"People have already gotten in the car, everyone is ready to ......" The black driver used Zulu, the largest national language in South Africa, he may think that the other party could not understand it before saying it in person, but Xu Qing can understand this language, and he is proficient.

Xu Qing's eyes swept over the corner of the black driver's collar, and found that this guy was carrying a miniature walkie-talkie under the collar, these people obviously had a premeditated plan to deal with themselves, but they didn't know what the purpose was?

The black driver drove so fast that he even forgot the least thing he had to do as a taxi driver and turned on the taximeter.

Xu Qing squinted and leaned on the back seat, as if enjoying the speed, he also held a sheathed knife in his hand and played carelessly, unaware that the car had driven into an empty underground parking lot.

Laugh at! The wheels rubbed against the ground and let out a piercing scream, and finally stopped, Xu Qing glanced at the surrounding environment and found that there were still two black Chevrolet sedans parked in the parking lot, and there were five sturdy black men squatting behind the cars, clear black suits, and black glittering pistols held in big black hands.

Black people, black clothes, black pistols, what the hell are these guys going to play? Xu Qing, who saw the form clearly, would not put these pistols in his eyes at all, but if he wanted to find out the purpose of the other party, he had to pretend to be a dwarf first.

"What are you going to do here? Doesn't look like this is the Wayne Hotel? Xu Qing picked up the suitcase in his hand and pretended to look at the black driver in fear.

The black driver suddenly turned around, with an extra black pistol in his hand, and the muzzle of the gun was aimed at Xu Qing's head: "Get out of the car, otherwise I don't mind spending some time washing the car." ”

The implication is that if the other party doesn't get out of the car, he will shoot the head with one shot, and he is indeed a ruthless person. Xu Qing was obviously frightened, so he opened the door and got out of the car, and at this time, the five black men hiding behind the Chevrolet also came over with guns, and their muzzles were not pointed at this side, because one gun was enough.

The black driver got out of the car with a gun and sneered, and the black man's facial expression was not obvious when he laughed, but his lips moved from his slightly exposed white teeth.

Xu Qing held the suitcase to his chest with one hand, and held the knife less than two inches in the other, and said in a trembling voice: "Who sent you here, what do you want to do?" His voice was not pretended at all, because it was too hard to hold back a smile, and it was natural to say that tone.

The black driver smiled coldly and said, "Mr. Gambling King, you shouldn't have helped Chaku Moben's executioner, General Zumo was very unhappy, so I only invited you to meet an old man whom Westerners admire the most." ”

"Who is General Zumer? I don't know him at all, and if you want money, I have a lot of money here, five million dollars here, and I can give you more, fifty million, even fifty million! Xu Qing also wanted to inquire about more useful news, so he patted the surface of the suitcase vigorously, making two fluffy sounds, which was enough to prove that there were goods inside.

Two lights flashed in the eyes of the black driver, and the five black gunmen on the side could understand English, five million, fifty million, five hundred million? What a fortune that must be! In their impoverished hometown, the money could have lived a life of God-King luxury, and the wealth was touching, and the saying was always valid.