, the fire from the huge explosion forced its way through the rain curtain and appeared in their eyes, and they knew what direction it was, it was the tribe's ammunition depot.

"What's wrong?"

Belif was awakened by the man-made earthquake.

Listening to the sound of firecrackers in his ears, Bellive's face changed suddenly, of course he knew what it was, although the rain was loud, it could not hide the unique sound of the bomb.

Beliff put on his clothes.

Rushed out.

See the sky-high fire.

His expression was stunned.

At this time.

One of his men rushed in.

Hurriedly said: "Oh no, Patriarch Belliv, our ammunition depot exploded for unknown reasons, and the losses are unknown, but looking at it like that, it is estimated that there is nothing left." ”