Bureau 13 Factory, in a small cubicle.

Gao Jun crossed his legs and shook them. He seemed to be in a good mood. He held a cigarette in his right hand and tapped his knees a few times. He raised his head and looked at Lu Wu and Yevgeny standing in front of him.

"I heard that you guys fought? That's great. Who won?" He said casually, but from listening to Tonikov's ears, he knew that the boss was hiding a knife behind his smile.

The two of them remained silent.

Gao Jun glanced at Lu Wu, then waved his head towards Tony, who handed him a stack of US dollars and forced them into his arms.

"This is your reward. I keep my word. 6,000 US dollars should be able to support you in the hospital for a while." Gao Jun said with a smile, "Don't worry, Mr. Ma doesn't know about this, and I will keep it quiet."

Speak up and return home safely."

After Lu Wu heard this, he was really a little anxious. He raised his head and said, "Sir..."

Gao Jun stood up and straightened his collar, "People can have principles and bottom lines. This is very noble, but I don't like it very much. You may not be suitable for the company."

This reason left Lu Wu speechless.

He is a human being!

It is normal for people to have their own ideas, but the performers on the stage are all dirty, hypocritical politicians, crazy bitches, and even gentleman drug lords, everyone is playing the role

yourself, if you have a bottom line.

That can only be the audience.

Gao Jun patted his shoulder and walked out of the cubicle. He was willing to give Lu Wu a chance simply because the other party came to him on his own, which surprised him.

Unexpectedly…

"It smells really good." Standing at the door of the cubicle, he put the cigarette under his nose and smelled the tobacco, which was very fragrant. "What brand is this?"

"Chesterfield," said Boris.

"Buy two more and take them back to Taylor and the others to try. You have to bring some gifts when you come out, right?"

"Boss, Chesterfield cigarettes are from the United States." Bancroft was still too honest and said it directly. Boss Gao paused, "Cigarettes that have been abroad have a different taste.

."

"Yes... yes?" Bancroft wanted to continue, but Boris next to him finally couldn't stand it anymore and pulled down his clothes. After realizing it, he nodded quickly, "Yes, I have been abroad, so...

Like studying abroad, studying in Africa is considered studying abroad, right?"

This rude fellow just can't speak.

If you are too simple-minded, you just know how to carry the RPK light machine gun.

Gao Jun was afraid that he would be tricked to death.

Especially now that there are two factions within the company, the Soviet faction and the Americans. The two countries themselves have been in the Cold War for decades, and opposition and conflict thinking have long been instilled in their minds.

Especially since they all retired from the army and are more radical in their thinking. Now Gao Jun can still control the situation, but if there are too many people, internal chaos will easily occur.

Don't think that mercenaries really don't have other thoughts.

Wherever there are people, there will be rivers and lakes!

Internal struggles are often more brutal than external struggles.

However, Boss Gao has always had no restrictions. As long as I do my job well, I won't be blind.

"Let's go see Mr. Waters. Maybe he is exhausted now." Gao Jun held the cigarette in his mouth, stuck it in his pocket, and told Bancroft and Yevgeny to keep it.

"Boss, is it unsafe for the three of you to go?" Yevgeny said worriedly.

"Would it be safe if there were two more of you?"

“…”

This is true. As a local gang boss, he must at least have more people than Gao Jun. With one bullet per person, Napoleon would have to turn his hand into a dagger.

When you go out to do business, you have to consider the possibility of being shot to death, so you have to leave yourself with a backup plan, "If I am shot to death and the company is dissolved on the spot, you must tell me all about your plan to assassinate Besley."

Cambesto (Dakar Regular Army), maybe, I can see him in God."

Yevgeny was startled. Seeing how free and easy his boss was, he felt very impressed. He nodded slightly.

Do you think it’s a joke that shopping malls are like battlefields?

Especially if you are engaged in gray business, you may be reclaimed by others if you are not careful.

After Ma Guohua said hello, the other party frowned when they heard that Gao Jun and the others were going out.

