Who can have more than fifty rosewoods in one warehouse?

And the root diameter is more than 1.5 meters.

The answer is yes, there is only one, and they belong to the family of the Grand Governor of Nairobi.

Soon after the warehouse caught fire, the security police immediately went into action.

The six main exits of the city were blocked, and the six roads were set up at 50 kilometers and 100 kilometers after leaving the city.

Zhang Jing has become Zhang Jing and returned to the Duxi Hotel.

Originally, the best situation was to have a girlfriend in the local area, and with the help of her as a cover, but someone really didn't feel for African-American beauties.

Otherwise, it would have been a long time ago.

For example, jewelry designer C. Handy, who is of mixed black and white race, is very good-looking.

and Halle Berry, for example, is also very aesthetically pleasing to the eye.

But it's like I've never eaten pork, and I can't get it in my mouth.

Go back to the room on the tenth floor, close the door, and put a heavy and thick iron-shelled explosion-proof clock behind the door, and reach the door.

Release the smart beans and black beans for vigil.

Behind the window is an A-frame shaped heavy-duty bulletproof panel.

The bulletproof plate is 1.2 meters high and 1.5 meters wide, and is composed of two alloy steel plates, each with a thickness of 3 cm.

Up to 25 layers of Keslav on a single side.

It's so heavy that it's almost impossible to move, and the Mithril space doesn't have this difficulty, and you can use it directly when you take it out, and place it by heart.

Riot bells, bulletproof plates, smart beans, and black beans are four artifacts that wander outside and sleep peacefully at night.

The next day, DRC's black buddy, Ezekell, didn't call.

Zhang Jing, like an ordinary tenant, went to the restaurant on the first floor for breakfast at 7 o'clock in the morning.

Walking through the air-conditioned dining room, I looked around and sat down at the table where Mirika had smashed an Indian skull earlier.

Nothing else, I just like the feeling of being surrounded by unjust souls.

Naturally cool.

The waiter came to order, and considering that he made a small fortune last night, Zhang Jing decided to be extravagant.

Order two dragons and one king crab.

The drink was two bottles of rock beer.

Because it was breakfast, and because of the exaggerated meal, the waiter frowned, and this meal ate her salary for more than a month, which is really rich!

Zhang Jing didn't know what the waiter was thinking, and looked at the other waiter behind her.

A young woman with a light brown head wrap around her head and big eyes in a gauzy turban has fought in close quarters in the elevator of the Netar Hotel.

In the bright dining room by the window, the woman sat down opposite Zhang Jing and asked, "How many bad things have you done in your life?"

"You're an international security officer?" Zhang Jinghe sneered, "It's really wide."

"I'm not a sheriff," the woman in the beige robe said, resting her left leg on her right, "I'm in charge of helping you rescue Netar's two kidnappers."

Zhang Jing didn't say much, thinking that the princess saw the news that he was persuading people not to jump into the sea at the cross-sea bridge.

So send someone who knows how to negotiate to come and make up for the shortcomings.

Then it was breakfast time, with a big mouthful of meat and a big mouthful of wine, Zhang Jing was very happy.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, the head of the DRC in Nairobi, the lean and powerful Ezekell, called, and the intermediary came to the Doxi Hotel ten minutes later to look for him.

It can be seen that the middleman is very cautious.

It was said that it was ten minutes, but it turned out that someone knocked on the door in less than two minutes.

This is a man in his forties, only about 1.4 meters tall, looking a bit like an Indian, and looking ugly.

In the hotel room, Zhang Jing and Sarafa met each other together.

"My name is Deepe Roy," the visitor introduced himself, "and I can talk to the kidnappers, and they are asking you to pay a ransom of 10 million meters, and my reward is 300,000 meters."

Sarafa glanced at Zhang Jing and asked Deepe Roy, "How can you prove that you can talk to the kidnappers?"

Guessing that Sara *** asked, Deepe Roy, who is about 1.4 meters tall, turned on his phone and clicked on a video.

