Gao Jun looked embarrassed and shook his legs slightly, but the little girl hugged him very tightly, looked at him with wide eyes, pleading, and cried: "I want to go home!" ”

This slightly immature voice made Gao Jun tremble in his heart.

Seeing that Gao Jun's heart was soft, Muhammad grabbed his arm and whispered, "Gao! We are not those Virgins of Christianity, you have no way to save the whole world! Even if you save her, what about the rest? The bearded man paused, and continued: "Perhaps, tomorrow, we will also be like them, and we will become dead dogs in Baghdad!" ”

Gao Jun's pupils shrank, his breathing stopped suddenly, his heart seemed to be pinched hard, his face twitched slightly, frowned, shook his head, and patted the little girl's head, the latter was happy in his eyes, but he heard Gao Jun say: "Work hard, live!" ”

After finishing speaking, he ruthlessly broke the little girl's palm, walked out of the house without looking back, glanced at the disappointed Miki and said: "Don't send me with these goods, I want soldiers, and women are not needed in Iraq." ”

Miki laughed, he took Gao Jun to open here, naturally he was a little cautious.

Most of the children in this room are seven or eight years old, they are useless, they can't be sold, and they waste food every day, and he clearly marked the price of 5,000 Iraqi dinars per child, which is equivalent to 27 yuan!

Mickey didn't plan to make money from them at all, at best it was just an add-on.

"Warriors? Yes! I'll take you there. He responded casually, and glanced at a horse boy, who bowed his head slightly, and after Gao Jun and the others left, he closed the door and pounced on the little girl with a cruel smile...

"Ahh I want to go home... Mom! ”

……

The terrible cry penetrated into Gao Jun's ears, and his face suddenly changed, and he wanted to speak, but Muhammad knocked his wrist without moving.

"Hey..."Gao Jun sighed helplessly, only to speed up his pace, and couldn't bear to listen to the voice again.

Miki swept Gao Jun's pale face, his heart was as refreshing as eating chilled bayberry, he was depressed, and finally regained a little face, he also hummed the Iraqi poll in his mouth, and walked into the last room with Gao Jun and the two.

There are a lot of people in this room, the closer it is to 100 square meters, and the people in it are not free-range, but are locked in special wooden cages, and there are three or five armed guards standing around.

"What is this?" Gao Jun was slightly stunned.

Mickey was very proud, "These are the elites sent from all over the world, look at that old man..."

Gao Jun followed his fingers and saw an elegant old man who looked very Indian, drooping his head and looking half-dead.

"He is an expert at the Indian Institute of Atmospheric and Oceanic Research, enjoys high government subsidies, and is a rare environmental research talent." Mickey was very proud.

"Huh?" Gao Jun was stunned, "What is this cannon fodder sent to Iraq for?" ”

"A shipwreck salvage organization wanted to get him, and paid 500,000 US dollars, I found a few people in India, and I tied him up directly."

Gao Jun's face twitched, this is an understatement, but he can probably step on it, it must be the chaebol in India, and even scientific researchers can sell it, no wonder the third brother still eats with his hands now.

His gaze moved, and the people in this cage were either old, strong and fierce, or confused and weeping.

Suddenly, Gao Jun's eyes froze, pointing to a white-bearded Taoist priest with Dao Ji near the corner, and he was not sure: "That's Chinese?" ”

Mikey was slightly embarrassed, covered his mouth and coughed slightly, and nodded: "That old man got a mistress of the Black Society in Bangui, Central Africa, and was sold, if you want, I can give you a twenty-percent discount." ”

Walking in front of the white-bearded old man, Gao Jun whistled, but the other party was stunned and didn't react, he was slightly stunned, stretched out his hand and pushed the other party, the latter's body trembled, and he opened his eyes in a daze, and there was still eye feces hanging from the corners of his eyes.

Gao Jun couldn't laugh or cry a little, yes! This "master" is still asleep, and his heart is a little too big.

"Huh? Isn't Lao Dao in iQue? Why here. The Taoist priest muttered, shaking the cage and looking at Gao Jun with blank eyes, "This layman, I don't know if you can let me out." ”

Gao Jun saw that this Taoist priest's eyes flickered, and he was also amused in his heart, and shook his hand and pointed at Miki, "If you can come out, you have to ask him." ”

The Taoist priest shrank his head, scolded MMP in a low voice, and blushed, "Ju... This little brother, we are both Chinese nobles, Xiaodao I am now being humiliated by the barbarians, you can't see death without saving it. ”

This Taoist priest seems to have read ancient books for a few years, and when he pulled up the text, his mouth was full of sourness, and Gao Jun's goosebumps rose when he listened to it.

"It depends on whether you have value or not, I don't raise waste."

"I know astronomy at the top, geography at the bottom, five hundred years before, and a thousand years after the Tao..."The Taoist priest patted his chest and began to spit on it.

Gao Jun's brain was numb, and he couldn't help but take out the Walter P38 pistol, open the insurance, put it on the Taoist priest's head, and gritted his teeth: "If you brag again, believe it or not, Lao Tzu will destroy you with one shot." ”

"Strong... If you have something to say, it's good to say. The old Taoist priest was so frightened that he hurriedly raised his hand, and his eyes widened, "Xiaodao, I have a little kung fu and know nine chapters of arithmetic..."

Fist and foot kung fu?

Gao Jun's eyes lit up, as long as it wasn't waste, he already had the will to rescue this guy, after all, in this place in Baghdad... I hadn't seen a Chinese for a long time, and he asked so much, just to give Muhammad an explanation.

"Okay! My company still lacks a gatekeeper, would you like to follow me? ”

"Willing and willing, as long as the little brother tells me, I will do anything."

…

Gao Jun turned his head and shouted at Mikey, "Hey, clown, how much is this old man?" ”

Mikey held out a finger, and Gao Jun asked suspiciously, "A hundred dollars?" ”

“NONONO！ 1,000 dollars. ”

"Grass!" Gao Jun couldn't help but burst into foul language when he heard the price, pointed at the old Taoist priest, and said swearingly: "This old man, you told me about a thousand dollars of medicine?" Leave it to the clown, you to be the turtle master, Muhammad, let's go, who else did you say last time is in the slave business? ”

Muhammad moved slightly, and added with a tacit understanding: "I have a relationship with Abbott of Canada. Armstrong got in touch and they said we were always welcome to inspect the goods. ”

"Fack!"

Mikey jumped to his feet, cursed, and then looked at Gao Jun, "Chinese, Abbott. Armstrong is a bat from North America who can't wait to suck your dollars dry. ”

"But you're too expensive." Gao Jun shook his head helplessly, "This old man is so expensive, and I also do business with you, after all, my arms company is expanding, and more people will be needed in the future." ”

"Arms Company" Mikey's mind began to liven, his face smiled even more happily, and he called him affectionately, "Gao, this rule can't be broken, but we are good friends, I think we can do business with each other." ”

"For example?" Gao Jun asked rhetorically.

"You sell me some arms at a low price, and I can give it to you by this old man, and if you continue to do business in the future, I will give you a 20% discount." Mickey gritted his teeth, flesh aching.

Gao Jun's eyebrows twitched, why was this clown suddenly so generous?

He doesn't think the other party is a fool, and being able to gain a firm foothold in a chaotic place like Iraq shows that he is smart.

Inside... There must be secrets.