Taylor sat at the dining table, watching TV, an old broken TV, broadcasting the news, although he is a warlord and a general, but Africa is too poor, and some of the generals' quality of life is also very poor.

From time to time, there would be snowflakes on the television, but there was still a stubborn voice, and a government official made a speech saying that within three months, the rebellion in southern Namibia would be completely put down.

"Huh!" Taylor snorted coldly, picked up a cup of coffee and took a sip, his biggest pleasure every day is to quietly watch the government army uniform, it has been five or six years since he occupied Gibeon, and the government army has shouted every year to recover Gibein, but in fact? Every year is a thunderstorm and a small raindrop.

After breakfast, Taylor stretched, then slowly stood up and looked around: "Is there any news from Farah's side, who is going to kill me!" ”

Taylor doesn't care much about Yu Zhiqian and them now, what he cares about most now is who wants to kill him, and he actually carried out assassination, so yesterday, Taylor also specially asked people to check on Gibbin and make sure that it was safe before daring to go back to his house to sleep.

"Still can't be reached, I call every ten minutes, and there is no news!"

After hearing the reply from his subordinates, Taylor was stunned for a moment, and had a vague bad premonition in his heart, but he didn't show it, touched his chin, and after thinking for a while, he slowly stood up: "Keep fighting, what are the arrangements for today!" ”

"You need to inspect the barracks, and the government forces are starting to assemble again, and they are preparing to make some moves, and I heard that they are preparing to retake Gibeon again!"

Taylor laughed, stretched out his hands, and immediately a servant walked behind him, put a big red robe on Taylor, and someone moved the mirror to Taylor, looked at himself in the mirror, Taylor made a pistol aiming pose, and then with a pop in his mouth, his fingers were raised, and he was very satisfied with his shape.

"The government army doesn't have to pay attention to them, wait for them to come over, and then let's talk about it, I'll go around the barracks, and tell them that I'm going to get together with them recently to discuss who will be president after taking Windhoek!"

"Okay general, I'll contact you right away!"

After Taylor was dressed, he took his hand and walked towards the gate, which had been given to him by one of his German partners, and was said to be a German marshal's hand hand, which was very valuable.

But if Yu Zhiqian takes it and takes a look, he will definitely throw it aside at will, obviously, this thing is like the Balala Demon Fairy transformer bought in the domestic Yiwu small commodity market, of course, the workmanship is not bad, at least it can fool Taylor.

One thing to say, white people have done too many disgusting things in Africa, they have their own bad tastes, for example, there was once a white businessman who gave a medal to the leader of the African country of Chad, saying that it was a medal of their country, but in fact this thing was an identification object worn by death row prisoners in the Middle Ages, and then this thing was exhibited in a museum and was recognized, and the farce ended.

Taylor cherished this hand battle very much, he would carry it at any time, he thought that this thing would indicate that he would become a marshal in the future, he didn't know where Germany was, but he asked someone what a marshal was, he could command a general, he was very satisfied with this statement and position, and even wanted to call himself a marshal for a while, but finally gave up.

Yu Zhiqian was lying behind the window, constantly observing the situation of Taylor's mansion through the binoculars, and suddenly saw two cars driving from the parking lot next to him to the door, he knew that Taylor was about to come out.

Yu Zhiqian pointed the muzzle of the gun at the position of the gate, and waited intently, he had been waiting for this moment for too long, this time, he must not be able to let this damn guy live in this world.

"General, Commander Farr wants to replenish some ammunition, they consumed a lot of ammunition in the previous battle! There are also several consortiums that support us who want to buy some of the minerals of the Hopps, but the price they offer is not very high! ”

The assistant followed Taylor, constantly reminding Taylor of some things as he moved forward, being a warlord is very troublesome, at least there will be all kinds of things every day, Taylor controls nearly one-tenth of Namibia's territory, and it is definitely impossible for no one to support him.

The people behind him support Taylor, just to make money, the minerals in Taylor's hands, as long as Taylor is short of money and weapons, he sells cabbage at a price, or even lower, white people are still exploiting black people, but their methods have become more hidden.

"Tell them what we want, as long as these things are brought and mined for them to develop, who else wants weapons and ammunition? Tell them that it's okay to ask for weapons and ammunition, and go and knock Windhoek down for me! ”

Taylor said as he walked out, and when he stood at the door, he suddenly thought of something, stood where he was, looked back at his room, and had a thought in his mind, don't go out, but after thinking about it for a long time, he didn't think that he had forgotten something.

"Let's go!"

Taylor waved his hand lightly, raised the cloak behind his back, and walked out of his room, when Taylor stepped out of the door on two legs and stood in the sun, he suddenly saw countless people standing in front of him, all of whom had been killed by him.

Immediately after that, Taylor felt his body fall uncontrollably to the side, and there was a sharp pain in his chest, followed by a dull gunshot, and he was assassinated, this is what it feels like to be shot?

At the moment of death, countless thoughts flashed through Taylor's mind, the last thought was who was going to kill me, and when he fell to the ground, he turned his head and looked in the direction of the shot.

Three seconds ago, Yu Zhiqian saw Taylor, but most of Taylor's body had not yet been exposed, Yu Zhiqian did not shoot, and at the moment Taylor walked out of the room, Yu Zhiqian could be sure that this guy was the guy he wanted to take revenge, that Taylor.

The red cloak and the hand-held battle of the bag were all told to Yu Zhiqian by the broker, and Yu Zhiqian remembered that he had seen Taylor, and he was also wearing a red cloak.

When Taylor walked out of the house, exposed to the sun, and the whole person was under Yu Zhiqian's gun, Yu Zhiqian moved, and only his fingers moved lightly in his whole body, and he pulled the trigger.

AWM's unique Magnum bullet was fired in the chamber of the gun, carrying Yu Zhiqian's endless anger for the past two years, and shot through Taylor's body.

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