"Trade!" Lieutenant Colonel agreed readily and told Gao Jun his name, "My name is Mopti Pride Hand Tank Lieutenant Colonel Bablu."

Africans' names are long, hard and smelly!

This Moputi is the place of birth, pride is personality, hand drums are specialties, lieutenant colonel is military rank, and Bablu is the name.

Why don’t you call it Kameda, Yamai, or the foot of the mountain?

Oh oh, you said your mom is not messing around in the wild? That's right.

"I'll stay in this hotel..." Gao Jun turned around and looked behind his eyes, his eyes twitched slightly. Half of the body in the main building was blown up. Can he sleep?

"Don't worry, Mr. Yuri, I will block it with a cover at night. When I have the opportunity to renovate it in the future, it should be fine for people to live in it." Bablu said with a smile, pausing his tone, "The walls here are relatively deep and very safe. The 12mm bullet cannot be penetrated. The steel bars inside can prevent RPG to a certain extent, so... it is very safe here."

I'm so staying in a hotel, not a safe house!

Gao Jun didn't say anything, and looked into the distance. The surrounding civilian houses had long been razed to the ground, as if only here could live around.

"Battle! Over! I'm here to make money, not to enjoy the happiness." He comforted himself in his heart and forced a smile, "Then will you have troops to ensure safety?"

"I promise!"

...

"Make sure you're fucking!" Gao Jun complained and walked back to the hotel room. It was a mess inside. The bullet holes could be connected to the Big Dipper. Another one could directly summon the dragon.

Boris and Evgeny re-layed the mattress, which means sweeping off all the broken glass and residue on it, and just be able to lie down.

"Boss, can you really believe this African?" Bancroft asked in silence.

"He lives in Africa and is born to lie. Deception has long been accustomed to them. Therefore, this is just a road, but not a necessary road. If you contact the local black market, you will say that I have a large amount of new weapons in my hand, and the quantity is better!" Gao Jun put his waist on his waist, held a cigarette in his mouth, and scratched the wall with his leather shoes a few times, removing the mud on the soles of his shoes.

Even Dakar is full of mud.

If you weren't afraid of HIV here, Gao Jun really planned to find a massage and foot washing spot to relax. Of course, this was just trying to wash the tired mud under his feet.

Looking through the window, the war in the distance still did not stop.

This city is like an open sewer, full of garbage and scum. Kind people have long turned into puppets and corpses in the war.

The streets of war are blurred, the white smoke is filled with the air, the rebels who are full of night, the seemingly lively streets, loneliness is like a shadow, and death is everywhere.

Here, you can always recruit half of the poor to kill the other half, and then the ruler is still high!

"Pray for you, Dakar!"

Night gradually comes.

Chaos will be even more chaotic, and sadness will be even more tragic.

But madness can be even more crazy.

With the ability of old fried dough sticks such as Boris, the world line here was quickly opened. If you find a street woman for 40 celsius francs, they can tell you where is the most lively place in Dakar.

Church of St. Dakar, France!

This is a church built by France in the 1960s to "celebrate" Senegal's independence, and it is regarded as a symbol of "friendship".

Europeans are always such a bitch.

They naturally forgot the history of enslaving you, and always thought that you should thank them for their generosity and did not exterminate you, and naturally thought that you should forgive them.

What is dirty about a bitch is the body, and what is dirty about the world is the soul.

Even under the war, Africans maintained an "optimistic" attitude. During the day, this church is a place of faith for praying for life, and at night, it is Satan's residence.

This is the black market in Dakar!

In fact, the black market is not that mysterious, it is a trading market that exists without official permission.

For example, the US black market is about 700 billion US dollars a year, and Phoenix even has a special black market family, mainly engaged in acquaintance businesses.

Of course not acquaintances like Hiroshima.

That kind of disease is prone to illness.

Although it is legal to possess a gun in the United States, buying a gun requires registration and remediation. In this way, once a criminal case occurs, one will be checked accurately and you will not be able to escape.

When a bullet leaves the barrel, the bullet will rotate in the barrel. The bullet cracks, bullet holes, and abrasions caused by different barrels are different. The differences in bullets are just like differences in human fingerprints. Through these differences, the police can track down the weapons.

In this case, a "ghost gun" is very important for criminals.

Small business, honest business.

Pay money in one hand and deliver goods in the other.

