When he went to South Africa, in addition to preparing some messy things, Jian Heng also took all the vaccines that should be vaccinated, and according to the doctor's instructions, he prepared some small pills and some standing medicines. The doctor who had been to South Africa joked with Jian Heng that getting sick in South Africa does not necessarily mean that you will die, but going to South Africa to see a doctor will really kill people.

Jian Heng's so-called mess includes an AK47 automatic rifle, the price of this thing on the black market is a bit outrageous, a second-hand new AK is actually more expensive than a brand-new M4, don't you say it's annoying?

The most expensive thing is not the gun, but the bullet, Jian Heng was originally going to get a box of steel shell bullets from Maozi, who knew that it took the same amount of money to get two small boxes in the end, and people still said confidently at this price, love it or not!

As for the regular gun shop, Jian Heng didn't have a chance to make a move at all, and people who bought bullets had to queue up to buy them even if they made an appointment, and sometimes they had to limit a few boxes per person, which was similar to the previous time when they were grabbing salt in China, and they were limited to two bags per person.

Jian Heng, who has always thought of himself as a good citizen, has never bought a gun before, in fact, it is not that he doesn't want to buy it, but that gun control in New York is the strictest in the United States, and it is very troublesome to get a gun, but Jian Heng is afraid of trouble, so he didn't get it.

It's strange to say that New York, which has the strictest gun control, is the city with the worst gun crime in the United States, and I have to say that this thing is quite fucked.

As long as others don't fuck Jian Heng, Jian Heng is not interested at all, anyway, he is now preparing with all his heart, and he has even prepared more than a dozen sets of underwear, even if he goes to South Africa, where there is no place to take a bath, he will have to change into new clothes. As for what kind of food and drink, not to mention, even if Jian Heng is thrown into the desert, Jian Heng can last for half a month with the things in the space.

Everything was ready, and handed over the gym to Xu Zhaobin and the McVoy sisters, and at the same time prepared a week's fruit and vegetable drinks and handed them over to Xu Zhaobin, as for the McAvoy sisters, they were very enthusiastic to take over the two tigers, saying that when Jian Heng was away, they helped take care of the two tigers, and Jian Heng instructed the two tigers to make it obedient, and threw the rabbit to the two sisters.

Everything was done, and Jian Heng dragged a simple trolley case and got on the plane to South Africa.

After more than ten hours of flying, Jian Heng felt as if the muscles on his body had been removed.

It's not that the plane is uncomfortable, but a white man in his forties sat next to Jian Heng, this guy has a fox smell, that's called a strong ah, it's just strong, but this one is also sprinkled with strong perfume, my God, that smell, Jian Heng can't describe it.

Along the way, this smell kept impacting Jian Heng's nose, and Jian Heng could understand that white sweat glands were heavy, but Jian Heng had really never seen such a heavy one like this one. As soon as this guy got off the plane, Jian Heng passed through the customs for a full twenty minutes, and his nose still had that disgusting body odor.

When he arrived at the exit, Jian Heng looked around cautiously, and after a while, he saw a white man of about thirty-five years old, his skin was not very white, and he seemed to be of mixed race, but it should not be with a black man, but probably of Indian blood, this person was holding a small cardboard in his hand, lazily leaning the cardboard against his belly, and the cardboard was written in crooked English: Henry-Jean.

The man is very thin, at most a hundred pounds, but the person is not short, about one meter seventy-six, such a tall person weighs less than a hundred pounds, with a strange big head, which makes the man look a little like a matchstick has become fine, which is particularly joyful.

Jian Heng dragged Yu Li to the man, glanced at the cardboard and opened his mouth to ask, "Martier?" ”

"Jean? I didn't expect you to be an Asian" Martil said very rudely, and then beckoned to Jian Heng with his hand holding the cardboard: "Follow me!" ”

Jian Heng didn't say much and followed Martil out of the airport.

When he arrived at the parking lot, Jian Heng saw Martiel's car: an old version of the domineering, I don't know how many years old the car, at a glance, you can see a rust spot on the front face, and some of the paint on the body is rolled up.

Martil stood beside the car, reached out and pulled the door, but it didn't open it for a while, so he put one foot on the pedal and pulled the door open.

"Get in the car, throw your luggage on the roof!" After Martil said something to Jian Heng, he sat in the cab and closed the door with a snap.

Jian Heng stretched out his hand and saw that there were a bunch of things on the luggage rack on the roof of the car, fortunately, there was a net covering it, otherwise, he might not know when his luggage would roll off the car.