"Don't worry, I will leave two employees. They are capable enough to protect you. We will be back soon. Moreover, they will not come in such a heavy rain." Gao Jun glanced outside, and then he seemed to swear a promise.

said.

I didn't notice at all that the expressions of Tony, Yevgeny and others behind me gradually became abnormal...

Seeing how determined he was, Ma Guohua also agreed.

Anyway, if I don't agree, why won't he leave? These legs are growing on their own legs and are of no use.

"Don't you even have an umbrella?" Gao Jun looked around. This place where birds don't poop is really full of disgusting waste, and the air is filled with a strong smell.

Senegal cannot even produce an umbrella by itself and relies on imports for everything.

Tony drove a car over.

A Lexus, it’s funny to say that Africa has nothing, but Africa has everything!

People from all over the world are smuggling here!

I don’t know either…

Where did the African guy get his money?

Then I thought about it, Africans have no money, but the government has money, and black people cannot manage the country. Making money is the first priority. Even the fingerprint machine on the Swiss bank account is black.

It’s faded!

The sound of the Lexus hitting puddles was pretty good, the tires squeaked and the chassis was rubbed against it.

Heading towards Waters' "mansion".

…

On an avenue called Bonaparte in Dakar, this should be regarded as the most luxurious and wealthy area in the country.

The president's official residence is nearby, and all the ministers who are close to him also live here.

Nubia has also arranged an anti-aircraft arm here, all DzSU-23 23mm double-barreled anti-aircraft guns, which can destroy low-altitude targets and even shoot flatly.

There is a post at three steps and a sentry at five steps.

As soon as the Lexus drove past, it was stopped by armed soldiers in military uniforms. A captain with a red badge came over, knocked on the hood, and signaled them to go back.

"Sir, we are here to see friends." Boris, the co-pilot, pushed out of the car, raised his hand and shouted, holding a stack of African francs on the hood and smiling.

The captain suddenly shrank from his bad temper, his eyes stayed on Franc for a few more seconds, and he licked his lips, "Who are you looking for?"

"Waters Scott."

The captain's eyebrows jumped. He is a "watchdog" and of course he knows what this name means. Among the confidants in Nubia, the most ruthless person is not the intelligence minister, but the current leader of the Sherel movement.

As his brother-in-law, Waters is also quite famous.

"He is not in a good mood right now, sir." The captain said a little more for the sake of the money. The incident of Besley's death was making a big fuss, and he had heard about it, and Waters was involved in the whirlpool.

Boris looked back at his boss sitting in the car.

"We are journalists from the United States. You can contact him and want to interview him about something."

Of course the captain doesn't believe this nonsense, journalist?

Why didn't you tell me you were here to sell gold dumplings?

"Please wait a moment." Black people have learned to use honorifics. The captain glanced at his subordinates, ran back to the guard box, and contacted them on the phone.

"This place is more strict than the Pentagon." Tonikov said with his hands on the steering wheel.

"When you go to the zoo, do ferocious animals need to be managed much more strictly than gentle-looking animals? They should put a sign at the door: Wild orangutans, please don't come near." Gao Jun sat behind and whispered.

Tonikov smiled in a dignified manner.

In Bonaparte Avenue, the tallest building is the presidential residence, and Waters' villa is on the outside, next to the I handles of various departments.

He can be here only because of his sister.

At this time, there was a sound of singing in the villa, and a black man was seen lying in the swimming pool. There were seven or eight beauties of various colors inside, still not wearing clothes.

Waters raised his head, looking relieved.

At this moment, there was a rush of footsteps in his ears. He turned his head and saw his subordinate running over. He couldn't help but glance at the woman in the swimming pool, swallowed, but quickly lowered his head.

.

"Boss, there was a call from the guard box just now. Someone is looking for you, saying that he is a news reporter from the United States and wants to interview you." The younger brother said softly.

Waters was startled, then laughed and said, "Journalist?" He was indeed a little unexpected, but he was also a little proud. Americans? Has his reputation spread to that world?

Nubia was interviewed by a French reporter. This is a very cool thing, isn't it?
To be continued...