"Deal!" The lieutenant colonel readily agreed, and told Gao Jun his name, "My name is Mopti Pride Tambourine Lieutenant Colonel Baburu." ”

African names are long and hard... It stinks again!

This Mopti is the birthplace, pride is personality, tambourine is a specialty, lieutenant colonel is the rank, and Baburu is the name.

Why don't you call Kameda, Yamai, and Yamashita?

Oh oh oh, you say your mom doesn't mess around in the wilderness? That's right, too.

"I'll stay in this hotel..."Gao Jun looked back at the back, the corners of his eyes twitched slightly, half of the body of this main building was blown up, can this still sleep?

"Don't worry, Mr. Yuri, this place will be blocked with a cover at night, and when I have a chance to renovate it later, it should be no problem to live in." Baburu said with a smile, pausing in his tone, "The walls here are relatively deep and very safe, 12mm bullets can't penetrate them, and the steel bars inside can prevent RPGs to a certain extent, so... It's safe here. ”

Lao Tzu lives in a hotel, not a safe house!

Gao Jun didn't speak, his eyes looked into the distance, and the civilian houses around him had already been razed to the ground, as if there was only one place to live around.

"Overcome! Overcome! I'm here to make money, not to be blessed. He comforted himself in his heart, and reluctantly squeezed out a smile, "Then will you have troops to ensure safety?" ”

"I promise!"

……

"Fucking balls guaranteed!" Gao Jun complained and walked back to the hotel room, which was a mess, and the bullet holes could be connected into the Big Dipper, and any more could directly summon the dragon.

Boris and Evgeny re-laid the mattress, that is, swept away all the broken glass and debris on it, so that they could lie on their stomachs.

"Boss, can you really believe the words of this African?" Bancroft asked in a muffled voice.

"He lives in Africa, he is born to lie, and deception has long been a habit for them, so this is just a way, but it is not a necessary way, you go and contact the local black market, and say that I have a large amount of new weapons in my hands, and the amount is preferred!" Gao Jun crossed his waist, with a cigarette in his mouth, and rubbed his leather shoes on the wall a few times to remove the mud from the soles of his shoes.

Even the Dakar is full of mud.

If it weren't for the fear of HIV here, Gao Jun really planned to find a massage and foot washing point to relax, of course, this was just to wash off the tired mud under his feet.

Looking through the window, the fighting in the distance still did not stop.

The city is like an open sewer, full of garbage and scum, good people, who have long been turned into puppets and corpses in the war.

The war-torn streets, the white smoke in the air, the rebels pouring out of the nest at night, the seemingly lively streets, the loneliness is like a shadow, and death is everywhere.

Here, you can always recruit the poor half to kill the other half, and then the ruler will still be on top!

"Pray for you, Dakar!"

Night is gradually falling.

Chaos will be more chaotic, and misery will be more miserable.

But madness can also be crazier.

With the ability of Boris and other old fritters, the world line was quickly opened up, and you can ask a street woman for 40 West African CFA francs, and they will tell you where Dakar is the most lively.

Church of Saint-Dakar, France!

This is a church built in France in the 60s to "celebrate" Senegal's independence, which is a symbol of "friendship".

Europeans are always such bitches.

They naturally forget the history of enslavement of you, and always think that you should thank them for their generosity in not exterminating you, and naturally think that you should forgive them.

Bitch is dirty with the body, and the world is filthy with the soul.

Even in the midst of war, Africans maintain an "optimistic" attitude, and this church is a place of faith for prayer during the day and a place of Satan at night.

This is the black market in Dakar!

In fact, the black market is not so mysterious, it is a trading market that exists without official permission.

Like the black market in the United States, there are about 700 billion US dollars a year, and even Phoenix has a special black market family, mainly doing acquaintance business.

Of course, not an acquaintance like Hiroshima.

That kind of that, easy to get sick.

Although it is legal to own a gun in the United States, buying a gun also requires registration and background checking, so that once a crime occurs, according to the situation at the scene, one check is accurate, and you can't run away.

