The sky is blue, the earth is yellow, and there are no other colors to be seen here except blue and yellow.

Gao Jun curled up in the back seat.

Paul's body had already been settled by Taylor, and he had found a marker outside Jubail to bury it, and when later, he might come to visit the grave.

It's just a dead person.

gave Frago some money, and it was proved that the other party was a "burglar" and Gao Jun was the victim.

See...

If you have money, you can do whatever you want!

Ambrera, who was driving, glanced at the boss in the rearview mirror, and in the morning they heard gunshots and rushed over to see a corpse.

They were all experienced people, and it was clear at a glance that the deceased had been "sneak attacked" from behind, shot five times in the same place, and acted ruthlessly and decisively.

It seems that this boss... It's not simple, either.

"Where?" Gao Jun suddenly spoke coldly.

Ambrera came back to his senses, "There are still more than 50 kilometers to Riyadh, and we can reach it in about 40 minutes." ”

"Well, Taylor has found a hotel with us, you can just follow the address." Gao Jun patted him on the shoulder and handed over a piece of paper with the location written on it.

When he had finished speaking, he closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

But all I could think of was Paul's dead eyes.

If you want to live, you can't be naïve, you rely on the three elements, you are cowardly, you are not righteous, and you betray your brothers!

Are you wrong?

Maybe...

Animals can kill each other for a bite to eat, let alone people?

It's not that I haven't tried, I've tried to keep to myself, work hard, earn a little bit of money, but if you ask those bankers, those capitalists, I save every penny, and the result?

They said that if the interest rate is raised, I will have to work hard and desperately to provide for a house, and even die on top of a house for the rest of my life.

Rich people, playing tricks on us!

I can't resist, I'm being pressed to the ground like a bitch, what can I do?

I had to come out and sell it, wrap myself with the money I sold, and sell it to higher people, so...

I'm going to be rich.

The most shameless, insidious, and vicious praise in the world is to use the hardships and sufferings of the poor as inspirational stories to fool the people at the bottom.

Teachers and parents will only educate you to study hard and study hard, but will they tell you why you study?

It's not about getting a decent job yet, it's not about the fucking money!

There is only one truth in this world.

The truth of the rich.

Moral norms are used to restrain the poor, Gao Jun doesn't want to be a poor person, fuck morality, people say that money is evil, but everyone is for money, people say that women are red-faced and troublesome, which rich person doesn't look for women?

Gao Jun's chest rose and fell, and he took a deep breath.

Slowly open your eyes and look out at the sea level through the window.

You say I'm ungrateful, I say you, you deserve to be poor!

Gao Jun's voice was the only one he could hear, "Humanity is not worth the $200,000, Paul!" ”

The sky suddenly darkened.

Cover all the deserts.

An off-road vehicle, in the yellow sand, went straight away.

No one knows where the end will be, but it will definitely be there!

……

At seven o'clock in the evening, I arrived in Riyadh, and the nightlife in Saudi Arabia is very quiet, and there are no bars, KTVs and other entertainment venues.

Gao Jun and his entourage went directly to the hotel.

Wait until 4 o'clock in the afternoon of the next day before leaving for the airport.

Stuck on time to get on the plane.

"Welcome aboard." The flight attendant stood at the door of the cabin and said politely.

Gao Jun glanced at it, the Egyptian girl was good, convex and backward, and he replied with a smile, "Thank you." ”

Walking forward along the flow of people, the positions of the four people were attached together, Gao Jun was in the innermost, opened the small curtains, and could see the ground staff waving goodbye below.

The plane sprints, and then it feels like it's hanging in the air, and it soars into the sky.

The turbulent air flow made Gao Jun uneasy.

If you have an idea in your head, you won't be knocked down!

After about half an hour, it gradually calmed down, and he breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Ambrera next to him, and smiled wryly, "I'm actually a little afraid of heights." ”

"I used to be the same when I was at SFG, but then I overcame it."

"What's the solution?"

"When you learn how to skydive, it's very exciting... The best way to face fear is to embrace and overcome it. ”

As soon as Gao Jun heard this, he knew that this method was not suitable for him, and shrugged, "Maybe, but I think I will never jump from a plane in my life, it's crazy." ”

"What do you need, sir?" At this time, the stewardess pushed the car over, and Gao Jun raised his head, which happened to be the one at the door just now.

"I want Pepsi, add a piece of ice, thank you."

The stewardess nodded, helped him pour on, handed it over with both hands, and after serving Ambrera and the others, she pushed the car forward.

"Isn't it pretty?" Gao Jun turned his head and asked.

"Very nice, like Diane. Ryan. Rune answered, staring at the other person's figure, and added, "Especially the ass." ”

The common problems of perverts are all the same.

But Gao Jun can't stand the body odor of European women, especially after reaching age, the rising weight.

In the early 90s...

The beauties of Xiangjiang are also beautiful.

Riyadh is about 2,800 kilometers from Kabul, and the plane flew in the sky for more than six hours, landing at Kabul International Airport at about 1 a.m.

Looking out the window.

There was silence.

Armed men can be seen patrolling in pickup trucks, and the "artifact" - 107mm rocket launchers can be towed behind the cars.

Several armed men armed with firearms smoked cigarettes and pointed at the passengers who stepped out of the cabin, their faces undisguised with greed and lust.

You can feel the commotion inside the passengers.

But Gao Jun took a deep breath.

"It's the taste of freedom!"

He seemed to smell the dollar, and the opportunity.

"Boss, the safest hotel in Kabul is called the Galsworth Hotel, which is only about 6 kilometers from the airport, and the soldiers below can send us there if we need it, but it costs 50 US dollars, and they will transport it uniformly."

Ambrera was a professional, and he had already found his way around before he arrived, asking everything from accommodation to hospital.

Sure enough, Gao Jun saw a small bus full of dust and bullet holes parked below, and passengers kept getting on the bus and occupying positions.

"Let's go too."

A bearded man with a Type 56 submachine gun and a cigarette in his mouth said in English, "money."

This word, the pronunciation is very accurate.

Gao Jun gave 200 US dollars, a little painful, these people are really good at business, he is sure, they must eat at both ends, and the hotel over there will also give kickbacks.

That's $50!

Whoever can occupy the airport can earn tens of thousands of dollars every day just by collecting money from the people who get off the flight, no wonder the battle around the airport is almost a small fight every three days, and a big fight every ten days.

After the four of Gao Jun got into the car, there were no vacant seats inside, and those militants were quite safe, and stopped the people who were about to get on the bus and told them to wait for the next shift.

This is not to be overloaded.

Overloaded, the RPG will be wiped out.

Gao Jun found a place to sit down, and there was a pool of dried blood next to him, and the smell of diesel fuel filled the air.

The minibus runs out of the airport.

Finally seeing what Kabul looks like...

A huge portrait of Su Xunzong hangs on the wall that has been blown through by shells, and it is full of bullet holes, and the road is full of refugees, slumped like ants at night.

Watching the minibus come out, there was obviously a commotion.

Gao Jun, who was sitting in the car, heard a burst of gunshots, and there was an exclamation in the car, and he saw an armed man sitting in the co-pilot open the window and shoot outside!

The refugees, who could not dodge, were killed and wounded.

Looking at the refugees fleeing from the desert, the armed men let out an excited laugh.

Afghanistan in wartime...

It is full of depression, death, and tragedy of not being able to struggle.

A paradise for the disordered.

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