The $500,000 was like a piece of meat hanging in front of Wang Bingchang, stimulating him, and that afternoon he found a European and American construction company to form a cooperation, and large equipment rumbled into the factory, and it was a little difficult for such a big movement not to be discovered.

…

In the northwestern corner of the city of Bamako lies a traditional Afro-Malian courtyard.

At the door, there were two children with guns on their backs, wearing desert hats, leaning against the wall and lazily bragging about them, both of whom did not look very old, about fifteen or sixteen years old, but their teeth were flushed with yellow, and their eyes were full of vicissitudes.

And just then, there was a roar from inside the house.

"The boss is angry again, hehe, it looks like someone is going to be unlucky." One of the taller kids sneered.

"I'm almost suffocating here, and I said that I would talk to those dogs in the north, let's stop doing it, my muzzle is about to rust." The other twisted the muzzle of the AK47 a few times with his little finger, saw a layer of jet black on his finger, put it in his mouth and took a deep sip, intoxicated.

At this moment, a black officer wearing a Malian government army uniform ran out of it in a panic with a black face, and turned his head, "Puiti, this is General Acre's order." ”

But who knew that before he finished speaking, a short black man rushed out of it, a scar on his face stretched from the corner of his eye to the corner of his mouth, as his muscles continued to tremble, he looked very hideous, holding a Type 99 machine gun in his hand, and smiling, "Believe it or not, I tied you to a tree and beat you into a sieve." ”

"You... You! The black officer stumbled and fell to the ground, pointing at the other party in horror, "Puetti, I am General Acre's man, if you kill me, General Acre will not let you go." ”

This man is Puetti, the leader of the Green Turbans in Bamako!

"Don't scare me, it's not his turn to do what I want!" Although Puai Ti said this, he still moved the muzzle of the gun down a little, so as not to cause a misfire and kill the other party, although he was not afraid of Acre, but he also did not want to make trouble with the other party.

"Get out!" As soon as Puetti glared, the black officer turned around and ran in fright, the soles of his feet slipped, and he almost fell several times to eat, which led to the laughter of the Green Turbans behind him.

Puai Ti proudly returned to the yard, threw the machine gun to his subordinates, lifted his pants, and suddenly paused, turned his head and asked his subordinates beside him, "What kind of factory is the B404 plot, you go and see, Aka won't let me move, there must be a cat, and the Curikro people are very cunning!" ”

"Yes, sir!"

The henchman ordered a few people to investigate, and after about forty minutes, he ran back in a hurry, sweating profusely, his face was excited, and his speech was a little trembling, "He... Head... That..."

"What the hell are you talking about!" Puati's lungs were about to explode, and he grabbed his henchman's collar and pulled him over, glaring at him, "Say slowly." ”

"I... We found that the place seemed to be going to be built, and it was all large machines, and it looked like a rich boss. The henchman said excitedly.

Puetti also came to be interested, many buildings in Mali do not use large machines at all, only the construction of other governments to help can use large machines, and the Malian government will also send troops to protect, and will warn all forces not to make trouble.

"Are there any guards?"

The henchman's face stiffened, when he brought people over, he didn't dare to approach, so he glanced at the hillside in the distance, and didn't pay much attention, this must not tell the truth, otherwise, he would definitely eat a violent meal, he had this thought in his heart, so he blurted out, "Yes, but not much, I saw about seven or eight people, and they were very scattered." ”

Anyway, he knew that Puetti must have something to think about it, this is a piece of fat that reaches to his mouth!

Sure enough, Puiti's eyes lit up when he heard this, seven or eight people were guarded, this is not worth mentioning at all, but he looks reckless on the outside, but he is actually very cautious, otherwise he would have died long ago in this place in Mali, and his two eyebrows are wrinkled, like two mustaches on his head...

"You take twenty of them as the vanguard at night, and I'll support you behind you."

The henchman's subordinates are actually still scared in his heart, but he understands better that if he refuses this proposal, his head and ass will have to be replaced, and he can only bite the bullet and go next, and he can only hope that the "coin god" can bless himself!

He was a devout fetishist.

This fetishism is actually one of the primitive beliefs before civilization, and the objects of worship usually include four categories: human bodies, objects, idols and amulets. There are natural objects such as stones, branches, wood chips, corpses, etc., as well as man-made objects such as pieces of cloth, old clothes, weapons such as bows and arrows, and tools. These objects are often worshipped because primitive people believed to have spiritual and mysterious supernatural powers, in order to ward off evil spirits and seek blessings. But if the worshippers feel that it is not working, they often discard or destroy it. Fetishism was widespread among the ancient Egyptians, Greeks, and Romans, and still exists in some communities of inhabitants that have not completely departed from their primitive state. In civilized society, there is also the phenomenon of reverence for amulets and "holy relics" and "saints" bones, which is one of the main sects in Mali.

Of course, in the 16th century, this sect was also very popular among the capitalists in Europe and the United States, because they believed in the dollar!

Puetti stipulates that the belief of the Green Turbans must be a coin, rumored to have been left by his grandfather to bless them.

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The night is in Mali, and the night should belong to a different kind of people!

Civilians panicked into their houses, although it may not be safe, but this enclosed space can always bring people a sense of security, of course, it can also be said... Die in another place.

Mali's shooting rate is also high in West Africa, and because of the war-torn environment, most of them are dead, and there are not many follow-ups.

In the dark night, Gao Jun and Peter sat in the dump of the digging truck, smoking cigarettes, two cans of canned beef beside them, and two rifles leaning against each other.

"Don't say it, Peter, it's not safe here, but there's a night view that you can't see anywhere else." Gao Jun tilted his head, pointed to the top of his head and smiled, "In my hometown city, when I look up, the North Star is half missing, and I can't see it at all." ”

Perhaps the Israelites were not very good at humor in their bones, but Peter raised his head and responded perfunctorily, "Well! ”

This made Gao Jun very embarrassed, turned his head to look at Peter, just shook his head with a wry smile, reached out to pick up the canned beef, and tore it up, which just got down his stomach, he suddenly heard an explosion at the door, a cloud of smoke slowly rising, followed by a short gunshot.

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