Gao Jun tugged on the co-pilot's pull ring.

The buggy followed the camel procession closely.

He still gave money, and in the desert, you have to trust the Bedouins, they are professional.

"Sir, I don't feel like they're any good people." Newman said coldly.

Gao Jun glanced at him and said in a muffled voice, "Do you think we look alike?" ”

"Uh..."

This rhetorical question left Newman speechless.

yes, we're bastards, and we're bastards too!

"As long as it's there, no matter how bastard, I can make him believe in God." Gao Jun confidently patted the MAC11 submachine gun.

"But they believe in Huakbar,"

Gao Jun turned around angrily and put the muzzle of the gun on Newman's head, "You say, what do you believe now!" ”

"I... I believe in Buddhism, Amitofor, no, no, no, Taoism? Confucius? ”

Newman was so frightened that the Chinese rushed out, raised his hand and hurriedly said.

"Shut your foul mouth, I want to knock your teeth off with one shot!" Gao Jun glared at him viciously.

He just wanted to make a point.

God can't change your faith, bullets can.

Simpson looked up and grinned silently from the rearview mirror.

Newman gestured to him.

"Why did they stop?" Gao Jun saw the bearded man who had just collected the money in front of him climb down from the camel and trotted over, his head covered with sweat, "Mr. Yuri, we need to stay in the camp tonight." ”

Gao Jun raised his head, looked at the sun, and then at his watch.

"The Sharif of the tribe said that a new sandstorm was gathering and that we could not hurry, that the desert at night was dangerous, and that the emir (tribal commander) had ordered us to leave again tomorrow."

In fact, after 1924, the titles of these nobles were messed up, as long as they were the commanders of a certain tribe or cluster, they dared to call themselves emirs, you know, the head of Kuwait was only this title.

Even the strongman did not dare to put a title on his head.

This should be the monkey king after the collapse of Lile.

Gao Jun didn't understand any of this either, he just felt fucked up now.

This service has a bad review.

"At the camp we prepared water and food to welcome guests from afar."

When Gao Jun heard this, his face was cautious, "Mr. Rabe, do you need money for these?" ”

"Ahem, cough, cough..."

"Mr. Yuri, no, these are our guests' welcome."

Fortunately, there are no value-added charges.

Otherwise, Gao Jun thought it was a new type of fraud.

However, it doesn't seem to make a difference!

Following Rabe's guidance, the off-road vehicle drove up a sand dune, and the scene in front of them made Gao Jun and others feel deeply shocked.

Dozens of tents are lined up, and you can hear the lively crowd, and children in disshi (white robes) are constantly running by, followed by small camels.

"Welcome to the Elder Fetur Tribe, this is our home!" Rabe stood next to him and happily introduced.

The afterglow of the sky shrouded the tribe.

This scene is really beautiful.

"How many people are here?" Gao Jun asked coldly.

"700 people!"

A look of chagrin suddenly appeared on Gao Jun's face.

Grass!

I knew that when I met these people, I would have bought some sunscreen before I met them, not to mention that people in the desert didn't want them, as long as the price was low enough, they would definitely buy it.

It's a big deal to get a few tons from a small black workshop and put it in a box, $5 a box, it's not expensive, right?

This business...

Ran away from the hand.

Just as he was annoyed, the group walked into the tribe, and two pickup trucks caught his attention, covered with tarpaulins, and there were constant stains of dirty water dripping from them, and the air smelled fishy.

"Those are the friends of the emir, who often come to the desert and hire us to be their guides." Rabe lowered her voice, "Don't go near them, they're not very friendly. ”

Of course, Gao Jun is not the kind of person who finds fault, nodded and retracted his gaze, people walk outside, as long as they understand the three elements.

It's my!

It's your business!

When you see that the situation is not good, run quickly!

As long as you keep these three things in mind, you can basically survive.

Gao Jun followed Rabe two steps, and suddenly turned back to Newman and said, "You go to the car and follow Simpson, and I'll just go in by myself." ”。

Newman was quick, looked at the tribe, and nodded.

This is someone's territory!

Who knows what they will think?

But after all, it would be undignified not to come to visit, as long as the Simpsons are there, and the Bedouins are also bogeyed, the most important thing is that you have to let others understand that you are not helpless.

"Give me the gun." Gao Jun said.

