Africa, Gambia.

The Gambia is located in western Africa and borders the Atlantic Ocean to the west. It is one of the least developed countries in the world. It mainly relies on agriculture such as planting peanuts, corn and tourism as its source of income. The Gambia has a land area of ​​just over 10,000 square kilometers and a population of about 1.8 million.

The country's military force is the government's National Army, which has about 1,000 people including the navy. It is an Islamic country full of civil strife.

The civil strife is mainly due to hatred and vendetta among various ethnic groups. This small country has hundreds of ethnic groups and tribes, large and small, mainly including the Mandingo, Fula, Wolof, Jura and Serahuri tribes.

Inter-ethnic hatred makes this Islamic country full of violence and fighting. They conduct jihad, a jihad between Islam and Islam.

The poorer you get, the more chaotic you become. After entering The Gambia, lurkers were attacked by armed forces from unknown factions several times. These armed forces ranged from dozens of people to seven or eight people, holding AK-47s in their hands, and even

Many underage children.

When they saw the weapons in the hands of the lurkers, they all chose to retreat. They were violent, but not stupid. They knew what kind of people they could afford to offend and what kind of people they couldn't afford to offend.

A group of lurkers entered a small village in Brikama, south of Banjul, the capital of The Gambia. The village is small, less than a thousand square meters, and relies on growing cotton and fishing for a living. But this village is the most lazy and violent in the entire Gambia

They are very poor. Some families only have one pair of pants. The reason is that the pitiful corn they grow is taken away by the village gangsters, who only give them a small amount of money to survive.

When Zhao Ziyang and his party entered the village, the residents in the village looked at them one after another, but quickly closed their doors and hid in their homes to peek. This is not a tourist area. There are very few foreigners, and there are not even those who are fully armed and carrying weapons.

Foreigners with guns and ammunition appear.

However, some children were not afraid of Zhao Ziyang and the others. These children with their eyes wide open and their bellies bloated from hunger would timidly walk up to them and extend their hands to them.

They are hungry and want food.

Seeing this scene, Angel felt soft-hearted and reached out to take out a handful of compressed biscuits and chocolates from her backpack, but this action was stopped by Zhao Ziyang.

Zhao Ziyang held a piece of chocolate in his hand and waved it in front of the child's eyes. He knew how tempting such a piece of chocolate would be to this hungry child.

The child stared at the chocolate in front of him, swallowed hard, and then looked at Zhao Ziyang, his face full of longing.

This child knew that if he wanted to get this piece of chocolate, he had to do something for the person in front of him. People in the village were like this, and they would only exchange food if they had to do something.

"I have chocolate." Zhao Ziyang bent down and tore open the chocolate, fanned the fragrance of chocolate into the child's nostrils with his hands and said to him: "I not only have chocolate, I also have many cookies and breads, by the way.

, and U.S. dollars.”

Next to him, Swart took out a 10-dollar bill and waved it in front of the child's eyes.

Ten US dollars here is enough for a family to eat for half a month. The temptation of US dollars is very great, and the temptation of chocolate is also very great.

"Here you go." Zhao Ziyang handed the chocolate to the child.

The child who grabbed the chocolate looked at Zhao Ziyang with timid eyes, swallowed the chocolate in one gulp, and then showed longing eyes again.

"Hahahaha..." Zhao Ziyang laughed loudly, raised the compressed biscuits and chocolates in his hands towards those hiding at home and said: "I have chocolate, I have biscuits, I have US dollars, if you want..."

After hesitating for a while, the adults who were hiding at home slowly came out and surrounded Zhao Ziyang and his party. Nothing was more tempting to them than food and money. If they were allowed to choose, they would not do it at all.

Choose food without hesitation.

Swart, Omo, Dao Feng and others immediately formed an outward circle, raised their guns and pointed them at the villagers who surrounded them. These villagers would definitely loot when they were hungry, and the gun was aimed at them.

The biggest threat.

Seeing the guns pointed at them, most of the villagers dispersed and locked themselves in their homes again, but there were a few brave ones who did not escape. Their glowing green eyes showed that they were too hungry.

Even if you are shot to death immediately, you still have to take a bite.

