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At the beginning of September, as the rainy season of nearly 100 days draws to a close, the temperature in most parts of the vibrant African continent, which has been flooded by torrential rains, begins to rise, and the hot sun finally begins to rule the wildest expanse on the planet again.

Zabidi, a small barren country in the western part of the African continent, near the Indian Ocean, on the only dilapidated road that runs through the country, under the scorching afternoon sun, a series of more than a dozen off-road jeeps and large trucks with no paint and corners, wrapped in dust, have long been unable to see the primary color, but you can see the craters and craters of off-road jeeps and large trucks, bumping in the direction of the ocean.

The trucks in the convoy were all tightly covered by thick gray canvas, and the corners were covered with charcoal-black, shabby camouflage uniforms, bright turbans on their heads, and African natives with spears in their arms;

On the two open-top jeeps at one end and one at the end, they are equipped with vehicle-mounted heavy machine guns, and they are armed to the teeth to swagger across the border, and the roadblocks set up by the intimidating government forces do not dare to intercept and inspect them at all, and this is also the status quo in all other regions of the African land, except for a few large countries in the south that can still be called orderly, as long as there are enough armed forces, they can claim hegemony at will.

After all, for a primitive continent where nearly one-fifth of the population of the most civilized country in the territory is infected with a malignant infectious disease, and the supreme political leader openly marries seven or eight wives according to the habits of indigenous tribes, the legal system is really too extravagant.

Hundreds of kilometers of travel slowly run under the wheels, and towards evening, the air is filled with the characteristic salty smell of the sea.

In the passenger seat of the off-road jeep on the road of the convoy, a face was blinded by a deep scar cut his right eye, half of the muscles on his cheek had shrunk because of the scar, and his face could not even cover his teeth, the hideous middle-aged black man suddenly took a deep breath and said with a smile: "I smell the sea breeze, Zatrow, it seems that we have earned this 1.8 million rice knife (rice yuan)." ”

"Yes, 1.8 million rice knives, that's it," a young black man sitting in the back seat of the jeep, his body swaying along the bumpy and undulating road, but his hands were firmly holding the trigger of a heavy machine gun, a strange look appeared on his face, and he replied slowly: "And the price is only a few carts of bugs and beasts."

The last days have been like heaven, but unfortunately this good life is coming to an end...

Chaken, do you think that our 'God' from Asia who lives by the sea is really a 'dark wizard'?"

Hearing the implicit meaning of his companion's words, the scar on Chaken's face twitched and admonished, "I don't know if he's a 'dark wizard', Zatrow, but the two leaders of the Rock Dog Tribe and the Benny Tribe, and more than two hundred heavily armed gunslingers, have proved that he does indeed possess terrifying power with his disappearance.

And if Zabidi wants to live well, the first thing is to be fearless, and the second thing is to respect power. ”

"Zatrow, sometimes you talk like a philosopher," Zatrow's expression changed and he said with a smile, "but I still don't understand, if that Asian really has so much power, why would he let us make so much money for nothing?"

"Maybe it's because in his mind, hundreds or tens of millions of rice knives are nothing compared to his own labor," Chaken replied in a low voice, "just like we sometimes throw a few pesos of 'errand money' to our children to buy tobacco and alcohol in order to save some effort." ”

"According to what you said, if tens of millions of rice knives are nothing in the hearts of our 'Asian gods', then how much money should he have..."Hearing this, Zatro's eyes lit up and he muttered.

Seeing that his companion was so obsessed, Chaken's tone became cold, "Zatro, in many cases, wealth is a sign of power, and only the stupidest and shortest-lived jackal will feel that he has found a 'mountain of meat' and show his fangs when he sees an elephant, do you understand?"

"Okay, okay Chaken, you're the leader of the convoy, I'll listen to you, don't worry. Zatrow said with some reluctance and helplessness.

While the two were talking, a blue sea appeared in front of the convoy, and then turned along the road, and after another ten minutes along the coastline, a simple harbor composed of a dozen dilapidated cement houses built on the seashore broke into everyone's eyes.

When you get closer, you can see that the small harbor seems to have been abandoned for a long time, and there is not even a canoe in the berth, but it is clearly inhabited, and several skinned monkey carcasses are drying on several cross-shaped wooden frames erected on the reef beside them.

The off-road jeep that led the way drove to the muddy road more than ten meters away from the abandoned port, driving the entire convoy to a slow stop.

