There is no weather forecast for West Africa.

In a country that relies entirely on the weather, when it rains, it will naturally turn off the engine. If these black people still have professional ethics during the war, then they will not be picking cotton on the plantations, but

Send the French guy to show off the white flag.

In the dilapidated streets, there are only homeless refugees hiding among the ruins. They raise their heads and look at the foggy sky. When will the moving light come in?

The government troops and rebels are no longer fighting, but there is still a lot of chaos in the joints.

"Don't grab it, don't grab it. This is the last bit of food we have... Please, don't take it away." A thin black woman held half a piece of bread tightly in her hand, and a black man in front of her pulled hard.

Seeing that she wouldn't let go, there was a bit of fierceness in her eyes, and she raised her feet and held it hard.

But women just don't let go.

Standing behind him was a child about three or four years old, crying loudly, his black fingers pulling at him in confusion.

There were many people around, but they all looked on numbly.

In an inconspicuous pickup truck not far away, Yevgeny, who was sitting in the driver's seat, was holding a cigarette butt and lighting it against the cigarette in his mouth. Tonikov was sitting in the back, fiddling with his weapon.

Lu Wu next to him folded his hands and frowned, looking at the scene in front of him. As soon as he put his hand on the door lock, he heard Tony behind him say, "What are you doing?"

"I can't stand it..."

Yevgeny raised his head and looked forward, "No matter what we do, we are not the Salvation Army."

"Even if you save her this time, what about the next time? There are always times that you can't see. The weak like to look for a sense of presence in the weaker. They dare not stick a spear into the mouth of the strong, because, they

Afraid of being killed."

Lu Wu was silent for a moment, "Maybe she should try to buy a gun."

Yevgeny rolled down the window and threw the cigarette butt out of the fire. Hearing his words, he was startled and his eyes flashed, "The boss said the same, but only if she has money."

He said and rubbed his fingers.

"The boss will not do a loss-making business."

Just as Lu Wu was about to speak, he heard two gunshots. He turned his head sharply and saw the black man holding an M1935s pistol and shooting three times at the woman's head.

WWII stuff…

It will also kill people.

Finally, the people around him were no longer numb and ran away in fear. They would only choose to "run" when their own lives were endangered.

The child cried loudly, and the black man who stole the bread ran away in panic.

"Robbing bread with a gun? Why don't you rob a bank if you have the ability? Black people just don't know how to use their brains." Yevgeny curled his lips, but as soon as he finished speaking, he saw Lu Wu suddenly grab him in excitement.

collar.

"Damn it, what are you doing? Let go!" Yevgeny shouted loudly.

"It was you who killed her! Your indifference and indifference killed her!" Lu Wu roared in a low voice. Tonikov saw that something was wrong from behind, and hurriedly strangled the opponent's neck from behind, "Calm down! Calm down!"

Three men were tearing each other apart in a small space. Even if you were a scout, there was nothing you could do under the hand-to-hand fighting between two big men.

"Asshole, what do you think you are? God?" Yevgeny also grabbed Lu Wu's chin angrily, pressed his head directly against the glass, and said angrily, "You are just a piece of shit! A rubbish society.

You want to save them? Who are you? Are you a United Nations official? Or are you the President of Senegal? You are neither, you son of a bitch, you are selling your dignity for money just like us.

Rubbish!"

Every "person!" has his value.

The premise is that you are human.

No money, no status, no connections, what is your name?

You are the decimal point in national probability science.

"I will write down your situation in the record book, and when I go back, I will tell the boss truthfully." Tonikov said with a serious face, "I have the right to directly determine that you have failed this assessment."

Yes, this is an assessment, and the target is Besley.

Lu Wu finally calmed down. No, it should be said that he was tired. Being pressed by two people like this, could he not be tired? The most important thing is that if he is eliminated, then it is impossible for his mother to get this money.

Still staying in the hospital.

Tonikov felt the other person relax, slowly let go of his hand, and glanced at Yevgeny, who had a dark face and pushed Lu Wu.

"The meaning of your war is different from the current war. I understand your justice, but you must understand that you are not a soldier now, and there is no force behind you that can let you do whatever you want. You have to live for yourself, you cheap

Two words were written all over his clothes, poor man, don't think so much, he's out." Tonikov tried his best to soften his tone, forcefully pulled his head away, and pointed not far away, just right.

Besley said as he walked out of the church.

"As long as you kill him, you can get 6,000 US dollars. Either he dies or you become poor."

Lu Wu's eyes were fixed on Besley who was walking to the car. Behind him were several gunmen. This guy was also afraid of death. He always traveled in groups.

"Hurry up!" Yevgeny also urged, glancing at Tonikov from the corner of his eye, but he kept moving his hands. As soon as he changed gears, he slowly started to move towards Besley's motorcade.

You can see the face of the driver sitting in front of you.

When they passed each other, Lu Wu grabbed the AK47 at his feet, pulled the bolt of the gun, pushed open the door, fired through the glass, and Besly, who was sitting in the back seat, was covered with bullet holes on the spot. Tonikov

He also got out of the car, fired at the driver and co-pilot, and shouted to Yevgeny, who threw him a grenade.

Tonikov let go of his hand and hung the gun on his chest. He pulled the grenade ring and threw it into the church.

He blew back the gunman who was about to come to support after hearing the noise.

"Let's go!" Tonikov patted Lu Wu on the shoulder and pushed him back. Yevgeny stepped on the accelerator and drove away.

The largest black market boss in Dakar was killed in front of the church!

This news immediately swept the entire city, and was accompanied by "news" that Waters Scott of the [Axe Gang] was paying to kill Beslie on the black market.

I don’t know why this news spread so fast.

How fast?

Soon, there were children running and shouting on the street, as if they were celebrating Besley's death, and cheering for Waters, who had eliminated a scourge.

Rumors full of holes, but there is a saying.

It's crushing to death under your tongue!

People's words are scary, especially Besley's identity.

It is destined to cause an accident.

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