"Okay, I'll leave this matter to me, I'll help Mr. Peter find a reputable construction team, no one in Mali can deceive me Aka!" Aka held his head high and smiled happily, and at this time the black officer happened to push the door in, he motioned to the other party to wait with his eyes, and continued with a smile, "Mr. Peter, when Mr. Gao is free, I will prepare a table at the Mali Hotel and have a light meal together." ”

"I'll report to my boss." Peter's voice was a little cold on the phone.

"Then I'm sorry for you, okay! I'll get things done for you as soon as possible..."

Aka hung up the microphone, looked up, and looked at the black officer, "Did you find it?" ”

"General, I'll find out some information from the intelligence merchant." The black officer hurriedly handed over the information in his hand and sorted out the language, "Gao Jun is indeed a very powerful arms dealer, and he has also set up a security company with more than 200 employees, most of whom are from the German special forces, and he has a good relationship with the German Ministry of Defense. ”

Aka is not stupid!

The subtext of the last sentence is that Gao Jun is fully capable of recruiting high-quality employees from Germany!

These retired soldiers are what Acre fears.

You know, Mali is not without arms dealers, he doesn't know how many pieces of flesh and bones of small arms dealers he tore in his mouth, most of those people are miscellaneous fish, it is very simple to want black to eat black, once the Russian Alpha special forces once killed more than 100 arms dealers with four people.

Low-level warfare still depends on people.

Aka straightened the beret on his head, depressed in his heart, scolded a Malian slang, and his face was gloomy, "Don't investigate this matter, lest it be discovered by the Chinese, we are now at war with that guy in the West, and weapons and ammunition still have to rely on him." ”

"Understood!" The black officer stood straight.

"This Chinese asked me to help find a construction team, he wants to build a factory, do you have any good suggestions?"

Build a factory? Dollars?

The black officer's eyes lit up, "General, we can give them to Puaiti..."

But before he could finish his words, he was scolded back by Aka, "Are you a fool when you are that Chinese?" ”

"Uhhhh

"What a guy Puetti, huh!" Aka was very dissatisfied with his hands behind his back, just stood by the window, and after about half a cup of tea, he suddenly turned his head, "Didn't I remember that there was a pair of Chinese construction teams who were not in Bamako?" They didn't do the rebuilding of the government building, and the speed and quality were very good. ”

The government building in Bamako is often attacked, this construction team is a must-have, but the engineering team of many countries in Europe and the United States is reluctant to come, mainly for fear of life danger, and at this time, the Chinese engineering team appeared, they walk in various countries, and bear hardships and stand hard work, unlike the uncle of other countries who require a lot, the most critical point is that the speed thief is fast, the quality thief is good!

"I'm going to get in touch!" The black officer hurriedly answered, paused for a few seconds, and when he saw that Aka had no more orders, he hurried away.

Aka was left alone in the office, thinking alone.

……

Wang Bingchang could never have imagined that just when he couldn't bear it and was about to return to China, the Bamako government would take the initiative to introduce him to business.

He is a northerner, 03 years ago in the coastal area to do a construction site, but then the money is really not earnable, he brought a few relatives to Africa to beg for a living, because of its high efficiency, but it can be regarded as a firm foothold, but this ghost place is not safe after all, he still remembers the most clearly, two or three black people with AK47 looted them, 10,000 CFA francs on their bodies, fortunately did not hurt their lives.

The situation in this place is too chaotic.

Most importantly, he learned from the government notice that the person who asked him to build the factory was also a Chinese!

Wang Bingchang was confused, and there are still men begging for food in this place?

And it seems... Are you planning to stay here?

He took a cigarette and decided that he wanted to see what kind of guy it was, beckoned the workers of the engineering team, took two AK47s, and got into a pickup truck, which Wang Bingchang bought for 300 US dollars to protect himself.

With a gun in your hand, don't panic about anything!

…

"Lao Wang! Are you sure it's here? A short man standing next to Wang Bingchang muttered to Trump, carrying an assault rifle on his shoulder, staring at the iron door in front of him with wide eyes, puzzled, and pointed not far away, "Mom sells batches!" Isn't that the government building, this man is very rich. ”

Wang Bingchang scratched the Mediterranean region on his head, "I'll call and ask." ”

The black officer sent him an address with a phone attached to it, squinted, looked at the button, and dialed it.

After ringing for two or three seconds, I heard an English voice on the other side, "Hello!" ”

"Uh... Hello, sell a little bit of a nurse... King. Wang Bingchang struggled to stir up a few words of English, his brain was a little painful, and in a hurry, he puffed out a dialect, "MLGB!" ”

Originally, there was a young man who could speak English, but then the guy felt that there was no future in this poor place, so he went back to his boss's lumber mill to take over, which was also a helpless way.