Late night secret room, buy more and discount.

Of course, that is relatively legal for countries, and for places like Africa, the black market sells everything you can sell!

When Gao Jun and his group came here, it was very lively inside!

Covering is what literati and poets need to do. They are all people who are so poor that they have to commit crimes before they can get a meal. Where do you need any other face?

As for whether to wear a mask?

Do you think a party?

Moreover, with so many people, who knows you?

Don’t think too much about yourself. After all, you are just an ordinary person. Anyone can turn when the sun leaves.

As soon as I walked into the church, I smelled a foul smell!

Gao Jun pinched his nose with disgust.

"Sir, sir, come and see this? The latest goods!" A sharp-eyed black man next to him rushed over and was about to hold him up, but Boris pushed him hard, and his warning eyes were waiting for him.

The black man smirked, looked at the AKM assault rifle in Boris's hand, and a trace of greed flashed in his eyes, but he quickly adjusted his mind and lifted up a cloth covered in the cage next to him. He saw the two black girls below trembling, hugging each other, and looking at the man outside the cage in horror.

"These two girls are very good, they have great figures, and they are still unpopular. They will definitely be beautiful when they grow up, most importantly..." The black man lowered his voice, "They are still there."

There was also a harsh laugh as he spoke.

For black people, is there any more profitable business than selling their own compatriots?

Many human rights organizations are criticizing that trafficking of black people in Europe is a crime, and even asking them to provide compensation. Don’t these bad guys know that the slave hunting team has the most black people?

What else is more profitable than selling your closest relatives and friends?

When Africa, which was already lacking civilization, encountered a dragon-riding face from capital interests, there was no chance to fight back and was directly pulled into the greedy world.

Seeing Gao Jun not speaking, the black man suddenly felt like he was thinking of something, and he smiled and said, "If necessary, we can also help you clean up your boss. What do you like?"

"Can human flesh be eaten? Are you not afraid of prions?" Boris also understood what the other party meant. He looked at him in surprise. He couldn't believe that this was actually said from a "human".

Prion means protein virus.

In fact, it is not the only result of humans eating each other. Many times, if you are facing smart organisms, you may produce this virus.

and…

Rich people especially like perverted things. What you call justice, morality, ethics, integrity and shame on them is the bottom line used to provoke. If you don’t break it, what’s the point of being a human being?

Finding superiority in similar people is something that every racial class likes to do.

The black man heard Boris' words and smiled, "This is delicious, isn't it?"

Gao Jun glanced at the little girl from the light, and they looked at him tremblingly, with horror, confusion, hope, and prayer in his eyes, this was still a child.

"It can be taken away for only $200." The black man saw his eyes staying and thought he had an idea, so he said directly.

"200?" Gao Jun laughed when he heard this. He looked at the black man. He was about to raise his hand and pat the other person on the shoulder. Suddenly, he seemed to think of something. His fingers clenched into a fist in the air. "I have this 200 US dollars, so I should go to Las Vegas to gamble. Maybe I can get rich."

After he finished speaking, he walked towards the church.

Don’t say that Gao Jun has no love, can he save these two girls? Then can there be any changes?

Not possible at all!

And he can't take them in, it's unrealistic. If he saves them, he will let them go back and turn around and they will catch them again.

In this world, you can't save anyone!

Never let your empathy become your overflowing standard. This is why there are few female successful people in the business world in politics because their hearts are not cruel enough!

If your heart is dirty enough...

You will think that this world is very suitable for you.

The black man looked at Gao Jun's back and muttered a few words, which should be a slang word for greeting women. He kicked the cage angrily, scaring the black girls inside to hug each other.

In the church, Gao Jun raised his head and wanted to see the God tied to the cross, so he had to perform a ceremony and pray.

"Look at this Asian? He is still praying?" There were two thugs leaning against the wall at the entrance of the next passage, holding cigarettes. One of them was holding an AK47 in his hand and slightly raised his chin. "I hate people in suits."

"Shut up, guy, just keep your mouth shut and don't cause trouble." Another person said.

The militants holding the gun curled their lips and pulled the bolt. Perhaps this is the only way to show their status in this scene.

After Gao Jun prayed, he opened his eyes, looked around, stared at the two gunmen, and walked straight over.

"He's here." The thug who didn't hold a gun said seriously.

"Sir, you can't enter here."
To be continued...