"Kabaeva, you help Aishwarya into the hotel, don't stay outside......"

Seeing that Mustafina had made a move, Shakru hurriedly stopped Kabaeva's movements, this is worthy of the fucking Sin City, it can be robbed at the door of the hotel, Kabaeva opened the suitcase here, maybe it could attract a gang of robbers.

Mustafina had already run to the black boy's side, bent down and pulled a knife from the boy's lap, and a scream followed.

"**, this waiter is stupid?"

Shakru glanced at the waiter at the door of the hotel, the black guy actually turned a blind eye to what had just happened, and was diligently trying to help Kabaeva get the suitcase, but was pushed away by Kabaeva, who knows where this person will take the suitcase?

Shakru sighed softly, knowing that South Africa was not safe, but he didn't expect it to be so chaotic, even at the door of the hotel, he couldn't guarantee the safety of the guests.

"Boss, what should I do with this person?" By the time Shakru arrived at Mustafina, Mustafina had already subdued the black boy, who had just stabbed the boy in the thigh with a knife, and had now torn off the boy's clothes, bandaged him briefly, and stopped the bleeding.

However, the black boy's hands and feet were also tied up by Mustafina, and the little boy kept shouting and scolding in the local language, with an unruly expression.

"Forget it, let him go......" Shakru carefully looked at the child, that is, thirteen or fourteen years old, with a hint of immaturity on his face, and when he opened his mouth to curse, he showed a mouthful of snow-white teeth. However, on the boy's face, there would be a look of pain from time to time, and it was obvious that Mustafina's knife had caused the little guy to suffer a lot.

Seeing the boy's eyes full of hatred, Shakru sighed, took out his wallet from his trouser pocket, took out a dozen or so dollars of one hundred denominations, squatted down, stuffed them into the little boy's tattered clothes, and said in English: "Don't rob anymore, be a good man"

"Mustafina, let him go, let's go......" Shakru shook his head, pulled Mustafina, who was still a little indignant, and said, "What are you and a child called?" ”

Shakru felt that Mustafina's reaction was a bit excessive, this is not in his own country, if someone is injured and taken away by the police, maybe the embassy will have to come forward to solve it, Shakru does not want to cause these troubles.

"Kid?" Mustafina sneered and said: "Boss, in a place like Africa, don't do such a thing in the future, otherwise you will be remembered, African children are sometimes more terrible than adults, one of my instructors was on a special mission in Africa, because he rescued a child whose leg was broken by a mine, and was stabbed by others, if it wasn't for her life, she would have died a long time ago!" ”

After listening to Mustafina's story, Shakru suddenly remembered a documentary he had seen in his previous life, which was about African baby soldiers, which could be described as extremely cruel.

According to the above, in the armies of Congo, Uganda, Liberia and other African countries, all captured children are regularly injected with ****** or other maddening drugs, and those who refuse are immediately killed. In 2004, there were about 130,000 Girl Scouts in Africa.

The atrocities committed by these drug-soaked teenagers were so appalling that they even cut open the lower abdomen of pregnant women with bayonets. In order to solicit merit and reward, these "boy scouts" killed innocent people, young and old, and cut off their hands, feet, and heads to sacrifice to their leaders. The child soldiers ** girls are often raped first and then killed. They also castrate the genitals of government police officers and try to trick them.

In the eyes of these child soldiers, there is no good or evil, and they only worship and obey their leaders or chiefs, because from these people, they can get drugs to control them. In order to train the Scouts for their violent tendencies, they are sometimes asked to kill their own parents, friends, and drink their blood.

During Sierra Leone's decade-long civil war, rebel leaders forcibly conscripted nearly 10,000 child soldiers between the ages of 9 and 15, armed with AK47 rifles that had been eliminated from Asia, dressed in camouflage uniforms, and smoked, drank and played with women like adults.

After the end of the civil war, these surviving child soldiers, in addition to war and killing, they no longer know how to survive, many people died from drugs, and many more people threw themselves into the country where there was still war, and continued to kill and go crazy.

Shakru knew these things, of course, Mustafina knew better, South Africa is not far from those war-torn countries, because Mustafina is very vigilant, the ghost knows if this black boy is a child soldier who fled to South Africa from other countries?

"Sir, thank you" Just when Shakru and Mustafina were thinking nonsense, the boy's voice suddenly came from behind him, and there was a slight whimper, Shakru was stunned for a moment, waved his hand, and said: "Let's go, don't do this again......" The black boy stood up, bowed deeply to Shakru, and then limped into the darkness.

"How? As long as it's human, you still know how to do it......" Shakru patted Mustafina on the shoulder and walked into the opulent hotel lobby.

However, Shakru was in a better mood, but after entering the hotel, he was completely damaged again. As soon as he entered the lobby of the hotel, he found Kabaeva arguing with the waiter who had just stood by at the door, and Aishwarya had an indignant look on her face.

"Boss, does this person still have the face to tip? He didn't care if we were robbed, he didn't let him carry the box just now, he had to say that he was serving us, and he had to collect a tip......"

"Roll"

Before Shakru could speak, Mustafina on the side couldn't suppress her anger, stepped forward and pushed the tall waiter aside, and said in English: "If you don't want to die, stay away from us......" Mustafina, who has always looked more lazy, was murderous at the moment, a cold light appeared in her eyes, and the black waiter who was watching retreated again and again.

PS: Some book friends said in the book review area that I changed the inner group from rewarding to full subscription, which is not friendly enough to friends who used to join the group. Here I will explain,Although I bought a QQ member,Expand the group to thousands of people,But a while ago it was almost full,In order to be able to vacate the space,I had to clear some people,Then I naturally want to stay friends who have been subscribed to support me,This is understandable! (To be continued.) )