Liu Ziguang took the heavy shotgun and played with it, this gun should not be a mass-produced type, the walnut butt is shiny, the metal parts are engraved with patterns, and the gun body is slender and beautiful.

Shotgun bullets and shotgun bullets are the same, according to the number to distinguish the caliber, the common is twelve, that is to say, a pound of pure lead is divided into twelve parts is the weight of the bullet, the tenth hunting bullet is about forty-five grams of weight, and the bullet of ordinary rifle bullets is only about ten grams, it can be seen that this gun is powerful, it is not an exaggeration to say that it can knock down an elephant.

But Liu Ziguang just played with it and returned it to George. "This gun is every man's dream, but for me, it's not the goal to bring down the elephant, I'm going to deal with something far more dangerous than the animals," said Wood. ”

Mr. Wood held up a finger in understanding, put the double-barreled shotgun back in the cabinet, took out another Remington five-company twelve-gauge shotgun, and said, "Young man, I know you have requirements for fire continuity, and this American should satisfy you, and if you want that Kalashnikov automatic rifle that can be connected, I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you." ”

Liu Ziguang took Remington and checked the chamber and bolt of the gun, the gun was well maintained, the smoothbore was clean, the mechanism was reliable, and more importantly, the twelve-gauge bullet used in this gun was easy to replenish and could be bought everywhere.

"So, how much should I pay you?" Liu Ziguang asked.

Mr. Wood waved his hand: "No, I'm just lending it to you, but you'll have to pay for the bullets, I have a box here, twenty-five shotguns, you can give me 20,000 CFA francs." ”

The price is very fair, the synthesis * RMB is only about 200 yuan, Liu Ziguang paid the money happily, said goodbye to Mr. Wood, and returned to his room, the hotel's diesel motor was unable to maintain so many air conditioners running, the air conditioning had been stopped, and when the windows were opened, the sea breeze was blowing, and it was cool, and the first night in West Africa was spent like this.

Early the next morning, Liu Ziguang changed into new khaki pants and shirts, climbed into jungle boots, and came to the door of the hotel with a shotgun on his back. ”

As he spoke, he beckoned a black child in a doorman's uniform, who was about thirteen or fourteen years old, with a pair of big eyes blinking very cutely, and said in English, "Good morning, sir." ”

"His name is Arthur, he is from the Caye tribe, and the Great Lakes region you are going to happens to be inhabited by the Caye people, and I think it will be of great use to take Arthur with him." The manager said so.

"Thank you very much." Liu Ziguang shook hands with the manager and asked, "By the way, what kind of clan are you?" ”

"I'm from the Wendu clan, but is there a difference?" The manager smiled kindly, and the small golden key shone brightly on the collar of the elaborate suit, for this kind of senior white-collar manager, who has become very Westernized, there is really no difference in what ethnicity, in fact, they are equivalent to another ethnic group living in San Juan.

Liu Ziguang drove the Land Rover to the streets of San Juan, this inline five-cylinder diesel-powered Land Rover off-road vehicle is surging and powerful, and although there is no comfortable feeling to sit on it, there is a kind of pride and ambition to dominate the world.

The black child Arthur was excited, jumping and jumping in the passenger seat, grinning his teeth, pointing to the direction of the road from time to time, guiding Liu Ziguang forward, San Juan was quite peaceful during the day, except for the soldiers patrolling the streets, there was nothing unusual.

Liu Ziguang came to a food store, which sells rice flour, all kinds of vegetables, canned food, meat, and of course, a large number of tropical fruits, is the largest food store in San Juan, the owner is Wendu, can speak simple Portuguese, after communication, I learned that the Chinese medical team does come to buy food every week, they will drive a pickup truck to arrive on Tuesday morning, buy a bunch of rice and white noodles and Chinese hot sauce, instant noodles back, but may not be able to come today, because of a rainstorm last night, The roads near Lake Carlos can be difficult to navigate.

"But it didn't rain last night, did you?" Liu Ziguang was puzzled.

"Sir, that's the climate in Africa." The boss said.

Liu Ziguang didn't want to wait any longer, because the map showed that Lake Carlos was only more than 200 kilometers away from San Juan, and if it was fast enough, it would take two hours to arrive, so he bought some water and food and drove to Lake Carlos.

Although it is the dry season in Africa, Western Sadamoa is close to the sea, the rain clouds brought by the Atlantic monsoon moisten the tropical jungle, the roads are lined with large dense forests and plantations, the red dirt roads are deep rut marks, off-road vehicles can not drive fast on such roads, the African sun hangs high overhead, and the sun burns people's skin.

Dozens of kilometers out, the road began to become difficult to walk, there were also dead corpses on both sides of the road, looking at the costumes should be government soldiers, the classic four-color camouflage uniforms were soaked in blood, the corpses were swollen, in the shape of giants, golden-headed flies were densely nailed to it, and the car passed, buzzing and flying, like a black fog.

