Johannesburg, South Africa.

At a round table, twelve well-dressed people of all colors with certain identities sat quietly in front of the round table and waited.

The round table is located halfway up the mountainside, there are no villas, no pools, and nothing extravagant. Because it was simply an empty cliff platform jutting out of the mountainside, the only building was a wooden house facing the platform.

The walls of the hut were covered with the carcasses of all kinds of wild beasts, as well as dazzling skins: lions, elks, wolves......

"Tuk tuk tuk ......" came the sound of high heels.

This is a beautiful woman with a slender body and silver-white hair. Maybe it's Ukrainians, maybe it's the race of some Nordic country. But no matter what race she is, her silver-white hair with a touch of pale blonde gives her a noble and arrogant temperament.

Coupled with her high nose bridge and slightly indifferent cheeks, extremely straight legs, and round buttocks, especially the fact that there is not the slightest gap between her legs and buttocks, even if she walks around, there is no gap, makes all men have an urge to conquer.

A cold and arrogant woman, a delicate woman!

But the twelve people sitting around the round table stood up at the same time when they saw the woman, and looked at them in awe.

"Sit down." The woman waved her hand faintly and motioned for everyone to sit down.

The twelve sat down, their eyes fixed on the woman's face, waiting for the other to speak.

"Lord William is resting, so it's inconvenient to come out, and I'll act as an agent for something." The woman smiled slightly, gently shook off her silver-white hair, pointed to a rhinoceros at the door of the wooden house, and said, "Lord William was really tired yesterday to hunt this rhinoceros. We can't disturb his rest, can we? ”

Lord Wilhelm, this kind of title is completely what medieval Europe became called, and it gives people an awkward feeling when they are called here. No, it's awkward to call it out in the current society.

But none of the twelve people at the round table felt awkward, they had long been accustomed to being called Lord William. The leaders of the African Round Table are called Adults, the leaders of the European Round Tables are also called Adults, and the leaders of the Asian Round Tables are also called Adults.

"Lady Nakorulu, why don't we see Master William all the time?" A middle-aged man spread his hands and asked, "We haven't seen Master William for four years, and we haven't seen him at the official round table." Is Lord William sick? Or ......"

"Hehehe, Mr. Kemp, you are too worried, Lord William is not sick, on the contrary, he is in very good health." The woman named Nakorulu smiled slightly, looked around and whispered, "Lord William is not in a good mood, he is very dissatisfied with your behavior!" ”

As soon as these words came out, the faces of the twelve people in front of the round table changed greatly.

"Of course, that doesn't mean you're doing badly. On the contrary, I think you have done a good job of coming up with the most suitable plan at the most appropriate time, but-" Nakorulu's face changed, and she stood in front of the round table and looked around in a deep voice, "How did you manage to do this with thousands of troops that could not kill dozens of people?" ”

The dull voice was full of dissatisfaction, and there was a hint of sternness. The dissatisfaction is not severe, and it is even said that there is a strong murderous intent in the harshness.

"The strength of the Nigerian rebels is too weak, and the strength of those Orientals is too strong, in short, ......" another middle-aged man wearing a cowboy hat said helplessly: "We at the African Round Table do not have our own armed forces, and all the armed forces we can borrow will have to pay a certain price." If we can have our own armed forces, if we can control an armed force, it will be very easy. ”

This is the Africa Round Table, which represents the core body of the Round Table in Africa. Sitting around the circle are all people who are qualified to participate in the African Round Table, each of them is responsible for a region, each has his or her own clear position and interests, and each person is a leader of the round table in a region.

"It's impossible, Mr. Everson." Still standing there, Nakorulu shook her head and said, "If we are going to build up our own armament, I'm afraid we will be completely purged next." This is not allowed, absolutely not allowed! ”

"So what should we do now?" Another arms dealer said helplessly: "We have lost a lot to meet the demands of the Nigerian rebels. There were only a few people, but suddenly dozens of people appeared, and these dozens of people were terrifying! ”

To deal with Xiao Yuanchao and these people, the African Round Table paid the price. They don't need money, they just need weapons to get an army to work for them. I thought that Yiqiē was under control, but no one expected that there were suddenly more people on the other side, and they were all outrageous.

When the Nigerian rebels failed quickly, it meant that their efforts were completely unrewarded.

All are for the sake of profit, and all are held together under the same interests.

To calm the chaos at the East African Round Table, everyone sitting here has done their part.

"So things are tricky." Nakolulu smiled slightly, stepped on his high heels and said with a smile: "But if this matter cannot be solved, the consequences will be unimaginable." I'm not a member of the Round Table, and I don't have to take the consequences, but you ...... Gentlemen, with all due respect, the African battlefield must not be disrupted, this is the requirement from above, although I think this demand is very unpleasant. ”

After a pause, Nakorulu walked to the edge of the protruding cliff and let the mountain breeze blow her silver-white hair, staring at the forest in the distance, and the modern city in the distance.

"Maybe you don't realize that the war in Africa is changing little by little, and the root of the change lies in those Orientals." Nakorulu continued, "They won't maintain the balance we want to maintain. Once the balance is broken, I am afraid that everyone here will face ......"

Nakorulu turned gracefully and stared at the arms dealers around the round table with a pair of beautiful green eyes, smiling silently.

Breaking the balance means shuffling the cards, and the round table across Africa has to be shuffled. Because at that time, no one knows where war will break out, and the place where war will break out is the focus of their interests.

When this focus becomes more numerous, there will be an influx of new people to replace or squeeze them. And at that time, it was the time to shuffle the cards, who would be washed out of whom, who could stay, I'm afraid no one could say......

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