Bamako, Lumumba Freedom Square.

This is a landmark built by Congo and Mali to commemorate Lumumba, the great father of freedom in Congo!

In the 90s, it was one of the most prestigious tourist destinations in the whole of West Africa, but now it is full of tents, many homeless refugees are housed here, there is a foul smell in the air, and there are many chaotic cries one after another, and in the dark, you can see a few skinny children pouting and holding their butts in the corners of the wall and digging weeds...

There was an air of despair throughout the square.

And in a tent near the northwest corner, flickering with firelight, there were four people sitting around, all dressed in the local white robes of Mali, but those few southwestern Asian faces looked nondescript, and there were a few pistols on the table, and the safety was opened, so that they could fight back at the first time when attacked, obviously old fritters.

"Isovelli, what did that guy say about Liesin? Does he agree? The man with a thick beard sitting on the right-hand side opened his mouth, tilted his head and stared at Isuvel, who was sitting opposite, rubbing the tiger's mouth of his left hand with the thumb of his right hand, and his eyes were straight at it.

Ishuveli picked up the kettle on the ground beside him expressionlessly, took a sip with his head held high, his face turned red instantly, and the smell of brandy rose in the tent, which aroused everyone's wine bugs, and the bearded man who spoke first took a deep breath greedily, and the corners of his mouth twitched. The Adam's apple rolled up and down, his eyes looked straight away, and his mouth grumbled, "Can you talk about things at work first, and then drink?" ”

"Do you drink?" Isuveli spoke, his voice rough.

"Give me some." The bearded man stretched out the teapot at his feet, but there was still some water in it, and he ran to the door and opened the curtain to pour water, but who knew that there was a man standing not far from the door!

"Who!" The bearded man shouted suddenly, and everyone in the tent, including Ixuvelly, grabbed their pistols and pointed them at the door.

"Calm down, gentlemen, and beware of your darling." The person who came opened his mouth very calmly, as if being held to the gun was just a trivial matter, in the dark, he couldn't see his face clearly, he walked over slowly, and said, "I'm here to send a message to Song for someone." ”

Close to the tent, the light illuminated the person's face, square face, light eyebrows, the most attractive thing is the eyes, deep and quiet.

"Who are you!" Isuveli looked the other party up and down vigilantly and asked in a deep voice.

"My name is Horatio, you can call me Shark," the man smiled, with what he thought was sincerity in his eyes, "I have a business I want to talk to you about." ”

Talking about business?

Need to be so mysterious?

Ishuveli is not a waste, he was born in kgb! Of course, he is not a foreign intelligence agent, but has been stationed in the hot spots of the Soviet Union for a long time, focusing on terrorist attacks, and later after Lao Maozi hung up, he began to disband on the spot like other Klob members, and once a comrade-in-arms planned to invite him to set up a private detective agency in China, but he refused, but he felt that he had to do a big vote, such as selling arms!

Contacted the old boss, the two used their positions to start reselling arms, during the millennium, they really made a fortune, but Isuveli was not good at financial management, blindly invested, lost a bottom, and restarted on this road in desperation, but the old boss has been found and divided by the gunner!

In desperation, he could only pull up a team of miscellaneous fish to do the business of the second dealer.

As soon as Ishuveli saw the other party's sneaky appearance, he labeled him: "Conspirator! ”

This is the kind of person he hates the most, and he simply shook his head, "Sorry sir, I'm not interested." ”

Horatio shook his head and said firmly, "No! You must be interested in that zulong company..."

Ishuveli frowned, he was always a little unhappy when he heard the name of this company now, Liesin is that it is an excuse, what is the official exclusive authorization? A bunch of shit, shouldn't arms buyers pick the cheapest seller?

Is Zulong a monopoly?

"What do you want to say?" Isuveli said in a deep voice. But he didn't get out of the way, but stuck at the door, holding his hands, half a head higher than the other party, just looking at the other party with that condescending look.

Horatio smiled, not caring about this look at all, "We received news that Gao Jun, the boss of Zulong Company, has returned to Mali!" Do you want to kill him, we can help you..."

Ishuveli involuntarily stood up straight, touched his chin with his right hand, patted his right cheek with his index finger, and twisted his brows into Sichuan characters, "Who the hell are you?" ”

"The people who help you, of course, are also there to defend our interests here." Horatio shrugged his shoulders and said with rigor in his tone, "If we let him develop like this, do you think we still have room to survive in this area?" There can be no monopoly on this continent! ”

Ishuveli doesn't believe his nonsense, what's for him, Horatio just wants to use him as a leader, to make himself and Gao Jun stand head-on, and these people will fish in troubled waters again...

This little trick...... It's really out of my heart.

Ishuveli is still planning to regroup here, if he really waits for Gao Jun to eat all the meat, how much will the remaining soup be worth?

"You're helping me like that?"

Horatio smiled and cracked his mouth and said, "Our informant's news, Gao Jun will ask you to go to the Bamako Art Hotel tomorrow, when the time comes... We have a sniper on the opposite side, you try to expose his head as much as possible, this is your task, when the time comes, we will complete the one-hit kill, of course, you can rest assured, when he is dead, we will pick you out..."

Ishuveli looked at the other party unscrupulously, and the latter also stared uncontrollably.

After about thirty seconds, Ishuveli smiled, held out his hand, and smiled merrily, "I agree." ”

Horatio also shook his hand with satisfaction, "Happy cooperation." ”

…

After the two talked a little about the details, Horatio left, and the bearded man who had been listening to it on the side for a long time muttered, "Ishuvelly, what kind of high army are you going to kill?" I'm going to dig our guy out?! ”

He was about to leave, but was stopped by Ishuveli, his eyes open, his teeth gritted, and he hated that iron could not be made of steel, "Are you an idiot?" Do you really believe this miscellaneous word? This birdman doesn't know where he came from, and he stands at the door blindly, so you just listen to him? Is your brain caught by a woman's x?? ”

Saliva was sprayed on the bearded face, and if it weren't for the fact that there was really no one under his hands, how could Ishuveli find such a fool.

A school dropout teenager who committed an economic crime in New Zealand!

That's right, this bearded man is still a teenager, 19 years old...

"That's... So how do we do it? "The bearded man was frightened, and Ishuveli had a few momentums after all, which made people worry.

"Wait, wait for his informant to say right."

……

After Horatio walked for a long time, he took out his mobile phone and pressed a string of numbers, which rang twice, and turned to the call reminder, he deliberately lowered his voice and said, "Operation okra has begun, and it is going according to the original plan." ”

Just left a few words, after finishing speaking, picked up the stone, directly smashed the phone, broke the card, threw it to the side like a tattered, inserted the windbreaker pocket, walked forward with a stuffy head, and finally disappeared into the darkness. I want to talk about "The Strongest Arms Dealer" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~