When a bullet leaves the chamber, the bullet rotates inside the barrel. Bullet cracks, bullet holes, and abrasions caused by different chambers are different. The difference in bullets is like the difference in human fingerprints. Through these discrepancies, the police were able to track down the weapons.

In this case, a "ghost gun" is very important for criminals.

Small business, honest management.

Pay with one hand, deliver with the other.

Late night secret room, buy more discounts.

Of course, that's relative to a country with laws, and in a place like Africa, the black market sells everything you can sell!

When Gao Jun and his party came here, it was very lively!

Covering up is what literati and writers need to do, they are all poor enough to sin to eat, where do you need any b-face?

As for whether or not to wear a mask?

You think it's going to be a party?

Moreover, with so many people, who knows you?

Don't think too much of yourself, after all, you're just an ordinary person, and anyone can turn when the sun leaves.

When I walked into the church, I smelled a foul smell!

Gao Jun pinched his nose and looked disgusted.

"Sir, sir, come and see this? The latest cargo! A sharp-eyed black man next to him hurriedly approached and was about to hold him, but Boris pushed him down vigorously, waiting for him with a warning look.

The black man sneered, looked at the AKM assault rifle that Boris was holding in his hand, and a trace of greed flashed in his eyes, but he quickly adjusted his mentality, and lifted the cloth covering the cage next to him, and saw the two black girls below trembling, hugging each other, and looking at the man outside the cage in horror.

"These two girls are very good, they have great figures, and they are still unembryonic, they must be beautiful when they grow up, and most importantly," the black man lowered his voice, "they are still virgins." ”

There was a shrill laugh in the middle of this.

Is there anything more lucrative for blacks than to sell their fellow citizens?

Many human rights organizations are criticizing the trafficking of black people in Europe as a crime, and even demanding compensation from them.

What could be more lucrative than selling your loved ones?

When Africa, which already lacks civilization, encounters a dragon rider from the interests of capital, it has no chance to fight back at all, and is directly pulled into the world of greed.

Seeing that Gao Jun didn't speak, the black man suddenly thought of something, so he smiled and said, "If necessary, we can also help the boss clean you up, what do you like?" ”

"Can you eat human flesh? You're not afraid of prions? Boris also understood what the other party meant, and looked at him in surprise, he couldn't believe that the words came from the mouth of a "human".

Prion means protein virus.

In fact, it is not the only result that the human body eats each other, and many times, if you are faced with intelligent beings, it is possible to produce this virus.

And...

Rich people are very fond of some perverted things, your so-called justice and morality, courtesy, righteousness and shame are on their side, which is the bottom line used to provoke, if you don't break it, what's the point of being a man?

Finding a sense of superiority in one's own kind is something that every racial class likes to do.

The black man heard Boris and smiled, "It's delicious, isn't it?" ”

Gao Jun glanced at the little girl, they looked at him tremblingly, with horror, hesitation, hope, and pleading in their eyes, this is still a child.

"You can take it away for only $200." The black man saw that his gaze was fixed, and thought that he had an idea, so he said it directly.

“200？” Gao Jun laughed when he heard this, he looked at the black man, and just wanted to raise his hand to pat the other party's shoulder, suddenly as if he thought of something, his fingers clenched into fists in mid-air, "I have this $200, I should go to Las Vegas to gamble, maybe, I can make a fortune." ”

With that, he walked towards the church.

Don't say that Gao Jun doesn't have much love, he saved these two girls, and then can anything change?

Not at all!

And he can't take them in, it's unrealistic, if he saves them and then lets them go back, turn around, people will arrest them again.

In this world, you can't save anyone!

Don't let your empathy become your overflowing standard, which is why there are very few successful women in politics and business, because their hearts are not ruthless enough!

If your heart is dirty enough...

You'll think that the world is perfect for you.

The black man looked at Gao Jun's back, muttered a few words, which should be a slang dialect for greeting women, and angrily kicked the cage, frightening the black girls inside to hug each other.