Newman pulled out a Glock pistol from behind his clothes, and an expansion magazine from his pocket, handing over 40 rounds.

Rabe frowned when he saw this.

"I like to take toys with me when I go out, you know, the United States is very messy, and if I go out, I will be killed, my brother and brother will be killed, and I can only feel at ease when I hold it." Gao Jun is full of nonsense.

"Here you can rest assured of your safety."

"Of course I do." Gao Jun pinned the gun to his waist and said with a smile, "Let's go, go and meet the respected emir." ”

When others think you're dangerous, you'd better be really dangerous!

Don't try anything to hold your breath and wait to slap someone in the face, do you have other people's bullets fast, lions know how to fight rabbits, and use all their strength, let alone people?

Rabe hesitated for a moment, and looked at Gao Jun carefully, he shouldn't be like a psychopath, killing people if he doesn't agree with him, right?

"Let's go."

Walking into the tribe, there were children who jumped out and shouted Rabe's name, and it was clear that he was a good person here.

Bringing Gao Jun to the central tent, Rabe looked back at him, stood outside and shouted in Arabic, only to hear a voice from inside a few seconds later.

"Let's go inside."

Rabe lifted the curtain, revealing the scene inside.

I saw a middle-aged man in a robe sitting on the first seat, his eyes were deep, and there was a man sitting in his lower hand, brown race, similar to a Melanesian, the other party was wearing dark green military pants and a scar on his cheek.

It doesn't look like a good person!

"Distinguished guests, welcome to the beautiful desert, you can call me Nasser." Emir stood up and said with a smile.

"Hello, sorry to interrupt."

"Every life lost in the desert should be respected, and you can meet Rabe and they are also the guide of Huakbar."

When a bearded man talks to you about your faith, you have to show that you care enough, and Gao Jun bows his head and praises.

When you get to a place, you have to fit in.

In the Western world, Gao Jun believes in God, and in Africa he believes in tradition, of course, if you want him to believe in Buddhism in the West, that's okay, give money, his discipline is very expensive.

"This is my friend, Varane."

Gao Jun nodded at him, and then introduced himself, "My name is Yuri, and I am a businessman. ”

"Ordinary businessmen don't come to the desert at will." Varane's tone was stiff and old-fashioned.

Nasser also looked at him curiously.

Gao Jun looked at the two of them, nodded with a smile, took out his business card, and handed it over with both hands, "I am an arms dealer, and I am looking for customers for my boss." ”

Arms dealer!

It's still a tall name.

Ordinary people would definitely be frightened when they heard this, but Varane was only surprised, as could be seen from Gao Jun's dress.

It's a bad intermediary.

Or a dead intermediary!

Nasser took the business card and looked at Gao Jun deeply with a frown.

What kind of eyes are these?

It seems like... Have business coming to your door?

Gao Jun's intuition told him that this kid must have something to say.

"Sure enough, where there is war, there will never be a shortage of you." Varane said.

"Sir, please don't be discriminatory, it's not that we started the war, we're just salesmen of goods, I'm not responsible for where my customer uses the gun, maybe, he uses it to commit suicide, of course, before committing suicide, we will kindly remind you not to put the muzzle of the gun too close to the temple, it's easy to burn." Gao Jun still said with a smile.

Service industry.

Don't laugh at what you do.

Varane glanced at him, silent, he wasn't in a good business anyway.

"If you need it, you can contact me at any time, and if you need anything, I will find a way to get it for you." Praise Haikou first.

Gao Jun's eyes swept over a shotgun behind Nasser's back.

Winchester M1897 shotgun!

Very classic old style.

Is he preaching his own force? Or is it just a trinket?

Gao Jun didn't know, but if he was not mistaken, Varane was an animal hunter, and the pickup truck might contain the carcasses of wild beasts.

Large Bedouins are active in the belly of the desert, but they are living more and more chic, how can Nasser not engage in "part-time" and "side jobs"?

700 people eat people, and every day it is money.

Do you think whoever digs a shovel is oil?

Gao Jun now wanted to say to Nasser, "Big brother, you are a robber, you can't buy some weapons?" ”

After he finished the introduction, seeing that the other party didn't react, he sighed in his heart, and just as he was about to speak, he listened to Nasser.

"Can I take a look at your goods?"

"Of course!"

"They must be glad to be inspected by the Venerable Emir!"

……