After flying back to South Africa from Somalia, Ibin Barrow breathed a sigh of relief, walked out of the VIP passage at the airport, stopped a car, and headed towards his home.

Maybe this was too tired, so I fell asleep while sitting in the back seat.

I don't know how long it took, but he woke up. He was shocked, as if he was stepping on air. His head trembled, opened his eyes, and a little fear flashed in his eyes. In a trance, he came to his senses and looked around. The building outside flashed by as the speed of the car.

"Where is this?" Ibin Barrow asked at the driver in front.

"Sir, still in the city." The driver was a black man. When he spoke, his teeth were exposed. He happened to see it in the reflector. It was quite white.

Ibin Barrow relaxed and lay down on his seat, covering his face with his left hand. Suddenly, he felt something was wrong. Will there be traffic jams in Cape Town?

He bounced his body and before he could move, he saw the driver coming over with his backhand, holding an electric shock stick in his hand, and he came to him with a few sounds. Ibin Barrow screamed and then was corroded directly.

The black driver turned the steering wheel and crawled into a path. He slowly disappeared into the bustling sound of the city and continued to drive forward. There was road construction ahead, and he didn't stop at all. As he was about to pass, two construction workers in work clothes rushed out from the side, pulled the sign away, and watched the taxi leave and put the sign back.

There are also many unfinished buildings in Cape Town.

This is a historical problem. When South Africa was still a white society, wealthy people in Europe, Asia and other countries came to invest in real estate and wanted to make a fortune. But who knew that when the great devil Mandela came out, those white people were directly declining, and many departments began to use black people. These black people know **?

Finished.

Some of them were greedy and angry that some companies were left. This unfinished building was left at that time.

No one came to prune the weeds outside, and they were almost taller than half of the person's body.

The taxi drove all the way to a door with an unfinished building with "**Wen", and the two big words in the front were all lost in the wind and sun, and only the last word was slightly clear.

"The goods are coming!"

The black driver got out of the car and shouted inside, and saw about six or seven people running out, white and black, leading a black man with glasses, with a silver chain hanging on it, a statue of Jesus' crucifix, wearing dark gray short sleeves, and a cross on his left arm.

This is a devout Christian.

"Mike, see if it's this person." The black boss said to a white man beside him. The latter nodded, walked over, opened the car door, pinched Ibin Barrow's chin, took out a photo from his pocket with his right hand, squinted his eyes, compared it, and then turned around and shouted at the boss.

"Give him money."

The black boss said to the younger brother behind him that he had bundles of rands, which were about 3,000 rands, which was more than 2,000 US dollars. The driver took the money and left happily. The classic car even roared, as if expressing his mood very well.

This fool may not know that the black boss and the others spent $200,000!

They are a group of local gangs, mainly engaged in trafficking of human bodies and kidnapping and killing people. There are many people doing this in South Africa and their credit is also good.

"Kill him." After confirming, the black boss said simply that the customer needed photos and videos, and there was a younger brother next to him taking photos with a video recorder.

A white man went up, took out his gun, and fired several shots at Ibin Barrow on the ground!

Bounce off...

It hit the vital point directly, almost painless, without even a muffled groan.

"The old place of corpses can be solved, and these kidneys can still be bought. Isn't a rich pastor in Cape Town lacking a kidney? Contact him and sell him for 80,000 US dollars."

The black boss is simply a commercial talent. Is this considered waste utilization?

No wonder he just shot in the head. This technique is more professional than killing pigs.

I got done with work, went home to have a drink, and found a few younger sisters... to play poker.

No one would have thought that Ebin Barrow, who was born in the investigation camp, and the president of the security company EO, would have died so violently. No one would have thought that death was so casual, and it would not prepare you.

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Blinking, three days.

The Pope in Cape Town.

Of course, this is a nickname. It is not called this name normally, but there are many churches nearby, and there are also many companies here. Among them, eO is famous for price comparison, covering a vast area, and those who enter and exit are all outlaws. Many people are curious about this industry, which makes many people pass by and want to take a look every day. Of course, there are also people entering. After all, they are companies and accept orders.

But the staff inside were quite annoyed today.

I heard that their boss is missing!

There is still a while since the salary has not been paid. EO has been unable to pay the salary for a long time, but in order to ensure the execution of the order, Ibin Barrow suppressed some civilian wages and paid them to the frontline mercenaries first. Otherwise, the people would be armed to ask for salary...

But the boss has disappeared for three days, and there has not even been a place, including the vice president calling the savior company. But they said that Ibin Barrow had already come back that day, and now everyone realized something was wrong and quickly called the police.

I was indeed seen in the surveillance of the airport. He got into the car and disappeared. Someone suggested looking for the car, but the car was a damn bad license plate, and it was impossible to find out. No one knows the driver. Who would remember what kind of car a customer got into?

If you can't find it, the eO company will be scrapped.

The vice president quickly contacted the capital behind the company. The other party was silent, and then said, "If you can't find it, forget it. The South African government has notified us several times. If eO is not disbanded, they will take other measures. Haha, black people like to use violence." The tone expressed dissatisfaction with the black people.

"Then we..." The vice president felt a sudden slap in his heart.

"Dissue eO."

It was like a bolt from the blue that exploded on the vice president's head, but he knew that it had nothing to do with whether Ibin Barrow was missing or not. The South African government's footsteps were getting closer and closer. Even if he was not missing, eO would be disbanded. It was only a matter of time.

He hung up the phone in a daze. The vice president sat in the office for more than an hour before walking out and found the personnel department. When the employee saw the boss coming, he quickly reduced the web page on the computer and looked carefully, for fear that the already strict vice president would scold him, but he seemed to be very wrong now.

"Send an internal letter to all employees." The vice president had a gloomy face and said directly. The employee next to him hurriedly took out a pen and planned to record it first.

"Eo goes bankrupt and disband, everyone can leave." The vice president threw down this sentence, and after he said that, the brick left. He knew that if he stayed, he would definitely be torn by them, because the personnel department had two months of salary not paid. Sure enough, he ran out not far away, and there was a sound of ghosts crying and howling inside. Someone chased him out and smashed it with something.

Fortunately, the vice president ran fast, and when he looked back, it was a door handle.

eo, died in early 1995.
Chapter completed!