How did Mrs. Mo An know that her subordinates were so destructive? She froze for a few seconds and then screamed, but the screaming was her disguise. face, wanting to pull the trigger.
Annoyed, Zi stretched out her palm and pushed, and half of the counter immediately burst into pieces, and the bullet flew to nowhere.
Immediately afterwards, the fat black woman also fell out from behind the counter like a meat ball, and bumped into the edge of the table next to her in a mess, she was unconscious and motionless on the spot.
They searched and found two more black children from the upstairs. They both looked at them with hatred, just like the frightening light of wild wolf cubs looking at people when they look at food.
But Sheyan still has his own bottom line, no matter how they look at it, at most they just smile. That Mo An's wife and children are all in his hands, so he really can run away and the monk can't run away from the temple.
But Fang Senyan made a miscalculation this time, and it is not the first time he miscalculated, because his mistake was based on judging the concept of Mr. Mo'an in Libya with the traditional Chinese concept. I believe that for 99.9% of Chinese people, as long as they know that their wives and children are in distress or have become hostages, they will definitely rush to the scene no matter what happens.
But for Mr. Mo An, he already has seven wives and more than 20 children, and he regards it as property like a flock of sheep. Would a person risk his life for less than one-sixth of the property? Obviously impossible.
— This is the reason why Fang Sheyan's reasoning failed, so they waited for more than half an hour, and when they realized that they were finally waiting for the government troops to maintain order here, they immediately ran away. It is necessary to have a head-on conflict with these local snakes.
Next, Fang Senyan had no choice but to find a place to make a phone call online. Thanks to the power of the current base expanding again, they got another phone number after going around twice. The black man with the side-cut shaved hair found them and listened to their intentions.
Then this black man nicknamed Scorpion told them frankly that he couldn't offend the Zandalari tribe in Benghazi. In fact, even the government forces entrenched here couldn't offend this tribe and could only win over them. Scorpion's advice to them is to go home immediately, he has a way to get the nearest flight ticket - of course it is not free.
Sheyan thought for a while, but did not agree to Scorpion's proposal, and then asked him a question:
"So can you find Mo'an?"
Scorpion suddenly grinned and said:
"no problem."
And said that it can be seen from the face of the introducer, and the fee for this project will be discounted by 20%. Sheyan didn't bother to talk to him, and directly offered three times the price, and the requirement was to find Mo An within two hours.
Scorpion also seemed to be a very capable person, and immediately led them swaggeringly into the barracks, using the dollar bills he just got to clear the way along the way. Five minutes later, they set off in the most complete off-road jeep in the barracks. This is a half-new Dongfeng Warrior jeep purchased from the Chinese military. Push back feeling is also full.
And the firepower on the jeep is also very good. An NSV heavy machine gun drags a long chain of ammunition. If the class is complete, you have to stop in front of it. Of course, the price of using this thing is not cheap. BZ armor-piercing bombs and BZT armor-piercing incendiary bombs are its standard bullets. Scorpion said that an armor-piercing bomb is five dollars, and if it is BZT, it is eight dollars... The continuous firing speed of this thing is not good. An astonishing 700-800 rounds per minute!
"Mo'an has three possible places to go." Scorpion turned his head and smiled with his white teeth: "The brothel, the casino, and his own tribe, I guess he has heard the news that you are coming here, Therefore, it is more likely to return to our own tribe, but we can also drop by the first two places to have a look, and it won't take too long."
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When driving through the crowded and backward streets, there are low and backward houses on both sides. Even if it is not fast, it is no wonder that people talk about Africa. People always start talking about poverty and hunger. Fang Sheyan and the others saw The slums in the suburbs and the simple mud houses in the countryside are shocking.
Martuba has an airport, so it can be regarded as a relatively developed area. On the streets here, hawkers selling cigarettes open a pack of 20 cigarettes and sell them one by one. In the free market, edible oil can be discussed Spoons sell. It can be seen that the purchasing power of ordinary people is low.
But when he reached the inner area of the city, Sheyan found that the whole city seemed to be built around one or several large-scale supermarket chains as the core, and then all kinds of restaurants, cinemas, gyms, and clothing stores always surrounded the supermarkets And Jian, of course, Mo'an's casino and brothel are also in this business district.
