"Samara? What are you looking for him? ”

The Iraqi man asked suspiciously, shaking his head: "She's not here." ”

Gao Jun grabbed the other party's collar, put the cow on his head, and scolded viciously: "Dog offal!" Don't play this kind of fictitious thing for Lao Tzu, what else can Samara do besides counting her dollars, don't make me angry. ”

After finishing speaking, he pushed the other party hard and hit the wall behind him, feeling a little tightness in his chest for a while.

"Where is he!" Gao Jun jumped out word by word, "My partner, patience is not very good!" ”

The old Taoist priest shook the dagger on the side, suddenly raised his hand, and stabbed at the man!

“NONONO！ Don't kill me! The man cried out in horror, tilting his head, and the dagger pierced under his ear pendant, sinking into the copper skin behind him.

"Don't bother me! Next, I'll release your major artery! The old Taoist priest put his whole face over and let out filthy breath.

"Brother, don't get so close, it stinks me, I'll take you to Samara, but please don't abuse me."

The Iraqi man retched, grim-faced.

When Gao Jun heard this, his face was strange, he forced a smile, and pushed the other party, "Don't talk nonsense, take us quickly." ”

The man staggered under his feet, glanced at Gao Jun timidly, lowered his head, hurriedly covered his chest, and led the way in front.

After going around seven or eight times, it looks like a small road in an alley, and after walking through, the vision in front of me suddenly opens up.

The hall of nearly 500 square meters is home to the famous sad song of the Iraq War: "Fallen Flower"

Just as the sofa in the middle was covered with US dollars, a vicious-looking... The woman was lying on it.

"Woman? What's the matter? The old Taoist priest asked curiously.

"The head of the Basra smuggler, she used to be the lover of a Basra government official, and then, after the start of the Iraq war, she killed his husband! An avid follower of Saddam. Gao Jun sneered.

"Shhh

The old Taoist priest gasped, looked each other up and down very rudely, and muttered in Chinese: "So ugly, not afraid of being scared?" ”

Gao Jun spread out his hand: "It's the same when the lights are turned off, as long as you can find a hole." ”

"Makes sense!"

…

Gao Jun coughed lightly and shouted, "Samara, don't you welcome old friends?" ”

"Old friends? Poor people have no friends in Iraq! ”

As soon as Samara spoke, the sound was as unpleasant as sawn wood, a little harsh.

"You've seen this before?"

Gao Jun nodded helplessly, but he didn't want to say more, just casually coped with the past, he took out a stack of dollars from his backpack, kissed it, and reluctantly threw it towards Samara.

"Smack!"

The sound of the banknotes hitting the ground was a bit beautiful, and Samara's originally closed eyes suddenly opened, staring at the dollar, and finally slowly moved his gaze upward, squatting on the backpack in Gao Jun's hand.

Gao Jun patted his backpack and said, "Do you want it?" ”

Samara loved money, but she wasn't an idiot, or the men in Iraq would have eaten her bones.

"What do you want me to do?" She asked calmly.

"I want a piece of identification, one that can stand up to inspection..."

"Impossible!"

Who knew that before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted by Samara, who frowned and shook her head very firmly: "I don't do this anymore." After a pause, he added: "Starting with the Baghdad hijacking." ”

Previously, Najaf airport, located 150 kilometers south of the Iraqi capital, was closed for a time, and Iraqi authorities said they had closed the airport for security reasons, and the majority of passengers at the airport were Shiites. But sources say al-Qaeda attempted to hijack a passenger plane taking off from Najaf airport and attack Shiite holy sites, and has already mixed in with the plane.

It almost caused a catastrophe!

After the incident, the US military intelligence department grasped the information that these people were all wanted criminals in the world, and the cumulative amount of wanted people reached 1 million US dollars.

After finding out the reason, the Iraqi gangs were sanctioned by NATO and the Iraqi army, and they were almost wiped out, which also gave other local gangsters a huge brain hammer, and they put away their brains that should not be used.

Gao Jun kept looking at Samara, although the latter's words were resolute, but his eyes were reluctant to look at the backpack in his hand.

If the other party doesn't agree, it means that the price is not enough!

He smiled slightly, took out two more stacks, and threw them on the carpet.

Samara's eyebrows twitched, but he shook his head anyway.

Gao Jun didn't have any extra facial expressions, just continued to dig and continue to lose.

The old Taoist priest on the side began to tremble when he saw it, and the dollars on the ground were close to 60,000!

60,000 US dollars, you can equip a ragtag team in Iraq.

"Enough! We don't have much money. He grabbed Gao Jun's wrist and shook his head gently.

"How is it enough, this money can't fill her belly, Samara, am I right?" Gao Jun said to the girl with a smile.

Samara didn't answer directly, but smiled and said, "Dollars, it can make people crazy." ”

"Crazy?"

Gao Jun smiled and slowly approached Samara, "Do you want to see how many I have here?" ”

Samara's eyes lit up, and his breathing grew short.

Staring at Gao Jun's hand slowly pulled out of his backpack, Luger's 08 pistol was in his hand, and before Samara could react, his hair was pulled by Gao Jun, "Or... Let's die together? ”

Stuffing the muzzle of the gun into Samara's mouth, Gao Jun scolded with a cruel smile: "Stinky three-eight! Lao Tzu gives you face, you don't want it, you have to be me! ”

Some of Samara's horses were also frightened, shouting and pulling out their weapons.

"Who the dares to move, Lao Tzu bombarded him!" The old Taoist priest jumped on the table, tore off his clothes, revealing the melon grenade inside, picked his thumb up, pulled the ring down, and shouted: "I really think that Lao Tzu is Kaizi!" Blow you up! ”

"Woooooo

Samara's mouth was stuffed, and his speech was a little slurred, but there was no fear in his eyes, but he teased him, and closed his eyes.

She is a woman who fought with iron and blood, except that she has no eggs, she doesn't feel that she is any different from other men, isn't she just being stuffed with a gun in her mouth? What's the difference between being a lover and being stuffed by someone else?!

If she was afraid of death, she would have run away with the money she had earned over the years.

What she can't bear is... This kind of life.

"You're not afraid of death?" Gao Jun straddled his legs and pressed on Samara's body, lowered his head and blew on the other party's earrings, and the latter's body couldn't help but tremble, and a flush appeared on his neck.

"Do me once, and you'll get the friendship of an arms dealer."

Samara suddenly opened his eyes, tilted his head, and stared at Gao Jun: "Are you an arms dealer?" ”

"Introduction, Chairman of Zulong Security Consulting Company, Gao Jun." He hooked Samara's chin, kissed it, and sucked greedily.

"Fuck! Brute. The old Taoist priest was startled, can this be scared?

Is hunger and thirst like this?

"Bang..."Gao Jun closed his mouth and wiped his lips, "The fanatical and sexy Yin Red is not suitable for you, apply fresh powder next time." ”

Samara was dumbfounded, and actually answered: "Good! ”

After speaking, Yi Ling trembled down, and his face turned crimson: "Damn Chinese, you... You. ”

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