Lubumbashi

Seongnam Hula Tavern

When Sacralar arrived at the tavern, it was past nine o'clock in the evening, and although the tavern was already crowded, the customers who saw him still moved a good bar spot for him, and before he could speak, the bartender handed him a cold beer.

After taking a sip of his beer, Sacralar immediately burped in satisfaction, then snapped out a few Congolese francs and motioned for the bartender to have another drink.

"Or ice?"

"Plus, damn, these French white-skinned guys, using Lao Tzu as an animal, working day by day, don't even give saliva!"

After another glass of cold beer, Sacralar finally calmed down, and after pouring the foam from the cup, he rubbed his mouth and got up, and walked into the dance floor in the middle of the bar, his tall body squeezing through the crowd to the beautiful girl he had just seen.

Seeing Sacralar leaning over, this girl didn't panic, but took the initiative to dance with Sacralar, this is not how handsome Sacraar is, he is one meter eight tall He has a thick black beard, a scar on the left side of his face, plus rough skin, it can only be said that he can see, the reason why the girl took the initiative is because of the military uniform on his body, there is a military uniform to wear, which means that he has a high salary.

And Sacralar just wanted to play, since the girl was so active, he immediately stretched out his big furry hand on the other party's shoulder, and then leaned over.

"Are you going to have fun with me later?"

"Okay!"

Saklar immediately stuffed a few bills in his pocket to the other party, and then his hands wanted to go further, but before he could touch it, a pair of big hands suddenly stretched out from the oblique stab and caught Saklar steadily.

"You want to die, bastard!"

Sacralar, who realized that his good things had been disturbed, immediately turned around and gave the guy a big mouth, and then he saw a familiar face.

"Osaba? You're a dog mongrel, and you're still alive? ”

Sacralar turned around and slapped the girl just now, telling her to get away and not bother herself.

"Thanks to you, it's not bad!"

The two found a place to sit down, toasted in celebration of their reunion, and after a drink, Sacralar pointed to the bandage on Osabha's body.

"You're hurt?"

"Yes, the Americans gave me three shots at close range, and a bayonet came up on the butt, but fortunately, I carried it all in the end!"

"You, were you saved by the Americans?"

"Yes, they saved me!"

"You're a betrayal!"

Sacralar frowned, when he and Osaba went to mix the jobs of the French, it can be regarded as a cow and a horse for the French for several years, when Osaba's black troops were annihilated before, he still wanted to avenge Osaba with righteous indignation, why is it only a few months, Osaba ran out like nothing, came to find himself, and even proudly said that the Americans saved him?

"What kind of betrayal, I'm forced to be helpless!"

Osaba said with a pained expression.

"In the cold and damp dungeon, the Americans gave me two choices, either choose a pit outside or go for treatment, I'm still young, I don't want to die so early!"

"Then why don't you want to get back?"

"It's not like I can't move, now that I'm almost healed, I'll come to you right away!"

"So what are you going to do now, come back?"

"Wait a minute, Sark, I remember your sister wants to go to the United States to study medicine, right?"

"What do you mean?"

"It's not interesting, just ask, how much is the difference in tuition?"

"If you want to buy me, how can you be a lackey of the Americans?"

"But weren't we lackeys of the French in the past? What's the difference? ”

"It's different!"

Sacralar was speechless for a moment, but still forced an explanation.

"When we were at our poorest, it was Captain François who helped us......"

"Our efforts over the years are enough to repay his help, Zac, do you know, the brothers I brought with me are only thirty-seven alive in the end, what about you, how many of your people do you want to be left!"

"That's ......... you guys going to attack"

"Don't you attack? It's an open secret that the French are going to take BHP, guess who they're going to put in the vanguard? Zack, you know, those Americans and their Asian men, they have scopes on every rifle and can shoot bullets into your eye sockets from 300 meters away, wake up, my brother, this is a white man's conflict! ”

"But the brothers still need to provide for their families, and you think they can make money like you?"

"Mr. John Shepard of the Shadow Company asked me to bring you a message, how much François will open for you, he will drive double, and he doesn't need you to do anything, just need you to watch the show on the sidelines, this is his sincerity!"

Osaba pulled a check from his pocket that said $10,000 and pushed it to Sacralar.

Looking at the check, Sacralar took a deep breath and said.

"Is it really just that we have to do nothing?"

"That gentleman is very good at his word, and he gave François a reward of one million for the life of François's whole family, so you don't have to worry about anything!"

"I'm going to think about it and get back to you next week!"

Saklar was about to get up and leave, only to be stopped by Osaba again.

"You didn't take your stuff!"

Watching Osaba stuff the check into his pocket, Saklar didn't do anything to stop him, and Osaba didn't say anything, and the two sides just left.

After returning to the camp, Osaba immediately respectfully handed back another check for 50,000 yuan in his pocket to Shepard.

"Looks like the money isn't being used?"

"I know Sacralar, that guy and I grew up together, that's my sibling!"

"Then you can share the money with him!"

"No, sir, it is precisely because he and I are siblings that it is impossible to give him this money!"

"And did he say yes?"

"That guy, he said he would consider it, but he must have agreed!"

"Yes, yes, it looks like my investment is pretty good!"

Shepard picked up the check, set it on fire, and then threw Osaba the $2,000 in cash.

"This money is regarded as your hard work, as long as you do a good job, you will get more than this amount in the future!"

"Of course, I'll do my best!"

Immediately after getting the money, Osaba left Shepard's room, and outside the door, he counted the brand-new bills that still smelled of ink, and then muttered to himself.

"Sark, they're all dogs, why can't we choose a more generous owner?"