Fortunately, Jian Heng has an anti-heaven artifact here, important things are in the space, and the suitcase is actually an important decoration, and it doesn't matter if you lose it or not.

Throwing the suitcase on the roof of the car, Jian Heng re-covered the net and bundled it tightly before getting into the car.

After walking on the highway for about an hour, I got off the road, first it was a dirt road, and then at last there was no road, and then not only was the road gone, but the rolling hills began to appear all around, and I went straight into the prairie.

Martil buried his head in driving, Jian Heng was silent here, and there was no other sound in the whole car except for the hum of the engine.

It's not that Jian Heng doesn't want to speak, but he mentioned a few words, and Matiel doesn't want to deal with Jian Heng at all, and after coming and going, Jian Heng stopped talking.

When the sun set, the car arrived at a small town, in Jian Heng's impression, South Africa is a developed country, and it was a little better in the city just now, but this town reminded Jian Heng of his elementary school for the rural town below the small county town in his hometown, a big road is full of low houses on both sides, and some seem to be very dilapidated.

As soon as you look up, you can see one or two wires passing through the top of your head, and the cement road that is almost ten meters wide has not been repaired for a long time, and there are potholes, and from time to time you can see such small pits accumulating sewage for domestic use.

What's more, from time to time, you can see some human and animal feces on the side of the road, and countless flies are buzzing around this dung.

There was an uncomfortable smell in the air throughout the town, as if you could smell a lot of feces between breaths.

As the car drove into the village, a group of almost naked black children followed the car, shouting happily as they ran.

Martial parked the car at the door of a hotel, and Jian Heng knew that it was a hotel because of the English signboard hanging on the door that was already very tattered.

"Don't talk nonsense when you get inside, go straight to your room, call yourself if you want to eat, be careful if there is a woman who comes to the door, and of course if you want an Ez as a Christmas present this year, then you can enjoy the woman who comes to the door. If you don't want to provoke this, tell them you're Mr. Lynch's friend! Martil said, pushed open the door and got out of the car.

Jian Heng followed him out of the car and took off his luggage from the roof of the car: "Martier, can I meet Mr. Lynch?" I want to thank him in person! ”

Ask someone to build a bridge, Jian Heng has to thank him or something no matter what, although people are showing themselves hemp, but Jian Heng feels that he has to show it.

Martil swept Jian Heng with his gaze: "Mr. Lynch is very busy, let's have time in the future!" Wait a while to get back to the house, don't run around, it's a mess here after dark! ”

"It's messy here?" Jian Heng asked casually.

"Not a single white person in this town who used to live in this town, and now not a single white person wants to live here, do you know why?" ”

Seeing Jian Heng's surprised expression, Martil continued: "Those who can be driven away have been driven away, and those who are unwilling to leave have to move away after a few people died!" I'll tell you, don't talk about it here, even if you go out at night in many cities, you will be lucky to be robbed, and it is not impossible to get shots! Those who come to visit see the best of the country, but you will see the darkest side of the country! ”

"......" Jian Heng was shocked by what Matiel said.

When he came, Jian Heng had heard that South Africa was the only country in the world where blacks discriminated against whites, and he had also heard that after blacks came to power, they began to liquidate whites. But I didn't expect it to come to such a point, and I actually robbed the house and killed people directly in the town.

"Don't think I'm joking with you, thousands of white people are killed here every year! I'll call you in the evening, and when you go out of town with us, someone will pick us up!" The rest of the time, you just stay in your room! After Martil finished speaking, he stopped paying attention to Jian Heng and walked directly into the hotel.

Jian Heng followed behind Martil to the front desk and opened a room for himself, and after paying the money, he turned around and prepared to go to his room.

When Jian Heng's eyes inadvertently swept over the small bar area next to him, he found that Martiel and a few white people were sitting there drinking, and there was a dark-skinned woman sitting next to each of them.

Just as Jian Heng was looking at others, the bearded white man also looked at Jian Heng. Jian Heng nodded at him with a smile, while Dahan nodded his head expressionlessly in return.

Entering the room, Jian Heng found that the room was still a little bit good, the sheets and everything looked very clean, and the things in the room were neatly arranged, but even so, Jian Heng didn't want to move at will, so he directly took out his hotel artifact sleeping bag and spread it on the bed, and then he closed his clothes and lay down.

Boom! Boom!

"Who?" Jian Heng asked towards the door.

"Sir, do you want to see beautiful women dance?" A female voice came from the door, speaking very non-native English.

"I'm a friend of Mr. Lynch! I don't need to! ”

“@##&*@！”

Hearing Jian Heng say this, the female voice at the door left in a language that Jian Heng couldn't understand.