Besley laughed loudly, leaned back, and leaned tightly on the chair, which had already exposed the cotton wool inside. He put his feet on the gaming table and spread his right hand.

"What kind of business can you do with me? My black market can generate sales of more than 300,000 West African CFA francs every day. If you want to do business here, you can, but I will charge a 45% tax!"

His eyes gleamed, "Besley Tax!"

300,000 West African CFA francs is about 800 U.S. dollars, which is already a very high income, so when the black slave seller asked for an additional 200 U.S. dollars, he knew that he had taken Gao Jun as a scapegoat.

45% tax?

A robber may not be a black dog, but a black dog must be a robber!

Gao Jun cursed secretly in his mind. He really wanted to go up and give the opponent a shot, but the two bodyguards standing behind Besley, holding AK47s, looked at him eagerly.

Although there is no difference between a black man holding a gun and an armed orangutan, he can at least understand where the gun is pointed.

If Gao Jun has any intention.

Such a close distance…

Let's just say he only has one skull.

"Mr. Besley, I am an arms dealer..." Gao Jun pondered for a moment before planning to continue.

"NONONO! Africa doesn't need spears. If you want to do business, either do what I do, or go and tell God." Besley pointed to a drawing on the wall with a spear hanging on it.

The other party's tone was full of... condescension?

This made Gao Jun confused.

What was it about Dakar that made you feel like you were seeing the whole world?

Just because your brother-in-law is the leader of the Sherel movement?

Well... that is also an armed force that is relatively close to the government forces, with about 2,000 people. Just like the civil strife in many countries, there are rebels and pro-government forces.

This is called standing in line.

If it weren't for the people behind him, could a person like Besley open a black market in Dakar? And the business would be pretty good?

Everywhere, it’s all about connections and relationships.

Do you think gringos don’t open the back door?

Everyone’s front door is open!

Only a minority of people eat meat. If you can drink soup, you have crossed the class. In places like Africa, if you are rich and lead a group of people to rebel and survive for a period of time without being wiped out, you have crossed the class.

Already.

So, has civilization really liberated mankind?

Gao Jun's expression wasn't very good either. "Since Mr. Besley doesn't want to earn these 200,000 West African CFA francs, I won't force him." He turned around and prepared to leave.

But until Besley walked out the door, he didn't hear the word "wait" in his calculation, and could even feel the disdainful look in his eyes.

Gao Jun is also a man with a good face, so he can't just walk back in despair and walk out of the room with a sullen face.

"Boss, 200,000 West African CFA francs, is this money really not profitable?" Ma Zai next to him swallowed his saliva and said greedily.

Besley narrowed his eyes and sneered, "An Asian came to Africa to do business? He only brought so many people with him. How much energy do you think they have? I think he even sold us some World War II weapons as if we were idiots.

, or even a flintlock."

This kind of thing really happened.

During the civil war in Chad, a group of Italians negotiated a price with a group of local indigenous people and purchased it with diamonds. However, when it was transported, it turned out to be weapons from World War I and World War II, and they were all very rusty.

The natives were so angry that they nailed the Italians to pillars. Do you think black people are really easy to bully?

"Actually, I know this Asian man. My informant at Dakar Airport told me that there was an An-12 transport plane parked there, and the person it belonged to was this Yuri," Besley said.

"Then...he should really be here for business. Doesn't he need to be introduced to General Dawas?"

Besley's eyes flashed with "wisdom" and he looked at his horse boy, "Introduce him to Davas? Then we can only get 200,000 West African CFA francs, but if we kidnap him! How much can we get if we ask for ransom?"

One hundred thousand dollars or even millions of dollars in banknotes, and a big plane!"

This is his purpose.

Those who deliberately do not want to do business with Gao Jun have already thought about it and want to take advantage of him.

He still clearly distinguishes the importance of 200,000 West African CFA francs and hundreds of thousands of US dollars. You think he is stupid, but he is smarter than anyone else.

My brother-in-law's business belongs to my brother-in-law, not him.

The kidnapping business is my own.

It's normal to occasionally play a guest role as a kidnapper.

French men still don’t show their strength from time to time?

After hearing Besley's plan, Ma Zai praised him for being smart, but the boss was just different.

Best said this very proudly, with a fierce look in his eyes, "You bring someone there tonight..."

…

When he walked out of the room, he saw Tony and others looking over. Gao Jun's chin slightly nodded, "Let's go out and talk."

As soon as the group walked to the door, they heard screams and saw the black slave trader opening the cage, taking out the "goods" and vigorously introducing them to the buyers standing next to them.

He glanced at it and then looked away.

As soon as I walked out of the church, I heard the screeching sound of tires sliding on the ground. Following the sound, I saw a Nissan car rushing over from the corner, and then slammed into the wall next to it, from behind.

Following a car closely, a black man leaned forward and pointed a submachine gun at the Nissan.

"Be careful!" Boris hurriedly pulled Gao Jun and hid under the steps. Five people also got down from Nissan. A group of people were shooting at each other in the street at the door.

The bullets streaked overhead in the dark night.

The security personnel who heard the gunshots quickly closed the door of the church. No matter how arrogant Besley was, he would not go out at this time and asked them to say, give me a face and stop fighting.

You can see the sparks from the muzzle of the gun in the dark night.

"Go this way." Yevgeny patted Boris on the shoulder and flicked his thumb to the side, indicating that the corner next to him was safe.

It is easy to encounter gunfights in Africa.

You have to be ready to explode at any time.

Therefore, never stay where you are and wait for rescue.

Chances are, rescuers are rushing!

"I'll go in front first." Bancroft volunteered and held his weapon ten meters away.

This made Gao Jun pay more attention to the communication system.

In the future, my own "barbarian" business must also be like this, and I must provide the best service and logistics for my people, otherwise...

How much is the pension after death?

Regular mercenary companies have pensions, but temporary workers do not. What does this mean?

Organization! Brother, organization is very important!

There were no street lights in Dakar at night. Under the protection of Tony and others, Gao Jun tried his best to move towards a safe area. It started to rain lightly, which made Dakar become even more gloomy at night.

"Dear God, look at us and see how we miss you..." A sighing song came from the ruins nearby. Gao Jun looked over and saw an old man wrapped in cloth pulling Ke.

The violinist sang sadly.

Maybe…

In their hearts, only heaven is the most beautiful home.

Some people cannot leave this bird place throughout their lives.

"Stop!" Tony suddenly lowered his voice. Several people stopped and saw Bancroft crouching behind a ruin in front. Looking forward, a beam of light shone over, clearly shining on that place.

The old man singing.

The instrument in the other person's hand paused and he raised his head. Gao Jun, who was hiding in the alley next to him, could see clearly. There was also helplessness in the wrinkles of the old man, and there was hesitation, loss and relief in his eyes.

Chuchuchu!

A shot of bullets came over and killed him directly.

A pickup truck passed quickly with a searchlight on the back. It did not drive in the direction of Gao Jun, but turned a corner and headed elsewhere, because there were also people seen there.

"Government troops..." Yevgeny said.

Gao Jun wiped his face and his eyes twitched.

"TMD! This business is really hard to do!"

They are all crazy.

Just know how to kill, kill, kill!

Savage inferiors!

"Boss, there is a factory over there. We can go there to take shelter from the rain."

Seeing that the rain is getting heavier and heavier, it is impossible for the government troops and the rebels to fight. People also have to rest at night, not to mention the orangutans do not work on rainy days.

As soon as they entered the factory, it was dark.

Yevgeny suddenly shouted: "Wait!"

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