Belier Wave.

Located in the western suburbs of Herutfontein, the town has a population of only more than 7,000 people, but because of the abundance of tourmaline here, about 20% of the tourmaline production in West Africa is shipped from here to all over the world, forming the largest tourmaline trading market in Namibia and even West Africa, so that outsiders of different colors can be seen everywhere here.

However, because of the tug-of-war between government forces and rebel forces, it has become much more deserted.

Click...

The BTR-40, which weighs five tons, can be heard wailing on the road of Belilte.

Tang Dao, who was sitting in the co-pilot, pulled the handle above his head, and through the car window, he could see that the two sides of the spacious street were empty only about five meters outside, but there were obviously a few pairs of eyes staring curiously behind the wooden door, and the street was full of domestic garbage, the environment here was unimaginable, and there were rotting corpses like animals, hanging on the gatehouse, and the smell attracted mosquitoes.

"Damn, this place stinks, too." After sitting in the car, he breathed heavily, whined, and patted his body, as if with a foul smell, "I didn't even look at a figure..."

"Fack, scare me." Osborne swallowed his saliva and leaned forward, and there was a black child standing in front of the car, with his hands open and his eyes closed, his body visibly trembling, just rushed out of a dirt house, and was almost crushed to death.

"Let's go down and have a look."

Osborne nodded and pushed the door open, didn't rush forward, just pointed at the other party and said, "Don't get in the way, get out of the way!" ”

"First... Sir, help me. The boy opened half of his eyes and asked boldly.

"I'll let you go!" The Brit frowned, seeing that the other party did not react, he reflexively took out the AKM from the car and pulled the bolt, "Don't get in the way." After he finished speaking, he decisively pulled the trigger, and the bullet hit the soles of the opponent's feet, so frightened that the black child held his head and hid to the side.

"Cheap." Osborne snorted, closed the car door hard, and restarted, Tang Dao kept frowning beside him, but he didn't speak, he knew that the British must have their own intentions in doing this, and he was not as familiar with this place as the other party.

When the cart had departed, a group of half-sized men and a few adults trotted out from all directions, still holding stones in their hands.

"Bane, why did you let them go?" A strong black man covered in tendons grabbed the black child's hair in dissatisfaction and punched him in the face, and immediately the latter was covered with blood and pleading with a cry, "He, they will shoot me." ”

"Damn it."

The strong black man threw Bane to the ground with all his might, and looked at the armored transporter in the distance unwillingly.

They were in charge of robbing the outsiders, and the famine had plunged Belilbo into endless terror, with people starving to death every day, and the local government was completely unable to provide relief, leaving them to fend for themselves.

In waiting for death, people become selfish and tyrannical.

It was in this situation that their gang gathered together to rob those outsiders who seemed to have few people, and they originally regarded Tang Dao and the others as ducks in their mouths, but now that they are flying, the anger in their hearts can be imagined.

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"O... Osborne, did you really want to kill that kid just now? Job finally couldn't help but ask, his right hand covering his slightly bruised left cheek, and his voice was a little floating.

"This is Africa! In the most chaotic part of the five continents, do you think black people are stupid? They're smarter than anyone else, we didn't see anyone just now, but suddenly a kid pops up, don't you think it's weird? Here, give up your curiosity, what you have to do is learn how to watch others die and be indifferent. ”

Osborne seemed to talk too much, and he felt irritated himself, and waved his hand, "You'll understand later." ”

Seeing that his temper came up, Job's didn't ask much, and sat back in his position, Tang Dao glanced at the British, holding his hands, it seemed that this guy really had a story, he looked into the distance, and suddenly said, "It's here." ”

Tutt Stadium!

A large gymnasium named after the god of wisdom in African mythology, a comprehensive gymnasium built by France with a capital of 3,000 francs, but this person can't eat enough, who cares about what to keep fit, here is more of a homeless gathering place, and later after the outbreak of the Namibian civil war, it was reduced to a large trading market.

Major Transactions... Arms and supplies.

And a chain of interests has been formed, the local government allows businessmen to set up stalls here, but they also have to charge a handling fee, 1% of the price of the goods, and there are close to two companies, more than 100 people maintain order, not that no one causes trouble, but look at the heavy machine guns erected above the gymnasium, or learn to shrink their heads, they are for money.

The most important thing is that there is a peaceful place for mercenaries and arms dealers to trade, and no one wants to break this rule.

It's no different from the black market, except it's more blatant here.

This BTR-40 is still quite eye-catching, and slowly drove in through the gate under the vigilant gaze of the guards at the door, Tang Dao's ears were first empty, and then the huge shouts and cheers and curses all gathered together.

There were a lot of people inside, most of them carrying weapons on their backs, walking back and forth, and they looked like mercenaries.

And those stalls are not simple, Tang Dao saw five M1937 (53-K) 45mm anti-tank guns behind a stall, although it is a bit old, the old guy who appeared during the Soviet-German war, but the muzzle of the gun still makes people shudder, and the BTR-40 armored transport vehicle may not be able to withstand a few shots, and it will have to become scrap copper and rotten iron.

"God, is that a GAU-8A aircraft gun? Sold alone? Is this thinking that someone can carry this big guy? Jobs exclaimed, he felt that his three views had been completely re-established, this is an American product, in order to identify the armor-piercing ability of the artillery, he had used armor-piercing shells and incendiary grenades to shoot at T72 tanks and M48 tanks for 2s and 1s respectively, and the tank was destroyed, he had seen it in Poland with tires, but it seemed to be an arms exhibition at that time, and the price was 780,000 US dollars!

Expensive makes people autistic.

This is actually being taken here and sold?

God is definitely joking.

"Boss, us?" Osborne was a little overwhelmed.

"Find an open space and set up a stall first, it's good." Tang Dao pointed to a corner and motioned for him to drive over.

In fact, the BTR-40 armored car is also very attractive, full of steel, in this African battlefield, luckily, it is the Iron King, when they drove into the stadium, there were already many pairs of eyes staring.

"Asian?"

"Just three people? They're bold. ”

"Go and see, what do they sell?"

Different languages mixed with curiosity, they gathered in a circle and watched Tang Dao and the others move weapons out of the car.

"Hey man, how many AK47s are there?" A tall white man squeezed in and asked, which made people know at a glance that it was a Soviet, because the essence of white people is also different, and they are divided into Northern European types, Eastern European types, Mediterranean types, etc. Among them, Russians are mostly Caucasian and Eastern European types, mixed with a few yellow people.

Tang Dao's fingers made a gesture, "$700, with two magazines of bullets." ”

$700?

Black Merchant!

The white man's face was ugly, but he didn't say anything, he got up and was about to leave, but was stopped by Tang Dao, "Sir, this is a genuine Russian product, not a patchwork, you see." ”

As he spoke, he grabbed the barrel of the AK47 and smashed it to the ground, the sound was dull, and he smashed it a few times in a row, and there was a little crack in the lower cover, but overall it remained intact, Tang Dao gave a thumbs up, ", do you want a few?" ”

It's the first time I've seen such a fierce sales pitch.

If you don't agree with each other, you will smash the gun.

That's $700!

"Of course, we also have discounts, if you buy more than $3,000 from us, next time, we will give you an 8.5% discount, if it is more than $10,000, we will give you a 7.5% discount, how about it?" Tang Dao's eyes lit up, like a vulture, staring at the dollars in someone's pocket.