The content is exactly the video of the two hostages.

"10 million yuan is no problem, and your 300,000 meter yuan honorarium is no problem," Zhang Jing didn't plan to make too much trouble, and happily gave the money and said, "When can we exchange hostages?"

Deepe Roy looked at Zhang Jing and asked, "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure!"

"If that's the case, you'll need to give me the cash in northern Niger, and I'll send the hostages back."

"No," Zhang Jing didn't believe the small man in front of him, "you take me, I take the money, and we go to the kidnappers' camp together."

I've seen it fierce, but I've never seen Zhang Jing so fierce, Dip Roy asked rhetorically, "Do you know the risks?"

"I know," Zhang Jingxian was able to draw money, "You need to ensure my safety, I will pay you 300,000 rice yuan first, and after sending me and the hostages back, I will pay you another 200,000."

"Refreshing!" Deepe Roy was in a good mood and said, "I'm going to live up to my promise!"

Zhang Jing hehe, "I hope so."

Sarafa looked at Zhang Jing in surprise, "I'm going to go to the kidnapper's lair!"

"I'm more anxious than you are to save people."

Zhang Jing is really anxious, only by rescuing the hostages, the princess is willing to sign the contract, and the natural gas contract is very fragrant.

The sale of 50,000 cars is also very good.

"I'm not going with you," Sarafa said decisively, "You're not wise to do this, something will happen."

"I'll just go alone."

Dip Roy laughed happily, "When will the money be delivered to northern Yenil?"

"Anytime, you can go now."

Deepe Roy was in a good mood and left the room first.

Zhang Jing followed.

Seeing someone leave the room in the background, Sarafa felt that Zhang Jing was crazy, didn't he know that he was worth more than a hostage?

Or do the gamblers not know him?

More than 3,000 kilometers from Nairobi to northern Niger, Deepe Roy flew over with Zhang Jing in a small plane.

Refuel once halfway and arrive at the place in 7 hours.

The ground is directly on the hard mud ground, and the surrounding environment is very African, with a few trees that I don't know what it is.

Within sight are large patches of dry yellow.

If nothing else, he should be on the southern edge of the Sahara Desert.

Taking a deep breath of dry air, Zhang Jing looked at the diminutive Deepe Roy and asked, "Give me a car, and I'll see you at this place later."

Dip Roy nodded, his gaze looking to the end of the dirt road.

Soon.

A fuel tanker truck and two battered pickup trucks that I don't know how long they were driving came from a distance.

As the convoy approached, several armed men armed with Aka rifles faintly pointed their guns at Zhang Jing.

"Give this gentleman a car," Deepe Roy instructed his companions, "fill up the plane."

As Deepe Roy's voice fell, the black buddies moved quickly to free up a pickup truck for Zhang Jing.

Get pickup trucks.

Zhang Jing used the more common Google Maps navigation and drove towards the nearest town, Diffa.

Because of the size of the land and the sparse population, the distance is 200 kilometers, and it takes two and a half hours to drive to replenish food and water in the area.

Return to the place where the plane landed in the afternoon at 7 p.m.

I happened to see Deepp Roy and two black women doing serious business next to the plane.

I didn't expect Zhang Jing to come back so soon, Dip Roy sped up his attack until he was relieved, then he lifted his pants and said with a big grin, "The action is so fast, I thought you would rest in Diffa for the night."

Zhang Jing just wants to return to the civilized world as soon as possible.

Four large bags were dragged out of the back of the pickup truck and said, "Qian Qi, now go and exchange hostages."

"The fourth is more Qi.

mentioned earlier that 'a middle-aged man is not like Hong Bin's wife, this is not water, some places that seem unreasonable are actually higher than life.

It is not a common sense that 'art comes from life, but it is higher than life.

and the last three or four chapters of West Africa, which are also derived from life, are actually more cruel than cruel, and take into account the reader's feelings, so I will downplay them."