Jaber Air Base should be said to be the safest place in Kuwait!

Although it is very close to Kuwait City, because of the presence of United Nations troops, it has naturally formed a natural "green area". No matter how stubborn you are, you can't go to this point.

Do you think anyone can seize air supremacy over the US military?

It is no exaggeration to say that in the short term, no country should have this advantage.

Many industrial chains have been formed around the "green zone".

There are even custom venues!

When Gao Jun and his party walked to the door, they saw a white man in a suit followed by four or five women in cooler clothes, who was dragging a few officers-looking people to bargain openly.

He couldn't help but take another look.

"That's Sykes, a Bahraini woman. You can come here for 60 US dollars. The protection measures are very good, and..." Miller saw the boss looking over and took the initiative to introduce her.

Gao Jun glanced at him in surprise. The other person's unfinished expression showed that he had definitely taken care of him.

However, it is understandable.

There are no women at all in Jaber Air Force Base. As the saying goes: In the days when there are no women, it is fun to tease men.

Wherever there is a need, there is service.

The most indispensable thing in this world is... street lights!

It must be very beautiful when hung up.

"It's a bit expensive." Gao Jun looked at the women.

"The prices on the battlefield are like this. I heard that a portion of fried rice in the Chinese restaurant costs 10 US dollars (1991 exchange rate: 43 RMB)," Heinsberg said beside him.

"That high?"

Boss Gao looked surprised, but he nodded with understanding. After all, seeking wealth through risk has never been a common saying.

He didn't have much time to get to know the prostitute. The Rabe on the phone didn't look very good, so he had to go check it out quickly.

"Chinese Dragon" restaurant!

This is located in a relatively remote part of the Green Zone. This area is full of catering industries. At least Gao Jun saw the army hot pot.

That's right, that stuff was originally picked up on the ground and mixed together, and then some people praised it for being delicious.

When prisoners of war come, they have to read the Geneva Conventions!

If the Italians had been eating military hot pot, they would have given you a bullet in the head. You still want us to surrender?

But let’s not talk about it, some people actually eat it.

South Korea was one of the participating countries.

"Give way, give way."

A group of people gathered around the entrance of the Chinese restaurant to watch the excitement. Miller and Tonikov pushed them away when they came up. Some people were dissatisfied and wanted to curse, but after seeing the posture, they kept their mouths shut.

Standing outside, you can see two groups of people facing each other inside, and the ground is covered with broken tables, chairs, and glass.

"How did it happen like this? Others have to work, and you ruined the place." Gao Jun stood at the door and clicked his tongue twice. He raised his head and saw Rabe confronting seven or eight black people.

"Yuri!"

When Rabe saw him, he shouted, his tone full of joy.

Do they know each other?!

The black man's expression suddenly became embarrassed.

Gao Jun smiled, lifted up a chair in front of him, kicked off the bottle fragments on the ground, and arranged them properly, "What's going on?"

"These people are insulting our faith when they are eating!" Rabe said angrily, and then elaborated a lot. It turned out that when they came to eat, the black man next to them happened to be there. The other party drank some wine, and there was a

The one above muttered a few jokes about "faith".

Some of the people who came to eat with Rabe were devout believers, which was not a big deal, so we got right to it.

But despite the fact that black people are not smart, they have strong hands and feet. They can suppress the overwhelming number of people like Rabe and give them a beating. No, if they lose, they will call for help.

Gao Jun doesn't care how much truth or lies there are.

Who asked him to be with Rabe?

What does it mean to help relatives but not to help? In this stupid place, whoever has the big fist will be justified.

Gao Jun nodded, looked at the black people, and thought for a moment, "You don't have any background, right?"

Take a look!

You have to ask clearly, it will be bad if you beat a certain general later.

"Sierra Leone mercenaries, I have seen them." Miller glanced at them and said.

"We belong to the military!" the leading black man shouted when he saw this.

Sierra Leone was founded in 1971…

There is still civil unrest.

But they still dispatched the "expeditionary force", which consisted of 500 people, one-third of the Gambia Army's strength.

But the mercenaries surrounding the military are very mixed and chaotic!

But the black leader is also more aware of current affairs. Not everyone is an idiot. "I am willing to apologize for my people for this incident."

When people are under the roof, they have to get scared quickly!

Gao Jun raised his eyebrows. The other party was quite sensible. He pressed Tony's hand and said, "Don't take out the grenade so early and scare others."

"What do you think?" he asked, looking at Rabe.

The latter felt aggrieved, but he also understood that if there was a conflict outside Jaber Air Base, he would be the one who would suffer.

The Americans standing outside watching the joke are holding their hands. If you hurt one of them, hey, you will see what the military police at the base will do to you.

Rabe could only nod gloomily.

The black leader came over and apologized readily, his eyes looked very sincere, and then helped his drunk companion away, who was fucked a bit hard.

Both eyes were swollen.

"Want to take revenge?" Gao Jun may have seen Rabe's reluctance. After all, for them, faith is really important.

Never, never, never try to provoke other people's thousands of years of culture, just like you don't stand in front of Indians and say lizards, sewer pipes, goats...

Otherwise, you will die laughing.

"We have a saying that if you are not fully prepared, please suppress your anger into your chest. Excessive unwillingness will only affect your reason. Only wild dogs follow instinct."

What Rabe said is somewhat philosophical.

Every civilization has its own reasons for emerging from war.

Gao Jun smiled and turned to look at the two young Asians standing there. They looked at the mess on the ground, obviously a little helpless.

"Are you the boss here?" he said directly in Chinese.

Can a Chinese restaurant be opened by a foreigner?

Not necessarily!

There are also people from the Northeast who drive in Gansu, Sichuan and Hunan.

When the two Asian young men heard this, they became energetic. They saw one of them wearing glasses coming out. They glanced at Rabe and Miller and others who were standing behind them with weapons. They shrank their heads and said, "You

Okay, my name is Liu Lei, this is my friend Luo Min, are you Chinese too?"

Gao Jun nodded slightly and said in a friendly manner, "Hello, how long have you been in Kuwait?"

"I've been here for five years. I'm opening a restaurant here. It's not a good business, so I asked my old friend to come and help. He's only been here four months." Liu Lei smiled bitterly and swept the broken glass shards aside with his feet.

As soon as he mentioned this, Gao Jun became interested. He pulled out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it over. Liu Lei quickly took it with both hands and thanked him. Luo Min nodded shyly and restrainedly.

"How is your restaurant business? It should be good, right?"

"It's okay, I can just make ends meet." Although Liu Lei said this, there was satisfaction in his eyes, which made him a little insincere.

Asians are like this, being low-key and humble is humility, but I have to let you see that I make money.

Boss Gao looked like he understood me, "Can you bring me some fried rice?"

"Of course, wait a minute, Amin, I'll do it, and you can accompany me..." Liu Lei said and looked at Gao Jun.

"My surname is Gao."

"Mr. Gao!"

Luo Min nodded dumbly, and looked very nervous when Liu Lei ran in.

"You don't need to be so restrained. We are outside. Fellow fellows meet fellow fellows. It's not too late to be enthusiastic. Sit down and chat with me." Gao Jun said with a smile. Tonikov and others next to him had already arranged a table and set it on the floor.

The debris and everything else were swept away.

He sat down on the chair and looked at Luo Min. After his butt touched the stool, he glanced at the wall. Egg fried rice was 10 US dollars, pigeon soup was 3 US dollars a bowl (renewable), and beef was 7 US dollars a portion.
To be continued...