Zhang Yang was surprised, but Zhang Yang didn't know that the four black men sent by Endburton were even more surprised than him. wwW.QUanbEn-xIAoShUo.comYou must know that they don’t know that Zhang Yang is rich, and they don’t know that these weapons were bought with money. In their eyes, Zhang Yang suddenly became mysterious and powerful. At this time, the four people Zhang Yang and Liu Biao also looked in awe.
In fact, these four people also shoulder an important task, which is to monitor Zhang Yang and see what he is doing.
Undoubtedly, the current publicity has planted a powerful image in the eyes of these farmers.
Of course, Liu Biao also planted an image of boldness and wealth in their hearts. However, Liu Biao has always been sick. Even when Zhang Yang dragged him to see the weapons, he was not interested and lay lazily on the off-road vehicle. Sleeping in the back row, he needs rest so much.
It wasn't until after dinner in the afternoon that Liu Biao felt a little better.
"Did you stay up late?" Zhang Yang, who was sitting in the passenger seat, glanced at Liu Biao who was sitting up behind him and asked.
"Well, I didn't sleep all night." Liu Biao wiped his eyes and stuck his head out of the car window to look, as if he wanted to know where he was. He saw that there were bumpy roads with no signs, just like the Eighth Route Army. The Chinese countryside in the 1900s was ordinary, and he couldn't see a reason for it, so he gave up.
"Play backgammon?"
"Well, ***, I only won one game in one night." When he mentioned backgammon, Liu Biao became very angry. His eyebrows stood up and he cursed, "You won one game! You won one game?" Zhang Yang asked suspiciously. .
"What! I can't win?" Looking at Zhang Yang's still doubtful eyes, Zhang Yang's stiff neck suddenly softened and he said weakly: "I unplugged the power, and then, when I went online, I said I won..."
"Ahem..."
It is almost imaginable that Zhang Yang controls his smile so strongly. Liu Biao was naturally not a match for a smart program. He probably got tired of losing after losing all night, so he simply let the little monk win the game.
I wonder if you had a quarrel with the young monk at that time
Zhang Yang suppressed a smile and imagined the scene where Liu Biao unplugged the power and then went online to claim victory. It is estimated that the little monk had no choice but to hide that he was a smart program.
I wonder, what benefits did Liu Biao get from this "win"
It must have been the young monk who had driven Liu Biao into a panic. Liu Biao asked the young monk for help.
"Zhang Yang, for this training of killers, assign me the number thirty people. I, Uncle Biao, will train them personally, ***." Liu Biao grinned, as if he remembered something very happy.
"Why thirty people?" Zhang Yang was curious. Liu Biao was a person who had no idea about numbers. If he said thirty people, then this figure. It must have some practical significance.
"Me. You, Aze, and the three of us, each with ten bodyguards assigned to each of us, naturally needs thirty... Oops, I almost forgot, and the old man, well, there are only forty people..."
Zhang Yang was speechless, however. Zhang Yang immediately guessed Liu Biao's intentions. It is estimated that the game this guy "won" last night was how to train killers or bodyguards. The little monk provides training methods suitable for some ordinary people.
"Eighteen-year-old, taller than 1.8 meters, strong, a child from a poor family... It is best to control his family, give him some settlement money, and win people's hearts... What else is there..." Liu Biao closed his eyes. Eyes, fingers. There are words to read. A man talks to himself.
"What's the matter?"
"These are some requirements for training bodyguards. Although the eighteen-year-olds are a little older, they are not suitable for training. However, they are too young and we don't have time to wait for them to grow up. Besides, they are tall, strong, and powerful. So, I chose someone who is around eighteen years old... Hehe, only those who have family will be loyal." Liu Biao smiled crookedly and proudly. It is estimated that this was the idea given to him by the young monk.
"Well, that's right. It's up to you to do the bodyguard work." Zhang Yang agreed with Liu Biao's idea. He had suffered enough after being hunted for nearly half a year. If there were a group of tough bodyguards following him, at least he would feel safe. Much stronger. Although I often encounter small armed groups on the road, when I see the mercenary leader, they all greet him kindly, and some even throw a few packs of cigarettes to the leader. It seems that this guy has connections in Somalia. not bad.