The dirt road between the jungles was muddy, and if it weren't for the Land Rover's excellent off-road performance, it would have been stuck in the mud and was struggling to move forward, when suddenly there was a checkpoint in front of it, with red and white railings across the road, and several soldiers in camouflage uniforms stood in the middle of the road waving their hands and signaling to stop.

Liu Ziguang stopped the car, did not turn off the fire, glanced at the shotgun under the seat, and waited for the soldiers to come and interrogate, who knew that those black soldiers roared and rushed over, aimed their automatic rifles at his head, and roared hoarsely in the native language, Arthur trembled and told Liu Ziguang: "They let you get off the car." ”

Liu Ziguang slowly got out of the car, raised his hands, in the face of the black hole muzzle and the unclear situation, he did not dare to act rashly, the soldiers motioned for him to lie on the hood of the car, searched his pockets, took out his passport and threw it on the ground without looking at it, and pulled out a large stack of West African CFR francs from his wallet and laughed.

The other soldiers jumped into the car and picked up the tarpaulin with the barrel of their guns, and shouted exaggeratedly, and there were only some pure water, canned food, and biscuits underneath, but they were like facing a great enemy, and they shouted with their guns to Liu Ziguang's chest, and Arthur translated: "They asked you where you were taking these things, did you fund the rebels?" ”

Liu Ziguang didn't want to stimulate these nervous soldiers, so he said slowly: "I'm a doctor, I don't know any rebels." ”

Arthur translated, the soldiers stared at Liu Ziguang viciously, not believing his words at all, at this moment, the shotgun hidden under the seat was revealed, the soldiers' expressions immediately changed, and they pushed the bolt of the gun, and involuntarily escorted Liu Ziguang to the cabin on the side of the road, and Arthur was also pushed in.

There were already three people in the cabin, two of them turned out to be yellow-skinned and black-headed Asians, Liu Ziguang's heart moved, and asked: "Chinese?" ”

The two Asians looked up at him suspiciously, and replied in Chinese, "Are you?" ”

"I'm also Chinese, you are from the medical team, right?"

"Yes, we are the procurement team of the medical team, we were seized by this group of soldiers a few hours ago, our money and cars were confiscated, and we can't contact the team."

"Why are you being held? Aren't they government troops? ”

"Because we came from a Caye area, there was a fight on both sides, and they both said that the other side was a rebel, and we wanted to contact the officials of the Ministry of Health and Health, but we knew that the Minister of Health was shot dead last week......"

"Well, you have to find a way to get out." Liu Ziguang said.

"They are Wendu soldiers, uneducated, quite barbaric, don't provoke them, wait for their officers to come."

After a few minutes, the door opened, and a soldier in an emerald green beret entered, his epaulettes showing that several of them were earthy.

The black man's head was blown up by the powerful Fn rifle, his body was still twitching, and the smell of blood immediately attracted a swarm of flies, and the soldiers chatted casually, smoking cigarettes from Liu Ziguang's car, and the officer had a gloomy face, stared at Little Arthur twice, and suddenly shouted: "You are a Caye!" ”

Little Arthur was frightened, his legs trembled like chaff, the soldiers rushed over to drag Arthur out, the **** doctor bit his lip angrily, but he didn't dare to say anything, these soldiers were too savage, they didn't have the courage to fight against them.

When he shot the black driver just now, Liu Ziguang hadn't reacted, he didn't expect the government army to kill a person so easily, and now that he had come back to his senses, how could they allow them to kill Arthur like a dog again.

Liu Ziguang jumped up suddenly, smashed the heads of the two soldiers together with lightning speed, and hit the officer's temple with a lightning-fast punch, and pulled out the Browning high-power pistol at his waist.

The soldiers outside felt that something was wrong, pushed the door and walked in, Liu Ziguang raised his hand and shot in the center of the eyebrows, there was a sudden chaos outside, the soldiers were busy pulling the bolt, Liu Ziguang hid behind the door, calmly opened the gun, one shot at a time, after the crisp gunshots rang out, the soldiers fled, Liu Ziguang walked out, held his right wrist with his left hand, and shot accurately again, the soldiers who had run out twenty or thirty meters had blood on the back of their heads, and they fell down in response, and in less than half a minute, the eight soldiers at the checkpoint were all killed by him.

The comrades of the medical team were frightened, but Arthur Jr. became excited and shouted, "Rambo! Rambo！ ”

Liu Ziguang took out the magazine and checked it, and the bullet was just gone, so he threw the gun into the bushes, took back his shotgun and put it on his back, and began to drag the body into the bushes. ”

The two doctors trembled and helped Liu Ziguang drag the corpse, but fortunately, they were all medical workers and were not afraid of the corpse, and the three of them dragged the soldiers into the jungle together, and then jumped into the Land Rover.

"Comrade, did the organization send you to save us?" A doctor asked.

"No, I was sent by the people of the motherland." Liu Ziguang replied.