Moan's wife did not expect her subordinates to be so unstoppable. She was stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly screamed. But the scream was just a disguise. She pulled out a pistol from under the counter, aimed it at Zi's delicate face, and was about to pull the trigger.
Zi angrily pushed her palm forward. Half of the counter immediately exploded, and the bullet flew off to who-knows-where.
Then, the fat woman fell out from behind the counter like a meatball and hit the edge of the table next to her. She was unconscious and could not move at all.
They searched the place and found two more black children upstairs. They looked at them with hatred in their eyes, like how the cubs of wild wolves looked at humans when they were looking at their prey.
But Sheyan still had his own bottom line. No matter how they looked at him, he would at most just smile. Moan's wife and children were in his hands. He could run away, but the temple could not.
But Sheyan had miscalculated this time. It was not the first time he had miscalculated, because his mistake was based on the traditional Chinese concept of Libya's Mr. Moan. For 99.9% of Chinese, as long as they knew that their wife and children were in danger or had become hostages, they would definitely rush to the scene of the incident no matter what happened.
But for Mr. Moan, he had seven wives and more than 20 children, and he regarded them as his property like a flock of sheep. Would he risk his life for less than one-sixth of his property? Obviously not.
This was why Sheyan's deduction had failed. They waited for more than half an hour, but when they found that the ones who finally arrived were the government troops who maintained order here, they immediately ran away. It was not a problem to fight, but the problem was that there was no need to have a head-on conflict with these local tyrants.
Sheyan had no choice but to find a place to go online and make phone calls. Thanks to the current expansion of the base's power, they managed to get a phone number after going around twice. In less than an hour, a fierce-looking black man with a buzz cut found them and listened to their intentions.
Then, the black man nicknamed Scorpion told them frankly that he could not afford to offend the Zandala tribe in Benghazi. In fact, even the government forces stationed here could not afford to offend this tribe and could only rope them in. Scorpion's advice to them was to go home immediately. He had a way to get the earliest flight tickets. Of course, it was not free.
Sheyan thought for a moment but did not agree to Scorpion's proposal. Instead, he asked him a question.
"Do you have a way to find Mo An?"
Scorpion immediately grinned and said,
"That's not a problem."
He also expressed that he could give a 20% discount on the project for the sake of the introducer. Sheyan paid him three times the price and demanded that he find Moan within two hours.
Scorpion seemed to be a very resourceful person. He immediately led them into the military camp, using the US dollar bills they had just received to pave the way. Five minutes later, they set off in the most intact off-road jeep in the military camp. It was a half-new Dongfeng Warrior jeep purchased from the China military (there was a picture on Weibo). When they stepped on the accelerator, they felt a strong sense of acceleration even though they were on a motorized road.
The firepower mounted on the jeep was also top-notch. An NSV heavy machine gun with a long ammunition chain was mounted on it. The gun used a gas-guided automatic mechanism and a unique offset locking mechanism. All firing points and bunkers within a two-kilometer radius were no match for it. Of course, the price of using this machine gun was not cheap either. BZ armour-piercing bullets and BZT armour-piercing incendiary bullets were standard bullets. Scorpion said that an armour-piercing bullet cost five US dollars, and a BZT bullet cost eight US dollars. The continuous firing rate of this machine gun was an astonishing 700 to 800 rounds per minute!
"There are three places Moan might have gone to," said Scorpion with a smile. Scorpion turned his head and smiled, revealing his snow-white teeth, "Brothels, casinos, and his own tribe. I guess he has heard the news that you have come to find him, so it is more likely that he has returned to his own tribe. But we can also go to the other two places on the way. It won't take too long."
***
As they drove through the crowded and backward streets, both sides of the road were filled with low and backward houses. Even if they wanted to speed up, they couldn't. It was no wonder that when talking about Africa, people would always start with poverty and hunger. The sight of the slums in the suburbs and the shabby houses in the countryside was a ghastly sight.
Martuba had an airport, so it could be considered a relatively developed area. On the streets, cigarette vendors opened packs of 20 cigarettes and sold them one by one. In the free market, cooking oil could be sold by spoons. This showed how little purchasing power ordinary people had.
