Half an hour later, the armed convoy arrived in a clearing outside the dark clouds.

All the militants got out of the car, all looking in shock at the area covered by dark clouds and heavy rain.

It's amazing.

Inside the dark clouds, heavy rain poured down.

Outside Wu Yun, the sun is shining.

It's a miracle.

The militants began to stir, as if someone had spoken of the man of God, which upset the others.

Although carrying a gun to fight, this is something that life forces and there is no way to do.

But let mortals blaspheme the gods, even if they dare to kill, they feel frightened and dare not think lightly.

The warlord leader of the militants was also dumbfounded with a cigar in his mouth at this moment.

The two helicopters he sent out were there to investigate what gods had appeared in this generation.

Because this man of God had gathered a large number of blacks, it disturbed him.

In this generation, he is the king, he is the boss, and anyone who dares to provoke must be severely suppressed.

So he sent helicopters to deter the black populace, to dismantle the ill-intentioned man who used the gods to confuse the blacks.

But the scene he saw now made his heart beat hard.

There is really no scientific basis for the scene in front of me.

In such a sunny world, the sky strangely condensed a huge dark cloud, covering dozens of miles, and then under this dark cloud, heavy rain continued to fall.

At this moment, the rain had flowed down the small gully that had been washed out and had reached his feet.

I touched it with my hand, and it was indeed water. There is no fake.

So what's going on with this dark cloud? Is there really a man of God?

The warlord boss was silent for a moment, then shook his head suddenly, his eyes becoming determined.

Impossible. In this world, how can there really be any gods, they are all false, they are made up by people to appease people's hearts, and it is impossible to really exist at all.

In this world, science is the last word.

Touched the pistol at his waist. The warlord boss was emboldened again.

The gun is a product of science and can dominate a living being.

To put it mildly, guns are the real gods. The bullet is the wrath of the gods.

At that moment, the warlord boss showed a fierce look in his eyes, and turned around and began to gather his subordinates.

Soon, the militants gathered. Silently looked at the head.

From the eyes of his subordinates. The head saw the awe, and he was dissatisfied.

For he felt that this awe was not for himself, but for the dark clouds behind him, to the ethereal deity.

The reason why the warlord leader can be the leader is that in addition to his money and guns, he is also ruthless.

The warlord leader didn't explain anything, and he strolled up to a young man. Asked, "Do you think there are gods in this world?"

The young subordinate looked at the boss timidly, and said weakly: "I believe in being blinded ......"

Bang.

A crisp gunshot interrupted the young man's words.

It was the head of the warlord who fired the gun.

The muzzle of the gun is still smoking. The young man fell to the ground, his brow bleeding and his blank eyes wide open. It doesn't seem to understand why you have to die if you say a word.

The other subordinates were also dumbfounded, and looked at the warlord leader one by one, and the awe in their eyes made the warlord leader very satisfied.

Because this time he felt that this group of young men was in awe of himself.

It's good, when you're the boss, that's what you want.

Blowing the muzzle of the gun slowly, the warlord leader said calmly: "Young men, I have good news for you, I also have the protection of the gods." ”

The militants were stunned.

What? You're protected by the gods, too? Just kidding, how come we don't know?

The warlord leader raised his gun seriously and said, "This is my god, it makes me strong, makes me rich, makes me worry-free, it is my god." ”

Looking at the pistol at the head of the warlord, the militants were speechless.

Are guns also gods?

"Don't believe it, when we stand on this earth, the only thing we can trust is the gun in our hands, because it can guarantee our lives, so take your guns as the gods you believe in, so that you can live happily. ”

I have to say that the warlord boss also has a set of fooling people.

Although the reason sounds strange.

But in Africa, it is a wise saying.

They can occupy one side and be chic and happy, don't they just rely on the guns in their hands?

If there were no guns, what would be the difference between them now and those black people who were wandering and waiting to die?

So, the gun is their god and their shelter.

"Gods. ”

The young man with the organic spirit immediately raised the gun in his hand and cheered loudly.

Some people take the lead, others naturally follow suit, and then the call of the gods continues.

The momentum of everyone was connected, and the timid aura in their hearts that was frightened by the dark clouds and heavy rain in front of them disappeared in an instant.

Seeing that his subordinates had regained their morale and had become cute warriors who could fight well, the warlord leader was satisfied.

He held up his gun and said loudly, "Now, I'm going to conquer this strange place, I'm going to see what's inside, and who wants to see it for me." ”

"I'll go, I'll go, I'll go!"

The militants shouted for battle, and their morale was high.

The warlord leader immediately named the loudest among them, called them out, and said earnestly: "Go, boys, this is a special combat mission, as long as this mission is completed, I will give you a reward of 1,000 dollars each when you come back." ”

How much is 1,000 US dollars? When converted into RMB, it is only a little more than 6,000. A white-collar worker's salary is just a month's salary.

But for the African people, this money is a lot of money, a very heavy reward, and the basis for a chic life, drunk and dreaming of death.

Therefore, the selected fighters were even more excited, and they were all full of momentum, even if there was an enemy ambush in the depths of the heavy rain, they were willing to rush up and fight.

And those militants who were not selected were all envious, jealous and hateful, and secretly blamed themselves for their bad luck and did not get this task.

Under the expectant gaze of the warlord leader and the jealous gaze of other companions, the chosen warrior set off.

Dressed in raincoats and loaded guns, they walked into the rain with high spirits, and walked towards the depths of the heavy rain.

As long as the situation inside is investigated, there is a reward of one thousand dollars per person.

Simple tasks, high rewards.

They are fearless.

However, when they walked into the rain curtain less than a hundred meters, suddenly several thunderbolts fell.

In a flash of lightning, several excited militants fell. Then an old black man came over with a group of strong black men and looked angrily at the militants who had fallen to the ground.

The old black man said coldly: "Arrest them back and wait for the judgment of the gods." ”

"Yes!"

The strong blacks lifted the fallen militants to the ground and walked into the depths of the rain curtain.

And this scene, because of the pouring rain and the darkness under the dark clouds, made it impossible for the militants outside to see, they only saw a flash of lightning. (To be continued......)