According to the current situation in Somalia introduced by the old man, even though Mogadishu looks peaceful, in fact, throughout Somalia, there are countless armed forces of pirate organizations that outnumber the government's armed forces, and their separatist territories are much larger than those managed by the government. many.
Of course, when it comes to political forces, some political forces still occupy leadership positions. Moreover, most pirates have strong political backgrounds. Rich people will consider their options, support forces, and establish some political power for themselves. Be the backend.
From the pirate who was bitten to death by Silver Demon, it was obvious that he probably wanted to influence the political power in Somalia, otherwise, he would not have brought so much cash with him.
However, Zhang Yang speculated that the pirate was probably collaborating with a certain political force to stage a mutiny, hoping to control Mogadishu and obtain greater political benefits. Because of his death, naturally, the mutiny that had not yet started was aborted...
Thinking of the pirate who died, Zhang Yang couldn't help but sigh again. A person's ambition will never be satisfied. Presumably, when he started to be a pirate, he just wanted to make a good life. After these problems were solved, he would get rich and have Once you gain a certain amount of power, your ambitions will expand rapidly, to the point where you want to play a decisive role in the political arena.
The development of mankind is also ambition, and the destruction of mankind is also ambition!
Thinking of this, Zhang Yang couldn't help but think of the little monk with the smart program. If human mechanical civilization develops to a certain extent, will the smart program bring disaster to mankind
This is an answer that cannot be obtained. When humans truly get this answer, perhaps humans will no longer be able to control the development and direction of history.
I don’t know, how powerful is the alien civilization? However, Zhang Yang believes that it will definitely be dozens or hundreds of times better than Earth's civilization, which can be seen from the space jumping technology they have mastered.
Although it is only a distance of nearly two hundred kilometers, in this country whose economy is already in collapse, the highway is almost paralyzed. On the road, several trucks hauling arms have been stuck in mud and water many times. If it were not for the large number of people, Coupled with the powerful armored vehicles, it is really a big trouble.
It wasn't until around two o'clock in the morning that the convoy slowly drove into a village. The road in the village was narrow, and the convoy drove in cautiously. Fortunately, the four black men were familiar with the road conditions, so there was no danger.
finally.
After driving crookedly on a simple country road for about half an hour, under the moonlight, we entered a relatively densely populated village. On the roadside, there were houses in twos and threes. They were very dilapidated and crumbling. It was almost a no-brainer to know that this was a village. Poor and backward villages.
Judging from the geographical location, this village should be less than 20 kilometers away from the coastline.
With a "Gah!" brake sound, the armored vehicle that was leading the way stopped. Everyone got out of the car and took a look. It turned out that as they went deeper and deeper, the road conditions were getting worse. Even the powerful armored vehicle could not Walking, the road is not only muddy, but also narrow.
"What should I do?" Zhang Yang looked at several cars of arms in depression.
"Don't worry, hey, come here..." The old man smiled nonchalantly and shouted in Arabic to the four black men who were timid and excited, and kept touching their suits.
Four black men in suits and ties immediately ran over in a hurry. These black men had just been dreaming of returning home in fine clothes.
"Go, notify your boss and ask him to call all the young and middle-aged people within a few kilometers. Oh... no, just call anyone who can move things. Here, give these banknotes to them, as long as they come Yes, one for each family, don’t make a mistake, remember!” The old man took out four stacks of U.S. dollars and threw them at the four of them with great dignity.
"Okay, right away, right away..."
Several black people ran away quickly. After running for a few steps, they suddenly stopped. While everyone was wondering, they saw four people taking off their leather shoes at the same time, rolling up their trousers, and then, barefoot , disappeared into the night...
"... They..." Liu Biao stared at the four black men disappearing in front of the headlights with wide eyes, his mouth wide open and he didn't know what to say.
"Brother Biao, can you stop looking like an idiot? You have to understand that they are very poor, very poor. Those leather shoes are the most expensive pair of shoes they have ever worn in their lives. This place is full of mud, so naturally they are reluctant to step on it. , I'm sure that when they came, they would have changed out of their suits..." The old man slapped Liu Biao on the head, with an expression of hatred for steel.
"***, so poor... I thought that I was already poor enough when I was studying, but there are actually people poorer than me. No, I have to change them, become my uncle Biao's subordinates, walk barefoot, It’s so embarrassing...” (Quanben Novel Network www.QUanbEn-xIAoShUo.com)