The macaron's car drove slowly, slowly because the macaron could not stand and could only sit there. Completely paralyzed from chest down, he sat on the saddle of the car with two hands grasping the specially welded armrest in front of him.

The jeep slowly stopped, Macaron took off the sunglasses on his face, and his eyes locked on Xiao Yuanchao.

"See you again." The macaron made a calm sound.

Physically paralyzed, he was much calmer than before. His face began to become vicissitudes, and his eyes began to reveal wisdom, and when these two breaths were mixed together, the macaron's former voice was changed and became calm.

This is the precipitation, and no one knows how the macarons came over after being paralyzed. He may be facing a mutiny, an internal seizure of power, an assassination, and so on.

After all, in African society, people worship the strong. Perhaps the intact macaron is strong, and no one in the Liberal Party can disobey him. But when he was paralyzed, it was equivalent to rolling off the altar.

And now the macarons are sitting here intact, wearing a well-fitting suit, their hair meticulously arranged, their nails clean, and their bodies exude a clean and refreshing atmosphere.

He was also Marshal Macaron, the leader of the Somali Liberal Party.

"Marshal Macaron." Xiao Yuanchao nodded at the macaron and said with a smile: "We met again, and I look good." ”

"Hehe, it's okay. Forgive me for not being able to get out of the car, because you hit me in the spine back then, and I was confined to a wheelchair for the rest of my life. Macaron narrowed his eyes lightly and continued: "I haven't been very comfortable in the past two years, just like a lion has lost its strong limbs, and you will never experience that feeling. ”

It was still a calm and powerful voice, but this voice was full of unspeakable pain. The pain is deep, just like a lion on the grassland staring at the endless expanse of silent **** wounds after his limbs are broken.

I want to stand up, but I can never get up.

"So you're here for revenge?" Xiao Yuanchao stared at Macaron.

"That's right, I'm here for revenge." Macaron pulls out a cigar and lights it on his mouth.

"Hiss ......"

The tobacco burns and makes a hissing sound.

The macarons who sat there smoking cigars were like a master, and Xiao Yuanchao's lives were in his hands.

But in fact, he was the master, dozens of guns were aimed at Xiao Yuanchao and his party, as well as the large-caliber heavy machine gun in the car. As long as you shoot in a group, no one will want to run away.

"Revenge is right, but are you sure you can kill us?" Xiao Yuanchao's eyes showed a fierce look, and he said to Macaron: "Don't smoke cigars in front of me, the last thing I like to see is others smoking in front of me." If you think you can slaughter us all, let's get started. But I can guarantee that you will die today! ”

This is a cruel word, but it is definitely not a cruel word. The quest for revenge has come, and even if it is death, the macaron must be killed.

Although there are so many guns, it only takes one move to kill macarons. Xiao Yuanchao will use his body to make a barrier to block Li Linglong's body, and Li Linglong will complete the killing blow!

This can be successful, it can be successfully achieved.

"Marshal Macaron, I'll give you a Jianyì." Marcus spoke, "The old feud is over, and the matter itself is caused by you. Stop holding on to it, we should solve this problem in a peaceful way. Believe me, when your people are left homeless, the Angel Shelter will open its doors to you, and in fact we have always opened our doors to everyone. ”

This is Marcus' strength, and he has built credibility in Kenya. Everyone will rely on his angelic shelter as a last resort, regardless of the unilateral armed group.

It is precisely because of this that Marcus has a very important say here.

"Oh? What can you give? Three meals a day, to maintain immortality? Hehehe......" Macaron shook his head and smiled: "Mr. Godfather, many things are not as simple as you think. ”

After saying this, Macaron gently raised his right hand.

With the raising of his right hand, all personnel waited for his right hand to fall. When it fell, the gunshots would explode, beating Xiao Yuanchao and these people into pulp.

"Don't be impulsive, killing us won't do you any good, listen to me, Marshal Macaron. We can talk and discuss, I swear by my credit. ”

"Talk? What is there to talk about? Do I need to talk to you? Macaron suddenly showed an angry face and said loudly: "Do you know how I have come over the past few years? Any idea how much I pay for this? You spared my life back then, but I want to be shot even more! Our homes are ruined, there are corpses all over the ground, there is blood everywhere, do we still need to talk about it? If you had given me weapons and equipment, we wouldn't be where we are! ”

Macaron's love became excited, clutching the handle, the green tendons on his forehead burst out, and he kept roaring.

"My mother died, my father died, my two children died. Sue me, who will pay for this death? At that time, all I wanted was weapons, and with weapons, we could protect our homeland; Without weapons, we are lambs to be slaughtered! ”

"But when you have a weapon, don't you want to kill someone?" Marcus said earnestly, "I know this is a war that can't be stopped, but there are too many killings......

"Shut your mouth, I don't care how many others are killed or injured, I just need to care about how many of our dead and wounded!" Macaron brutally interrupted Marcus's words and gritted his teeth: "Remember where this is, this is Africa, it's Kenya, it's one of the countries with the worst genocide. Somalia is even more chaotic than here, with villages being destroyed every day and a large number of people dying every day! ”

Macaron spoke of the cruelty here, where there was fighting, where villages were destroyed. Genocidal slaughter, a never-ending conflict!

"Don't talk nonsense, if you kill it, start it!" Xiao Yuanchao interrupted Macaron's words and yelled at him: "Don't tell me about your suffering, because it's worthless to me." War never believes in tears, it only believes in butcher knives. Macaron, you have to die today, Lao Tzu will throw the words here now, when you want to kill us, it will be your death! ”

Arrogant, domineering, and confident, in the face of so many guns, Xiao Yuanchao is not a bird at all.

If he had to die here, he would pull out a cushion anyway.

If I die, you must die too!! R1148