Just when Wang Bingchang was at a loss, a deep male voice came out of his mobile phone, "You are the construction team found by General Aka, I'll let you open the door, you come in." This voice is very oppressive, and Wang Bingchang sounds like he is facing a big man.

Before he could react, he hung up the phone on the other side, and at the same time, the iron door slowly opened, and Wang Bingchang and others saw four gunmen rushing out, looking up and down vigilantly, and the leader was a white man with deep eyes and inch hair.

"Come in, but weapons aren't allowed in there." Armand said with an English point to AK47.

Although Wang Bingchang didn't understand it very well, he could still see the analogy clearly, and secretly glanced inside, but saw an empty and boundless wasteland, hesitated, and motioned for two workers with guns to put them in the car, and everyone got out of the pickup truck and pointed inside with their thumbs, indicating that they wanted to go in.

Armand looked Wang Bingchang up and down, bowed slightly, and pressed back with an employee.

"Lao Wang, you mother, why does Lao Tzu feel very weak in his heart? How is this like being shot by Ya Press? Someone behind Wang Bingchang muttered in a low voice, and when he was said like this, he was also a little worried in his heart, but after all, he had been in Mali, and he was still calm, and he reluctantly squeezed out a little smile and looked at Armand.

But who knew that the latter suddenly accelerated his pace and walked briskly forward, Wang Bingchang looked over suspiciously, and saw a yellow-skinned young man walking over surrounded by three or four gunmen, while the white man was standing on his left and right with a little deference.

This is the Chinese boss?

So young?

Wang Bingchang was slightly distracted, he was less than twenty-five years old, and he had just graduated from college in China.

Although he hasn't read much, the momentum and indifferent eyes from Gao Jun can't be the rich second generation in China, and these gringos around him don't look like good people, I'm afraid they are doing a desperate business!

As soon as he thought of this, Wang Bingzhong's legs were a little weak.

"Hello, Boss Wang?" Gao Jun stretched out his hand and said softly.

"You... Hello, Boss Gao, don't call me a boss, I'm just a guy who does rough work. Wang Bingchang hurriedly wiped his hands on his body a few times, held them with both hands, and squeezed a smile.

Gao Jun smiled noncommittally, dismantled the new cigarettes, and distributed them to each worker, before he took the root in his mouth, "We are all compatriots, I don't come to you to make a mistake, I want to build a base here, you discuss the specific matters with this Mr. Peter, if the construction period is fast and firm, I will give a reward, but if it is not qualified, I am afraid that Boss Wang will have to run in vain." ”

Seeing that Gao Jun was also good at talking, the big stone in Wang Bingchang's heart fell, and his courage was slightly stronger, "Boss Gao, don't worry, I, Wang Bingchang, can be in this place in Mali with those turtles... cough, foreign friends cooperate, if the quality is not up to par, they will not agree. ”

That's right, it's not like this Africa is YLK who still tells you about the international situation, and the black guys here talk to you about bullets!

It is common for foreign businessmen to be shot dead in Africa, otherwise, what interests do European countries intend to protect by stationing troops?

"Okay! Then you can discuss it with Mr. Peter, and if there is anything he will convey to me. After Gao Jun finished speaking, he turned around and left without the slightest hesitation.

In fact, he was afraid!

He was afraid that when he met his compatriots, he couldn't help but ask about his hometown, but he also understood that at this time, he... A globally wanted criminal!

Rather than let yourself be mediocre and self-inflicted, it's better not to ask!

Wang Bingchang looked at Gao Jun's back strangely, then looked at Peter in front of him, and opened his mouth, what should I say?

Peter took out a small translator from his pocket and said a string to it, Wang Bingchang saw the Chinese translation flashed on the translator, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he sighed in his heart that technology was really developed.

It's just that the next second was frightened by Peter.

"Mr. Wang, we want to build a military base!"

"What? I'm a girl..."Wang Bingchang's hometown words burst out.

……

Martka, Somalia!

This ancient city was founded in the 7th century AD and has a population of less than 60,000. It is the trade center of the rich agricultural region of Ganalai, with industries such as cotton ginning and food. There is a barge port. The main output is bananas. There are roads to Mogadishu and Kismayo. In the late 20th century, it was known as a beach resort, but today it is a devastated victim of war.

Pedestrians in the city carry weapons of all kinds, from NATO goods to small Asian steel cannons, and you can see Somali women standing in the harbor with their children in their arms and looking out to sea in the distance, waiting for the return of the country's heroes!

In the middle of the city is a bustling single-family building with luxurious facilities such as swimming pools.

A black man wearing sunglasses and a bathrobe, next to him was pushed with oil by several blonde beauties, who often came to rub the oil, which caused a lot of laughter.

This is the warlord of Malka - Kofi Atta Amin! 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~