Taylor sat in front of the dining table and watched the TV. An old broken TV was broadcasting news. Although he was a warlord and a general, Africa was too poor, and the general’s quality of life was also very poor.
Snowflake screens appear on the TV from time to time, but there is still a stubborn voice. A government military official delivered a speech, saying that within three months, the southern Namibian rebellion will be completely put down.
"Heh!" Tyler snorted coldly, took a cup of coffee and took a sip. His greatest pleasure every day was to quietly watch the government uniforms force him. It has been five or six years since he occupied Gambian. Nian always shouted to regain Gibbi, but in reality? Every year, the thunder is loud and the rain drops.
After eating breakfast, Taylor stretched out, then slowly stood up and looked around: "Is there any news from Farah? Who is going to kill me!"
Taylor doesn’t care much about Yu Zhigan and the others now. What he cares most now is who is going to kill himself and actually engage in the assassination. Yesterday, Taylor also specifically asked someone to check in Gibeon and he dared to return after he was safe. Go to sleep in your own house.
"I still can't get in touch. I call every ten minutes and there is no news!"
After hearing the reply from his subordinates, Taylor was stunned for a moment. There was a vaguely bad premonition in his heart, but he did not show it. After touching his chin, after thinking for a while, he stood up slowly: "Keep fighting, What are the arrangements today!"
"You need to go to the barracks to inspect, and the government forces have begun to assemble again, and they are preparing for some actions. I heard that they are preparing to regain Gibbon again!"
Taylor laughed, stretched out his hands, and immediately a servant walked behind him and put a big red robe on Taylor. Someone moved the mirror in front of Taylor and looked at himself in the mirror. Taylor made a pistol aiming. With a pop in his mouth, he lifted his fingers and was very satisfied with his shape. New 81 Chinese network update the fastest computer terminal: https://
"The government forces don’t care about them. When they come over, let’s talk about it. I will go around in the barracks and tell them to Marca, saying that I’m going to gather with them recently and discuss how to win Wen. After Deheke, the question of who will be the president!"
"Okay general, I will contact you right away!"
After Taylor got dressed, he took his own hand battle and walked towards the gate. This hand battle was gifted to him by a German partner. It is said that it was once a hand battle of a German marshal. It is very valuable.
But if Yu Zhiqian took a look at it, he would definitely throw it aside at will. Obviously, this thing is just like the Balala Moxian Transformer bought in the domestic Yiwu small commodity market. Of course, the workmanship is not bad, at least it can Fudge Taylor.
There is a saying that white people have done too many disgusting things in Africa. They have their own bad tastes. For example, once a white businessman gave a medal to the leader of the African Chad country, saying that it was a medal in their country, but the facts The above thing was an identification object worn by death row prisoners in the Middle Ages. Later, this thing was exhibited in a museum. After being recognized, the farce ended.
Taylor cherishes this hand battle very much and will carry it at any time. He thinks that this thing will indicate that he will become a marshal in the future. He doesn't know where Germany is, but he asked someone to find out what the marshal is, and he can command the general. He was satisfied with this statement and position, and even wanted to call himself a marshal at one time, but in the end he gave up.
Yu Zhiqian lay down behind the window, constantly observing the situation of Taylor's mansion through the binoculars. When suddenly he saw two cars driving from the parking lot next to the door, he knew that Taylor was about to come out.
Yu Zhiqian pointed his gun at the door, and waited intensively. He had waited for this moment for too long. This time, he must not be able to let this damn guy live in this world.
"General, Captain Faer wants to replenish some ammunition. They used up a lot of ammunition in their previous battles! There are also several consortiums that support us who want and buy some of the minerals of Houps, just for the price they paid. Not very high!"
The assistant followed Taylor and kept reminding him of things. Being a warlord is very troublesome. At least there are various things every day. Taylor controls nearly one-tenth of Namibia’s territory, and there is no one behind him. It must be impossible.
The people behind them support Taylor in order to make money. The minerals in Taylor’s hands, as long as Taylor lacks money and weapons, the price of cabbage is sold at or even lower. Whites are still exploiting blacks, but their methods have become more concealed. .
"Tell them what we want, as long as these things are brought and the mine develops for them, who else wants weapons and ammunition? Tell them, if you want weapons and ammunition, go and kill Windhoek!"
While talking, Taylor walked out. When he was standing at the door, he suddenly thought of something. He stood there and looked back at his house. There was an idea in his mind not to go out, but he thought for a long time. I didn't think of what I had forgotten.
"Let's go!"
Tyler waved his hand gently, raised the cloak behind his back, and walked out of his door. When Tyler stepped out of the door with two legs and stood in the sun, he suddenly saw countless people standing in front of him. People who have been killed by him.
Immediately after Tyler felt his body fell uncontrollably to the side, a severe pain came from his chest, followed by a dull gunshot, and he was assassinated. Is this the feeling of being shot
At the moment of death, countless thoughts flashed through Taylor's mind. The last thought was who was going to kill me. When he fell to the ground, he turned his head abruptly and looked in the direction of the shot.
Three seconds ago, Yu Zhigan saw Taylor, but most of Taylor's body had not been exposed. Yu Zhigan did not shoot. As soon as Taylor walked out of the house, Yu Zhigan could be sure that this guy was the guy he wanted to revenge, and that was the Taylor.
The red cloak and the hands of the sao bag were all told by the broker to Yu Zhigan, and Yu Zhigan remembered seeing Taylor when he was wearing a red cloak.
When Tyler walked out of the house, exposed to the sun, and the whole person was under Yu Zhigan's muzzle, Yu Zhigan moved. Only his fingers moved lightly, and he pulled the trigger.
The unique Magnum bullet was shot in the barrel, carrying Yu Zhigan's endless anger over the past two years, and shot through Taylor's body.
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