On the easy road, a solo dancer is dancing, he seems to be completely immersed in the dance, and he has entered the realm of self-forgetfulness. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The dancer's head is full of feathers, and his face is painted with colorful oil paint, this kind of costume is obviously not low in the tribe, if not a chief, then it must be a sorcerer.

The rhythm of this person's dance is strong, interpreting the perfect combination of strength and beauty.

Moving horizontally, it is like floating on calm water, not alarmed, jumping vertically, as light as a dragonfly touching the water.

Spinning upside down, like a spinning top spinning at high speed, only a phantom can be seen.

The security guards sitting in the truck compartment were all stunned, completely conquered by the dancing posture of the dancers.

Black people in Africa are natural dancers, and dance not only permeates into their daily activities, but also deeply rooted in their genes, giving them an innate obsession with dance.

Rudy slammed the brakes and nearly threw Michael Peter into the windshield again.

At the sound of Michael Peter's curses, Rudy turned off the fire in obsession, pulled out the car keys, opened the door, and walked towards the dancers in the middle of the improvised road, joining the dance.

As the saying goes, 'The power of example is endless,' Rudy's behavior spread to all the black security guards, and everyone threw their guns in their hands, jumped out of the truck, surrounded them, and joined in the dance.

Michael Peter was so mad that he was screaming and jumping wildly, ordering the blacks to get back at once, or else they would all be fired.

But no one paid attention to the shouts of Michael Peter, and the atmosphere of the dance became more and more enthusiastic, and everyone danced in a fascination and lost themselves.

The soloist became the lead dancer, stepping on the dancing steps, pushing the atmosphere of the dance to a climax.

Michael Peter was completely discouraged, staring at a group of black people dancing wildly, not knowing what to do.

Suddenly, Michael Peter saw black people dancing wildly, and one of them, somehow collapsed, lying on the ground, snoring.

Then another black man fell, likewise remembering the snoring.

More and more people fell, and for a while the snoring was like thunder.

Looking at the lead dancer again, he has turned into a shadow, like a butterfly wearing flowers, flying among the black people who dance wildly, wherever he flies, there are black people falling, making a shocking snoring sound.

It suddenly occurred to Michael Peter that he had seen this scene somewhere, and for a moment, he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

Suddenly, Michael Peter's back was covered in cold sweat and his clothes were soaked, and he suddenly realized how familiar this scene was with the first gold brick theft.

Only that time, the number of black people was small, only twenty black security guards, and this time, the number of black security guards reached two hundred, and the scene was much more spectacular than the first time, and the snoring was dozens of times louder.

Michael Peter's palms were sweaty and his body was shaking with fright, but he still forcibly controlled his trembling arms, put his hands into his pockets, and went to pick up the pistol issued to him by the company.

By this time, the two hundred black security guards, plus the three black drivers, had all fallen to the ground, snoring and snoring.

The lead dancer, like a cloud of smoke, quietly came to Michael Peter's side, raised his hand and gently touched Michael Peter's sleeping hole, and Michael Peter immediately collapsed to the ground and fell asleep.

In the distance, a group of black men rushed out of the bushes, and Lilina and Sara took the lead, running at the front.

As Lilina ran, she shouted excitedly: "Bald Yuwei, you are simply amazing, you can easily handle more than 200 people." It's just amazing. ”

Sara smiled and said, "What I didn't expect was that Bald Yui's dance was so good, she was simply a god of dance." ”

Pendit smiled: "Vulture is the patron saint of our tribe, the god of dancing or something, how can it be compared to Vulture Yui." ”

In order not to make those black security guards suspicious, Wang Ning dyed all the skin exposed on the outside of his clothes black, painted oil paint on his face, and inserted feathers on the top of his head, and really looked like a tribal chief.

Since the restoration of the cultivation of internal strength, Wang Ning's strength has grown rapidly, with Wang Ning's current strength, let alone imitating black people to dance, even if he imitates birds and flies over the treetops, it is not a difficult task.

Lilina and Sara rushed up, one of them hugged one of Wang Ning's arms, jumped hard, and kept talking in their mouths.

Pendit glared at the sisters dotingly: "Now is not the time to chat, hurry up and let go of Bald Wei and get down to business, otherwise, I won't let the two of you come with me next time." ”

The sisters stuck out their tongues, let go of Wang Ning's arms, and together with the black hunters, dragged the sleeping black security guard into the grass by the roadside.

Wang Ning came to the sleeping Michael Peter, searched for Michael Peter's satellite phone and pistol, and then threw Michael Peter into the grass on the side of the road.

After the road was cleared, Wang Ning led everyone, got into the truck, went around the road in a big circle, and then walked through the reckless wasteland and returned to the tribal station.

Faced with the ten tons of gold on the truck, Wang Ning, Peng Dite, and Deli Kun were a little worried.

The last 10 tons of gold that was robbed of the Fistra mining group were sold less than half, despite their efforts to sell through various channels.

How to sell the ten tons of gold that was snatched back this time has become a big problem.

Wang Ning, Delikun, and Pendit discussed for a long time, but they didn't come up with a good solution, and finally had to decide to dig a pit and bury it first.

Anyway, gold is a thing that will not rust when buried in the ground, and when it is needed, it will be dug out of the ground, and it will still be golden gold, and the value will not be lost at all.

The Fistra Mining Group was robbed of another ten tons of gold this time, but it was surprisingly calm, did not call the police, did not go to the Ministry of the Interior to make trouble, but acted as if nothing had happened.

The outside world has speculated that the Fistra Mining Group was tormented by the irresponsible attitude of the official and the super low efficiency of handling cases, and it was too lazy to report the case.

When the news reached the Sandy Tribal camp, the camp immediately boiled, and the black brothers rushed to tell each other, high-fived, rejoiced, and raised their eyebrows.

Finally, the Fistra Mining Group was deflated, and everyone was very happy.

Wang Ning felt that things might not be so simple.

It's like before a storm, there is not a single breeze around you, but it's just a storm of waves gathering strength.

Wang Ning reminded the black brothers to strengthen their vigilance and not to relax their vigilance, but the black brothers are used to being lazy, and once there is no pressure, they begin to let loose the wreckage, drink wine, and open a bonfire.