Poland. Lublin, Negro Street.

The street was full of stench, with vomit under telephone poles, stockings hanging from the garbage cans, and I don't know what it meant, and there were even a few black men lying on the ground, and people who didn't know what was going on thought it was: "Negroes congregate in kennels!" ”

A silver vintage car pulled up to the side of the road, rolled down half of the window, and a hairy hand reached out and threw out a garbage bag.

"Would you like some? Italian hot dogs. Osborne, sitting on his driver's license, asked as he handed the food to John.

"Thanks, no." John waved his hand.

Osborne shrugged, opened his mouth and bit the hot dog, his throat and eyes let out a very satisfied hum, suddenly as if he thought of something, he straightened up, took two black hoods from the back seat with great difficulty, stuffed one to John, and put it on himself, "French goods, with comfort, that guy has seen me." ”

"Are you sure he'll be here?" John asked, pointing to the 911 bar, he was suspicious of Osborne.

The Englishman glanced at him with two eyes, swallowed the last bite of the hot dog, bent down, and took out two Mart 49 submachine guns from under his chair, and even the magazines were loaded.

French goods, just do some dirty work.

"I never doubt myself." Osborne said confidently.

John's face in the mask wrinkled, and just as he was about to speak, he saw the door of the 911 bar being pushed open from inside, and two big black men in suits, sleeves rolled up, showing tattoos, walked out with a tire on the left and right.

"The goal has appeared, proceed according to the plan, sit tight!" Osborne whistled and slammed the accelerator hard, and black smoke rose from the exhaust pipe, and it rushed out like a bow and arrow.

The sound instantly attracted the attention of tires and others.

The right side of the tire's face twitched slightly, and an ominous premonition was infinitely magnified in his heart, and he shouted, "Go back!" ”

But at this time, how can it be in time?

John opened the window, and his upper body came out, with a cigarette in his mouth, and as soon as he opened the safe, he fired with a submachine gun horizontally!

Sudden Sudden Sudden Sudden ...

A magazine of 32 rounds is a matter of seconds.

Osborne pushed the steering wheel to the left, and the car was in the middle of the road.

The two people pushed open the door and came down, and the tires who had been injured and fell to the ground continued to replenish the guns, and they didn't even have time to wait for the other party to talk nonsense, and the series was done neatly.

"Withdraw!" Osborne unloaded the magazine with his left hand, quickly took out a new bullet from his satchel with his right hand, opened the car door, and got in, John looked at it casually, the corpse was all smashed, and as soon as the car stepped together, he jumped into the trunk, and Osborne with the steering wheel was like Fangio (F1 racing master!). Possessed, the tires of this car may not be able to catch up with his operation, and as soon as he turns the corner, he burrows into the alley and disappears.

Shootings early in the morning?!

suddenly added a bit of horror to this small city, and the Poles thought that the Ukrainians next door had called, and the two countries had a lot of filth in history, and they were so scared that they didn't dare to come out.

When the police arrived at the scene, all the people ran out, so they could only helplessly fence the scene and wait for forensic identification.

"A total of 71 eggshells were found at the scene, and 67 bullets were found on the bodies of the three deceased, judging that the murderer had military training and had certain military skills..."

The Lublin police chief, who heard the forensic results at the time, suppressed the case.

Are you kidding?

Training?

This look is a vendetta, and Ukraine next door is starting to make a fuss, so there is no need to find something to do at this point.

Thereupon...

When it didn't happen.

Anyway, if a person dies, it's still black, and it won't cause any sensation.

……

At this time, at the Herutfontaine Airport, a reluctant drama was also staged.

"Mr. Nicholas, aren't you going to stay longer?" Dalton took Tang Dao's hand, tears were about to fall, this snot was a little poor on the black face, and his crying made people's scalps tingle.

The main thing is that these financiers are gone, and he will have no money to make again.

He'd heard that this Chinese American was making millions of dollars here!

Millions of dollars, oh my!

If Dalton had so much money, he would have gone to the United States a long time ago, and he wouldn't have to be in this damn Namibia every day in fear that the rebels would rush in and hang him in a tree.

Tang Dao's face turned red, he pulled out his hand vigorously, his face twitched, and he smiled hard, "There will be time." As he spoke, he turned around and prepared to board the plane, and when he saw the free tarmac, he was stunned, patted his brain, and turned around, "Mr. Dalton, I want to ask, how many are there on this tarmac?" ”

The old black was stunned, and his brain didn't come back to his senses.

Apron?

How much?

Can you still buy it?

Dalton's tears were immediately withdrawn, and when it came to money, he became interested, his eyes rolled slyly, and he stretched out his palm, "Five thousand dollars!" ”

Tang Dao was going to be laughed at by him.

The total value of the construction of Herutfontein Airport is only about 1 million US dollars, of course, this place is small, but the flow of people is also low, more often used to load goods, but after the start of the Namibian civil war, the flow of goods here is also declining rapidly, and they are beginning to pay wages.

$5,000?

Finding someone to fight in this bird place in Africa is only about $1 a day, and you can pull out a large army.

"For $1,000 apiece, I'll buy three tarmacs." Tang Dao said his price.

"$1,200!"

Tang Dao is too lazy to bother with him now.

He bought the three aprons of this airport mainly for his own airway, and it is impossible for weapons dealers to use other people's planes often in the future, right? Look at the later big arms dealers, who did not have their own fleet of aircraft? It was completely a reckless provocation in the air, and if it hadn't been for the fact that the eagle sauce had been provoked later, and the fighter jets had risen directly into the air, these guys would have been able to drop them over the head of the United States.

After paying the money very simply, Tang Dao patted Dalton on the shoulder, and under the protection of several strong men, boarded the plane to New York.

Sitting in the first-class cabin, looking at the desert gradually moving away, with a huge sum of six million US dollars in his arms, Tang Dao only felt that a bigger wave was coming, and the road ahead was not getting wider and wider, but getting narrower and narrower, because only a few people were allowed to pass.

The business of the 90s was not a class that came out of the ivory tower, a disciplined and passionate academic, and the businessmen of the 90s were brutalists, who just wanted to swallow the dollars they could stuff with their mouths open.

Did you see that the Minister of Defense of Ukraine broke his hand at home in the past and asked him not to meddle in his affairs?

Have you ever seen the magic of buying a few planes for a few cans?

The world of the 90s was crazy!

It's also full of opportunities.

Being trampled on, beaten to death in the wilderness, or even feeding dogs, without a whole body, is better than starving to death on the street at the end, staring, looking at this glamorous world in despair, watching the beautiful women in sports cars selling scratches, and watching others eat food they have never eaten.

People can be killed!

But don't die poor.

"I'm going to make a fool of myself! I'm going to be the biggest one. Tang Dao squeezed the blanket on his body tightly, tilted his head to look at the night scene outside the window, and made a decision in his heart to live and live better.