Chaken left the automatic rifle he had been holding in his arms all the way in the car, jumped off the jeep, stretched, and shouted, "Appleley, Applely, come out and 'order'." ”

His voice landed, and no one responded for a long time, but after more than ten seconds, a thin and lame figure walked out of the cement room at the very edge, limped to the front of the convoy with the setting sun on his back, and stretched out his hand expressionlessly.

"The white-spotted short-backed gazelle has been found, and three of the best 'net-casting hunters' have been killed in order to catch our tribe alive, and I hope you will tell your lord to increase the price by twenty percent, and the list of other goods is here. Chaken said as he pulled a palm-sized tablet from his pocket-filled camouflage uniform and handed it to the lame man.

Appley nodded silently, limped towards the truck in the middle of the convoy, and when he saw him approaching, the gunmen in the back of the truck consciously lifted the tarpaulin covering the car, revealing iron cages containing dying frightened beasts and straw cages made of tough cattails and stuffed with various exotic insects.

When he came to the side of the truck, Apuli stopped, slowly closed his eyes, and his body began to tremble, trembling more and more, and finally his whole body convulsed.

Although they had seen his strange twitches many times, the indigenous warriors who were not afraid of death but were afraid of the 'unknown' couldn't help but change their faces, jumped out of the car, and hid a few steps away.

While they were dodging, the violently twitching Apuli suddenly stiffened, slowly opened his eyes that had become hollow, and jumped into the truck body with a hundred times more agility than before, and began to scan the 'goods' with a very fast eye, looked down at the tablet screen in his hand, and began to check.

Then, with the memory and observation that normal people could not have, it took him less than ten minutes to finish his job and collapse on the back of the last truck.

After gasping for breath and resting for a few minutes, Appley finally got up again, moved back to Chaken with difficulty, nodded, and said in an extremely hoarse voice: "The goods are not wrong, Mr. Chaken, let your men move the goods to the 'back kitchen', and I will take you to the master." He turned around and strolled towards the abandoned port.

"Okay. Chaken nodded, turned his head and gestured to his subordinates and shouted: "As always, unload the goods to the 'back kitchen', and move smartly." He followed Apuli into the small harbor.

Walking on the crumbling concrete road, past a few mottled facades with strange colored brush-painted clouds, palaces, and a low-rise building with a Chinese deity, the two came to a concrete house closest to the shoreline of the harbor.

Appley paced forward, knocked on the dilapidated but thick wooden door of the house, and said in a strangely pronounced English with reverence, "Master, Mr. Chaken of the White Rhino Horn tribe has delivered a delivery and wants to see you. ”

'Zabidi' was once reduced to the middle and late 'Age of Discovery', the British colony known as the 'empire on which the sun never sets' for hundreds of years, although 80 percent of the people were illiterate, but more than half of them could speak English, and this situation of people using the strong Chinese language of the West as their mother tongue is also the common situation of many small countries in Africa that have become independent in modern times.

Of course, after a hundred years of local evolution, the English, French, and Portuguese accents that have long since been mutated in these countries are strange, but the voice that came from the concrete room, "Take him in, Apple." The tone of the answer was even more absurd.

But for April, no matter how pure and noble the English pronunciation is, there is no more respect than the words of the people in the room, and he lowered his head and said "yes." Pushing open the wooden door in front of him, he walked into the cement room in a very respectful state.

The cement house is ornate compared to its tattered and quirky appearance, but in reality it is rudimentary except for a waterbed, desk, computer, satellite receiver and satellite phone.

"My lord, Chaken greets you. Striding into the room after April, Chaken glanced left and right, took a few steps forward to the desk, and whispered to the master of the room who was half of the figure hidden in the shadow created by the wall, sticking out his tongue according to tribal etiquette.

His voice landed, and a pleasant voice came out in the darkness, "It's a pleasure to see you again before I leave 'Zabidi,' Mr. Chaken." ”

Immediately afterwards, I saw a young Asian man with black hair, black eyes, and tanned skin, standing up from behind his desk, showing his true face and snow-white teeth, strolling up to Applely and asking, "Appleley, have you checked the 'goods' sent by Mr. Chaken?"

"After checking the master, there are a total of 2,795 species of insects and 67 species of small beasts... Among them is the prized 'white-spotted short-backed gazelle', which Mr. Chaken says he hopes to increase by 20 per cent because of the death of three good hunters in his tribe because of the antelope caught alive. Appley replied in a hoarse voice, but in a coherent manner. (A good activity for pie in the sky, cool mobile phones are waiting for you to take!Pay attention to ~ point / public account (WeChat add friends - add public account - enter dd), participate immediately! Everyone has a prize, now immediately pay attention to dd WeChat public account!)