Inside the church, Gao Jun raised his head to see the God tied to the cross, so he reverently made a ritual and prayed.

"Look at this Asian? He's still praying? Leaning against the wall of the entrance to the next passage, there were two thug-looking men, smoking cigarettes, one of them still holding an AK47 in his hand, his chin slightly raised, "I hate people in suits." ”

"Shut up man, be quiet, and don't get in trouble." The other spoke.

The armed man with the gun pursed his lips and pulled the bolt of the gun, hoping that this was the only way to show his position in the field.

After praying, Gao Jun opened his eyes, looked around, fixed his eyes on the two gunmen, and walked straight over.

"He's coming." The thug who didn't have a gun said seriously.

"Sir, you can't go in here."

"I'd like to meet your boss." Gao Jun smiled and said gently, Tonikov in the back naturally stuffed a stack of West African CFA francs into their arms, which directly made the eyes of the thug with the gun instantly become confused, and then looked at each other.

"Okay! What do you call it? ”

"Yuri."

The gunman nodded, trotted into the passage, and after about two or three minutes he came out, bowing slightly at his companion.

"Please come with me, the boss is waiting for you inside." The latter said.

Gao Jun was about to go in with the people, and when Tonikov and the others were about to follow, they saw the gun-wielding thug stretch out his hand to stop them, "If you all go in, put down your weapons, there is a VIP area inside, and only one person is allowed to carry weapons." ”

Gao Jun turned his head to look at him, "Boris, you come in with me, Tony, you guys are outside." ”

"Okay, boss."

Walking into the passageway, it is like two isolated areas, and there is a smell of perfume in the air... It's inferior, but it's good enough to cover the stench of black people.

The passage is very short, only three or four meters, and after walking through, it is a huge room.

There is a sofa, a TV, and a gaming table.

Around the table sat four black men, staring at the TV where a the... African Soccer Tournament?

'It's time, Cames is going to score.' One of the black men leaned against the gaming table, crossed his legs, and wore colorful short sleeves, and spoke abruptly.

"Isn't Cames a goalkeeper?" Someone next to me asked.

The black man smiled, his chin lifted slightly, motioning for them to look.

Gao Jun's eyes couldn't help but look at the TV, and he saw the goalkeeper who got the goal kick, looked into the distance, took two steps forward, held the ball with one hand, as if using the strength to eat milk, and threw it hard, and the camera also subconsciously moved, but he hurriedly retracted again, and suddenly saw the football flying towards his goal frame!

The goalkeeper was also "frightened" and chased after him, but his feet slipped and he fell directly and ate, so he could only raise his head and watch the ball go into the net.

It was the 93rd minute in the end!

In the real sense, he was killed by his own people.

Several people in the room cheered, of course, they mainly praised the stinky feet of the black people, and kept praising each other.

"Besley, great, we can collect about 600,000 West African francs in this game, and the spinach company will be bankrupt by us!"

The black man shook his hand abruptly, looking light, but the corners of his mouth were raised, obviously in a good mood, and finally turned his gaze to Gao Jun's body, looking him up and down unscrupulously, "Are you looking for me?" ”

"Hello Mr. Besley, my name is Yuri, and this is my business card." Gao Jun handed it over with both hands and said with a smile.

Who knows, Besley took it and just looked at it, then sneered and threw it aside, "What are you looking for me?" ”

Looking at the business card that fell on the ground, Gao Jun's face hardened, but he quickly eased, "I heard that you have a lot of contacts in Dakar, I want to do business with you, introduce yourself, I do..."

"Doing business?"

Before Gao Jun could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Besley, who seemed to have heard some joke and couldn't help laughing, "You are an Asian who came to Dakar to do business with me?" Do what? ”

He looked at Gao Jun very arrogantly, his eyes on his ass, "Are you ready to come out?" ”

After saying that, he couldn't help laughing, and the people next to him also laughed.

Gao Jun squinted.

"Looks like I'm not very welcome, Mr. Besley."

……