It's past nine o'clock at night.

A Lexus drove out of the villa, followed by two security vehicles sent by Waters to escort him away.

Sitting in the back seat, Gao Jun smelled of alcohol, had a cigarette in his hand, and his eyes were a little tired. He opened the window, and the cool breeze accompanied by the rain made his scalp numb.

"That cross is pretty good," Gao Jun said coldly.

Boris, who was driving, looked up at him in the rearview mirror, then looked outside in the direction he was pointing, and saw a naked man tied to a cross on a roof on Bonaparte Street.

Go up and enjoy the storm.

With his head hanging down, he was obviously dead.

The sewers in rich areas are just as dirty as the sewers in poor areas.

"Why do those Christians take the cross, the instrument of torture that killed Jesus, as their symbol? If Kennedy were resurrected one day, would he want sniper rifles hanging all over the streets, from church walls to people's necklaces?

Maybe black people should have cotton tattoos on their arms."

Boris thought the boss was curious about why this man was hanging here, but when he heard this question, he turned around and said, "Yeah?"

He looked at Tonikov, who was holding a can of Red Bull. The two looked at each other, and then laughed.

"Okay, you guys are so fake when you laugh." Boss Gao rolled his eyes and said.

"I think it's really funny, boss." Boris was still going to try to explain, moved his buttocks, and muttered, "Hehehe..."

"How much do you think Waters believes what I say?"

Tony: "Why don't you believe it? Boss, what you brought him is good news. If it were me, I think you are right. Besley's death will definitely not do any harm to him."

Boris also spoke next to him, "I agree."

Gao Jun looked through the window into the distance without saying a word. He didn't think Waters could be coaxed through with just a few words.

There are 7 billion people on the earth. If you say there is a check on the moon, you know how many people are willing to climb up the moon for you.

Only interests can guarantee friendship.

When interests start to speak, God must also learn to shut up!

…

In the study room of the villa.

The cold moonlight outside the window reflected on Waters' side face, with a slight nervousness revealed in his determined eyes, and the cigarette butts on the ground told of his distress.

It was like a movie playing in my mind, and I remembered a scene.

With the help of alcohol, I asked myself while eating, "What if I want to avenge Besley?"

Gao Jun wiped his mouth with a napkin calmly.

"We have a saying that life and death determine fate, wealth and honor are in heaven!"

"Do you want to be a policeman? In Dakar? It's better to be a gangster. At least, you will be richer than a policeman, right?"

Waters still clearly remembers the look in Gao Jun's eyes, as if he could see through people's hearts, and his own thoughts could be seen right in front of him.

"Some things have to be done after all, Mr. Waters. Someone among you will definitely die. It's just a matter of time."

"Then if you help Besley, will you kill me too?"

He still remembered Gao Jun's smile, which was very free and easy, "Why not? I only accept US dollars when I come out to make money."

This is an extremely selfish person!

"Why am I not?" Waters said to himself, and suddenly laughed, "As long as you can make me money, you will be my best partner, Yuri, cheers."

He picked up the wine glass on the desk, which contained red wine, and gestured in front of him as if Gao Jun was sitting in front of him. Then he drank it all in one gulp and threw the glass out of the window. After about two seconds, he heard

Broken sound.

"Quint!" he shouted outside.

Then I saw a bald, strong man walking in with an NC pattern embroidered on his head. He looked very fierce and his height seemed to be almost 2 meters.

"Boss." He said muffledly.

"Woman, where is the woman I want?"

"They all died today. The European and American goods will not arrive until tomorrow. However, a batch of goods from South Africa just arrived today. There are a few white people. I can go and bring them."

Quint knew that his boss was a pervert.

What else can dogs do besides mate?

We can't let them learn to build atomic bombs.

Have you ever seen the European and American world worry about Asia, North America and other countries building weapons of mass destruction? Have you ever seen them worry about Africans?

No!

They have not even entered the civilized era, and the illiteracy rate is as high as 99.99%. Someone asked before, why don't those rich people come here to be kings? Find some mercenaries to stage a military coup.

Frenchman Bob Denard did this. The Comoro Presidential Guard was established by a white man, and then he overthrew the regime and became president himself, but was quickly arrested.

And it was still by the French.

In this part of Africa…

Even if you sell weapons, you still want to come to power yourself?

I, the French Republic, can't defeat others, so why can't I defeat you?

Have a taste of the Iron Fist of Justice!

This is the private territory of the French. After all, gangsters are gangsters. Even if they are the last, it is enough to suppress the entire Africa.

Waters had a brain, but not much. When he saw a woman, his legs would twitch, urging Quint to bring the woman.

Before shipping goods outside, let him taste them first.

Of course these Gao Jun didn't know.

The other party actually asked him to stay overnight, but Boss Gao didn't dare to mess around. Who knows if he would be too polite and give you some women?

Some tribes in Africa even let their wives accompany them.

You carry HIV with you. If you are infected by then, how will you make money?

As the convoy was approaching the factory of Bureau 13, it suddenly heard the sound of bursts of fire, but the sound was soon suppressed by the sound of machine gun fire.

"Where are you shooting?" Gao Jun was agitated, his eyes opened, and he was so drunk that he sobered up.

The security personnel following behind got off the pickup truck and occupied a favorable formation, and a car drove over from the other side with the flag of the Senegalese government army on it. When they saw the tricolor flag also planted on the roof of Gao Jun and others' car,

When the flag was raised, it stopped.

Several soldiers came down from above.

With a loudspeaker in hand, he asked who they were.

"We are from the Serer tribe." The security captain protecting Gao Jun called out in French, holding up his ID.

The two groups of people slowly approached, and after the inspection was completed, the atmosphere relaxed greatly.

"What's going on?" Gao Jun got out of the car and walked over and asked.

Seeing him wearing a suit and looking like a successful man, the leading lieutenant also knew that he was not to be trifled with, so he took the cigarette handed over by Boris and said bluntly.

"A few Asians rescued a rebel and hid in the factory, and a conflict broke out."

Gao Jun suddenly felt confused!

Something doesn't feel right.

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