After walking into the core area of the city, Sheyan was surprised to find that it is not easy to find a parking space in such a large parking lot. You can even see a wide variety of products in supermarkets, but the prices seem ridiculously expensive:
The discounted sale price on the poster on the wall is: 40 yuan for a catty of peaches; 50 yuan for a plastic bowl; even 70 yuan for a rubber warm water bottle. The people inside are always pushing the shopping carts that are full of piles and choosing leisurely.
Absolutely poor and grotesquely rich, the absolute wealth gap is of course the source of civil war and unrest.
When entering casinos and brothels, Fang Sheyan and the others could not enter peacefully, they would inevitably resort to violence. At this time, Scorpion seemed to stand on the sidelines. Fang Senyan knew that this guy also had the intention of using him to suppress and eliminate Mo An's forces, and then replaced him. But Fang Sheyan is a very talkative person, if Xiezi can find someone within the specified time, then everything is easy to talk about, but if he talks nonsense, then he will definitely pay a very heavy price.
After some raids, the only result was that Mo An should have returned to his own tribe, which was his lair, and even a ten-year-old child was very dangerous. Because for ordinary people, even if the owner of the finger that pulls the trigger is a child, the bullet is still quite deadly.
Dongfeng Warrior is galloping on the plains of Africa. For its excellent off-road performance, it is obviously not as good as galloping directly on the grass on the yellow mud road that has been crushed and bumpy. For most vehicles, it is worried about getting stuck in the mud. The car doesn't exist.
After bumping for forty minutes, a forest and a river appeared in front of them, and there was a village that could be called a refugee camp. The most orderly buildings in this dilapidated place where colorful clothes were drying were the two buildings at the entrance of the village. Watchtowers, and of course machine gun towers.
Sheyan, who was already impatient with waiting, pointed the muzzle of the NSV heavy machine gun at the watchtower, and then poured out 2,400 to 3,000 US dollars. Normally, even a 5cm reinforced concrete permanent fortification would not be enough. Unable to withstand the firepower of more than 300 armor-piercing shells, the two wooden watchtowers and the sentries on them were torn into a cloud of dust without any suspense.
Frequent wars prevented this tribe from being fooled by this sap. Their skilled war experience organized a counterattack in the shortest possible time. All tribes turned into warriors in an instant, no matter old people, women, or children, because The bullets they fired were just as deadly.
However, the power they faced was definitely not something that could be defeated with bullets and gunpowder.
So fifteen minutes later, the gunshots here have stopped, and even Scorpion's face has turned blue. He is thankful that he didn't act on some bad thoughts in his head, otherwise, Maybe today is his memorial day.
Ramtas walked over silently carrying a man. The man's right hand was hit by an armor-piercing bullet, and it was destroyed without any suspense. As a result, his pitch-black skin also turned pale. He roared and struggled. , looking at Sheyan with extremely angry eyes, Sheyan smiled lightly and said:
"Mr. Mo'an, although this is the first time we have met, we have had a pleasant conversation on the phone before, so I apologize for the harm you and your clan have caused."
Mo An was stunned and said:
"Who are you? Are you that goddam Yankee?"
"Yes, that Yankee who once told you that money is not a problem." Sheyan smiled. "I don't know if you remember the last sentence I said before saying goodbye?"
Since Fang Sen brought it up on his own initiative, Mo An began to search gradually in his mind, he smacked his chapped lips and said:
"If you get angry, you will be in big trouble."
"Yes." Fang Sheyan nodded and said, "I'm a person who keeps my word, but you take money and don't do anything, so the big trouble has already started to find you."
Mo An's face became gloomy, and then he roared hysterically:
"No amount of trouble can compare to offending the Zandalari tribe in Benghazi! They will skin us all!"
Fang Senyan's face also turned cold:
"I don't have time to talk nonsense with you. I'm in a hurry. An hour is 3600 seconds. It seems that there are less than 400 people in your tribe. From now on, I will kill a person every ten seconds! Finally it is your turn! I I'm going to make an exception today, because it seems that there are only two types of people in this damned place, outlaws and non-despites!"