But when they reached the inner area of the city, Sheyan found that the whole city seemed to be built around one or several large-scale chain supermarkets. Then, all kinds of restaurants, cinemas, gyms, and clothing stores were built around the supermarkets. Of course, Moan's casinos and brothels were also in this business district.
After entering the core area of the city, Sheyan was surprised to find that it was not easy to find a parking space in such a large parking lot. They could even see a dazzling array of goods in the supermarkets, but the prices seemed to be ridiculously expensive.
The posters on the walls showed the discounted prices: a jin of peaches, 40 US dollars; a plastic bowl, more than 50 US dollars; even a rubber hot-water bag, more than 70 US dollars. The people inside were always pushing shopping carts full of groceries leisurely.
The absolute gap between the rich and the poor was, of course, the root cause of civil war and unrest.
When they entered the casinos and brothels, it was impossible for Sheyan to enter peacefully. Violence was inevitable. Scorpion, on the other hand, seemed to be looking on with folded arms. Sheyan knew that Scorpion also had the intention of using him to suppress and eliminate Moan's forces, and then replace them. But Sheyan was a very easy-going person. If Scorpion could find Moan's men within the time limit, then everything would be fine. But if Scorpion spoke without thinking, then he would definitely pay a heavy price.
After a thorough search, the only result was that Moan should have returned to his own tribe. That was his nest, where even a ten-year-old child would be in danger. For ordinary people, even if the finger that pulled the trigger was still a child, the bullet was still quite fatal.
The Dongfeng Warrior was galloping on the plains of Africa. With its excellent off-road performance, it was obviously better to gallop directly on the grassland than on the bumpy yellow dirt road. The problem of getting stuck in mud that most vehicles were worried about was not present in this Dongfeng Warrior.
After forty minutes of bumpy driving, a forest and a river appeared in front of them, as well as a village that could be called a refugee camp. The neatest buildings in this dilapidated place were the two watchtowers at the entrance of the village. Of course, they were also machine gun turrets.
Sheyan, who had been waiting impatiently, simply aimed the muzzle of the NSV heavy machine gun at the watchtowers and fired 2,400 to 3,000 US dollars at them. Under normal circumstances, even a 5 cm reinforced concrete permanent fortification could not withstand the firepower of more than 300 armor-piercing bullets. So, the two wooden watchtowers and the sentries on them were torn into a cloud of dust without any suspense.
Due to the frequent wars, the tribe was not stunned by the sudden attack. Their skillful war experience allowed them to organize a counterattack in the shortest time possible. All the tribesmen turned into warriors in an instant, regardless of whether they were old, women or children, because the bullets they fired were equally fatal.
However, the power they were facing was definitely not something that could be defeated with bullets and gunpowder.
Fifteen minutes later, the gunshots stopped. Even Scorpion's face had turned green. He was glad that he had not put some of the evil thoughts in his mind into action. Otherwise, today might have been the day of his death.
Ramtas silently walked over while carrying a man. The man's right hand had been hit by an armor-piercing bullet and was crippled. His dark skin had turned pale. He roared and struggled, glaring at Sheyan with furious eyes. Sheyan smiled faintly and said, "That's right, I'm not going to give you a chance to fight back."
"Mr. Moan, although this is the first time we've met, we've had a pleasant conversation on the phone before. I apologize for the harm I've caused you and your tribesmen."
Moan was stunned.
"You are? You're that damn Yankee? "
"Yes, the 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 I bid farewell to you?"
Since Sheyan had taken the initiative to bring it up, Moan began to search his mind. He licked his dry lips and said,
His dry lips parted as he muttered, "If I piss you off, I'll be in big trouble."
"Yes." Sheyan nodded. "I'm a man of my word, but you took my money and did nothing. That's why big trouble has already found you."
Mo An's face darkened, and he roared hysterically, "What the hell are you doing?
"No matter how big the trouble is, it's nothing compared to offending the Zandala tribe in Benghazi! They'll skin all of us alive! "
Sheyan's face turned cold.
"I don't have time to talk nonsense with you. I'm in a hurry. An hour is 3,600 seconds. There are less than 400 people in your tribe, right? From now on, I'll kill one person every ten seconds! You'll be the last! I'm going to make an exception today, because it seems that there are only two kinds of people in this damn place: desperadoes and non-desperadoes! " If you like this work, you're welcome to vote for it at qidian.com. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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