"Gross!"

"Gross!"

The bag was opened, and Shen Sen and his party all looked over.

But the first moment they saw what was inside, everyone's faces turned blue, and their stomachs involuntarily began to churn, making a sound like vomiting.

Even the people who were rolling in the pile of dead people in Shen Sen and Zhang Ting were stimulated by the contents of the bag, and they moved away one after another, and the strong fishy smell made people's eyes unable to open.

"What is this? What kind of spoiled meat? ”

Inside the bag was a lump of pink meat, with dark green juice dripping from it, and it constantly emitted a fishy and pungent smell, like something that had just been fished out of the sewer.

Carlo blushed, he suspected that this Nigerian was playing tricks on them.

It was okay to play him, but to do such an unbearable thing in front of him to his sworn allegiance to the Lord that his suppressed anger was so strong that he could not resist burning his new "brother" alive.

"Haha, you guessed it, this is meat, a kind of meat you haven't eaten!"

The man in the turban lowered his head, and did not see the expressions of Shen Sen and the others changing in unison, but stared at the meat of the bag with a fanatical expression, and said in an obscene tone.

"This is the meat from those stupid prawns, and the best piece of their heart I brought with them."

"This meat has been blessed by the witches in our camp, and eating it raw can be an aphrodisiac, and it can also make you healthier and stronger, brother."

It's okay not to explain, but as soon as they explained, Shen Sen and his party wanted to vomit more and more.

When they thought that the prawns they had just seen were alive and kicking up and might be chopped up and eaten shortly after, goosebumps got up and down their bodies

The shrine maiden in the turban man's mouth knew it was a god stick as soon as he heard it.

Because of the miraculous effect in a witch's mouth, eating another intelligent life that does not know its origin is no different from cannibalism from a certain point of view.

This behavior of the Nigerya gang is comparable to that of uncivilized barbarians.

The world is so big, and it's so magical.

In an area where an alien spaceship with a modern industrial product in its hands and a sky overhead is located, there is such an outrageous thing.

Now who is mentally handicapped and who is stupid, Shen Sen can't tell clearly.

And Carlro, who is most valued by the man in the turban, is also the closest to the plastic bag, which will already turn green.

But he still endured the feeling of nausea, and did not forget to turn his head and ask Shen Sen for instructions on the whereabouts of these things.

"Leave it!"

Carlo was stunned for a moment, and looked at Shen Sen suspiciously, no one spoke just now, but he seemed to hear the voice from Mr.

However, at this moment, he found that the information just now was like an auditory hallucination, and once again transmitted Shen Sen's will in his mind.

"It's me, don't panic."

Shen Sen had just used psionic communication, and he calmed down Carlo and continued.

"You try to ask the gang member if he has more prawn bodies in his hands.

You tell him that if he can catch live prawns for us, you judge for yourself and give him enough money to help him make up his mind. ”

Carlo's eyes gradually changed from doubt to clarity, and finally to excitement and reverence, and when he looked at Shen Sen, anyone could see his incomparable fervor and devotion in his eyes at this moment.

Carlo secretly told himself that this was his Lord, and that no matter how impossible it was, the Lord who created the truth could do it.

And he should not make a fuss, but should strive to pursue the truth and try to adapt to all the supernatural miracles around him.

Carlo calmed down, adjusted his emotions, and quietly conveyed the instructions that Shen Sen had just passed to him to his "good black brother" in an eager tone.

"Wow, such a good artifact, thank you, brother.

I really need it very much, but it's a little bit less, I don't know if you have ...... brother."

"Of course, it doesn't have to be as good as the one you specially prepared for this brother, as long as it's a part of the prawn, I can accept it."

As if taking into account his brother's embarrassment, Carlo added embarrassedly.

"Tsk... Well....." After hearing this, the man in the turban did not agree, nor refused, but showed an embarrassed expression.

"Oh, I understand, this thing is so precious that it must be difficult to find, and I will definitely not let you suffer and suffer brother."

"I promise here, as long as you can find a specific part of the meat on the prawn, I will give you 20 US dollars for every kilogram."

Hearing this, the eyes of the gang thugs wearing turbans lit up, but Carlro's next sentence directly made him jump with excitement.

"If you can find a live prawn, brother, I will tell you here, two thousand dollars, as long as you find a live prawn, two thousand dollars will be yours!"

"Really, what you said is true, don't you lie to me?"

The gang man with the turban suddenly grabbed Carlro's hand and confirmed in disbelief.

There are a lot of prawns in the ninth district, and although it is difficult for one person to catch, as long as he gives less than $100 to the rest of the gang, he can call four or five people to help him.

In this way, he can catch a prawn without much effort at all, and easily get two thousand dollars.

That's $2,000, enough for him to go to the red-light district for more than ten days.

Made, the deal is done!

The gang man with the turban had a cloudy face, and finally told Carlo his answer in the affirmative.

"You remember your promise, if I catch the prawns and you regret it, don't blame my brother for not being merciful!"

"Of course, two thousand a piece, the price is clearly marked, brother, I like fresh ones, and I will never regret it."

Carlo didn't care about the suspicion and questioning in the turban man's tone, and replied with a smile and extreme sincerity.

"Haha, very good, you come to pick up the goods in three days, brother, I'll take you to pick up your guns first!"

The man got a satisfactory answer, and with a happy step, he led Shen Sen and his party towards the wooden room where the guns were stored.

The place where the guns were placed was in the corner of the camp, and there were four guards guarding the door, and the man in the turban greeted them before opening the door and allowing them in.

The storage room was covered with dust, and the moment the door was opened, a puff of dust was stirred up.

The space inside is also unimaginably large, and a huge cellar has been dug out of the ground, which is stacked with all kinds of guns, bullets and even bazookas, which is like a small arsenal.

The black members who led the way didn't talk nonsense, and they walked into the cellar and began to count the guns, and it took half an hour to light up the arms that Shen Sen had purchased this time.

After about ten minutes, the people of the Nizhiya Gang carried the guns out of the gate of the ninth district and handed over all the weapons to Shen Sen and the others.

"After the things get out of this door, you have to transport them yourself, and we are no longer responsible!"

After the man wearing the turban finished instructing, he beckoned, and the people who led them left, leaving only Shen Sen and his party around the pickup.

"Alright, please get our passengers out, everyone else is on board, and we should go too!"

After Shen Sen finished speaking, Zhang Ting opened the car door and dragged the tightly tied white man who was lying in the car with rotten shoes in his mouth and continued to tie him to the back of the car.

After doing this, everyone got into the car.

The pickup truck drove straight ahead of the gas station, and just as it was about to hit a wall, a dark door suddenly appeared in the void.

Everyone, with people and cars, disappeared into this world together.

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