Statue of Liberty Plaza B4O4, zulong company station!

The gate was painted a silver-gray color, and a shoddy logo was painted on it.

Many Bamako people dressed in traditional Malian robes consciously dodge it, as if there was some legendary voodoo at this gate.

But there were also black children in open crotch pants who hobbled with their heads down, looking for something.

Suddenly, a girl seemed to have found something, squatted on the ground, and pulled out a ... Shell casings? Raised their hands and cheered, and the black children behind them were not good, a group of boys rushed up and began to tear up, how could that girl be an opponent, was knocked to the ground and cried, her clear eyes were full of despair.

You know, a bullet casing in Bamako can sell for 57 CFA francs, which is equivalent to 1 cent.

Many children are driven out by the family to pick up bullet shells, and even sometimes when two teams are still fighting on the battlefield, these children are hiding next to them, very bold, and it is not uncommon for them to be killed by stray bullets if their lives are not good.

The child who won the battle raised his hand proudly, and the ribs could be seen on his thin body, but at this time he was the king of the gang!

But not long after the joy was triumphant, a shrill siren pierced the starry sky, and frightened the child who thought he was the most daring to lie on the ground and tremble, screaming and praying with screams and prayers in his mouth, and the other boys also knelt on the ground, holding their heads in fear.

But only the black girl stood up, her head held high, biting her lip, the thin figure stubbornly stood tall at the sound of the siren, she narrowed her eyes, and then slowly widened...

An ugly-looking "big fly" flew up from the other side of the wall!

There's a Doraemon's propeller on top of this fly's head...

However, what are the dense black holes on both sides?

The little girl saw that the fly hovered in mid-air for a while, and then flew low into the distance, and disappeared from sight in a few seconds, and just as she was about to withdraw her gaze, she felt a slight tremor on the ground, and the silver-gray door slowly opened, and the little girl saw two steel beasts slowly crawling out.

"Tan... Tank?! ”

She happened to know this thing, it was very common during the Malian Civil War, but those big guys looked tattered, and this one in front of her... It's scary.

Frightened, she turned around and ran, but after running a few steps, she came back and picked up the bullet casings on the ground, and kicked the little boy who was lying on the ground in fright, "Run!" Otherwise, you'll die. ”

When she had finished speaking, she turned and ran, and the little boys finally got up tremblingly, and helped each other away from the way of the tank.

"Boom!!"

Who knew that the tank that had just been driven out suddenly fired a cannon, and it was not accurate, but it leveled a ruin building not far away, and the commander standing outside shouted in a Swabian nasal voice: Attack!!

……

"Ishuvelly, let's run." The guy who was squatting on the ground looked around and whispered, "There is no one guarding the door, we rush down, and when we get to the door, we are free." ”

"Idiot?" Ishuvelli held the cigarette, reached into the crotch of his pants with his right hand and picked it, then rubbed it a few times, and when he heard the other party's words, he couldn't help but smash the sludge in his hand, with a black face, "Rush down?" When the time comes, will you be killed by the rebels below, or will you be abolished by this Asian Yankee? ”

The guy who spoke saw the other party throwing the sludge over, almost didn't spit it out, covered his mouth, and lowered his voice, "Then do you have any good ideas?" ”

"Yes!" Ishuvelli squinted and took a puff on his cigarette, and said firmly, drawing the eyes of the two remaining accomplices to the eye, "What? ”

Ishuveli threw the cigarette butt on the ground, twisted it with his foot, stood up, and said, "You wait here." He pulled his clothes and walked slowly towards Gao Jun.

"Stop!" It is difficult for such a big person not to be discovered, and as soon as he walked a few steps, he was held with a gun.

Ishuvelli raised his hand very numbly, glanced at the weapon on his head with slanted eyes, looked at Gao Jun squarely, and grimaced, "I surrender, I am willing to tell you everything I know after the war, but now I want to give me a gun, Georgians are not cowards hiding behind." ”

Gao Jun raised his eyebrows when he heard this, pressed his lips, stared at the other party, and then glanced at the two guys who were shrinking behind Ishuvelly, the corners of his mouth were disdainful, and he shook his head, "Give him a gun." ”

"Boss," the old Taoist priest shouted nervously.

"I think Mr. Ishuveli should be a moral man, and if you mess around, I'll kill your buddies!" Gao Jun's final tone became very cold, but it was irrefutable.

"Well, Georgians never break their promises."

Ishuveli was quite arrogant, took the M16, kicked the magazine in the four pockets, touched the pocket, but it was empty, and quickly looked around and looked left and right, as if looking for something.

"Found it!" Ishuveli's glasses lit up suddenly, he bent over and ran over, picked up a pair of sunglasses from the corner of the dining table, put them on his face, breathed a long sigh of relief, stood up, pulled the bolt, loaded the bullet, held the gun to his chest, waved his hand at his guy, rushed out of the door, jumped directly down from three or five steps, tilted his body and shot at the intruding militants, and the other party was knocked to the ground without even reacting.

Ishuvelli is agile and tactically standard, even with age, evasive moves are pleasing to the eye.

The employees of the company who followed behind him were dumbfounded and couldn't knock their tongues, but after reacting, they excitedly followed him to pick up heads.

The group swept down the hall, which was in a state of disarray, with several waiters lying in pools of blood, apparently innocents drawn into the fight, and Ishuveli pushed them all the way to the outlet, holding AK57s and swiping them inside the door.

Very few blacks know how to use grenades.

Because many European and American grenades are very technical, there have been more than one occurrence of black people throwing grenades and blowing them up...

It is already evolution to be able to use AK47.

"Grenade!" Ishuveli shouted to the employee who was hiding on the other side of the door, and the latter heard it, got his ass, threw the grenade to the former, and he pulled the ring and rolled out the door.

"Boom!"

The huge lethality caused several black people to be blown up on the spot, and the others were not comfortable, and the more miserable intestines were torn out by shrapnel...

Ishuvelli was about to kill with joy on his face, when a huge roar came from the sky not far away, he looked up, suddenly opened his eyes, and lost his voice, "Hind! ”

Turn around and run to a wide area, if you turn back, you may not be able to take a shot at the hotel!

But behind him there was a cheer, "Here we are!" Reinforcements are coming... Damn it, punch through the ass of these bastards! ”

Those excitements made Ishuveli stunned, but when he came back to his senses, his face softened slightly, and his tone was a little stammering, "The hind is from your company?" ”

"Of course! Our company has all weapons, and we sell all the anti-aircraft missiles in Bamako! ”

Isuvel's eyes are a little glazed, is this the most basic and simple call for air support?

A call to the Hind are coming? It's just berserk...

But suddenly, Ishuveli noticed that the faces of the employees around him changed, and he opened his mouth and roared, he was startled, turned his head to look, and saw at a glance that on a tall building not far away, a black man was carrying an RPG-7 in his hand, facing a hind.

In the next second, the rocket shook its tail and rushed towards the hind violently......