"Whoever can find the most powerful person in your village will have this biscuit." Zhao Ziyang tore open a compressed biscuit to let the smell out.

With a bang, the remaining villagers immediately ran desperately towards the north of the village.

"Tch, Zhao Ziyang, you know how to lie. Compressed biscuits are not delicious at all." The little wild cat pouted, expressing dissatisfaction and indignation at Zhao Ziyang's temptation of compressed biscuits.

This little wild cat has always thought that she saved Zhao Ziyang's life, and her life and death depended on Zhao Ziyang. She followed the Lurkers from Afghanistan to Africa and had a lot of fun along the way. Although Angel did not approve her to become a Lurker mercenary,

But this little wild cat scares everyone in the group, and his superb hidden weapon is even more powerful than a gun.

"But it's a delicacy for them." Zhao Ziyang muttered to himself, watching a group of people pouring in from the north of the village.

There were about twenty or thirty of these people, all holding guns in their hands. They were led by a young black man wearing sweatpants and leather shoes and a torn suit. They ran towards Zhao Ziyang and the others.

"Outsiders, this is my territory, what are you doing here?" The leading black man put his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants, raised his head and looked arrogant.

Behind him, the black men raised their rifles towards Zhao Ziyang and others.

"Hahaha..." The little wild cat burst out laughing when he saw the other party's nondescript and fashionable clothes.

This smile attracted the black leader's attention, and then his eyes shone with an obscene expression on his face. He swept Angel and the little wild cat one by one with his eyes, and his eyes showed an expression of wanting to eat people. But when he saw

After holding the six-barreled heavy machine gun in Omo's hand, he chose to look away. He still knew whether the opponent was powerful or not.

"You," Zhao Ziyang pointed at the black leader and said in an unquestionable tone, "do something for me!"

The black leader laughed loudly after hearing this. He took out half a low-quality cigar from his pocket, held it in his mouth and said to Zhao Ziyang: "Why do you want me to help you? The Taiwanese give me one hundred dollars a month.

I can smoke a cigar every day, why do you ask me to do things for you?"

The Gambia relies on Taiwan to a large extent, including their naval establishment and warships, which are donated by Taiwan, and Taiwan will also give them money. The Taiwanese set up factories and mines here, monopolizing the cotton industry and mines, and it is extremely cheap to use Gambia

of labor force.

The reason is that The Gambia established diplomatic relations with Taiwan on July 13, 1995. One week after establishing diplomatic relations with Taiwan, China announced the termination of diplomatic relations with The Gambia.

There are many reasons for this, the most important of which is that Taiwan can give them money. As for the deeper reasons, it is unknown. It may be different political transactions conducted by Taiwan.

Hearing this, everyone laughed.

"Swart." Zhao Ziyang called Swart.

While smiling, Swart took out two hundred-dollar bills and handed them to Zhao Ziyang. He patted his pocket at the black leader, indicating that there was still a lot in it.

The black man's eyes were gleaming with greed, and half of the inferior cigar in his mouth was thrown to the ground.

"Here you two hundred." Zhao Ziyang casually left the two banknotes on the ground and said to the black leader who was squatting down to pick up the money: "Start work immediately."

The black leader who received two hundred dollars smiled broadly. He looked at the banknotes left and right, and after confirming that they were genuine, he put the banknotes in his underwear and waved to his men to put down their guns.

"Boss, how can I help you?" The black leader looked respectful.

Now he doesn't even look at the two attractive beauties Angel and Pussycat Dolls. Women are worthless compared with money. The boss in front of him is much more generous than the Taiwanese. He asked him to throw away the old boss immediately and choose to follow the new boss.

.

"Very good." Zhao Ziyang nodded and said to the black leader: "Gather all your people who can fight together."

After receiving the order, the black leader immediately started working. He and dozens of his men quickly raided the village, and all the men were picked out. There were as many as 200 people, including the elderly and children.

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When facing the villagers, he looked ferocious. When facing Zhao Ziyang, the God of Wealth, the black leader became extremely humble.

"Boss, everyone is here." The black leader nodded and bowed, letting Zhao Ziyang take a look.

There are about two hundred people, half of them are old people and children. But it doesn't matter, as long as a man is born here, he is a warrior.

Daofeng handed a suitcase to Zhao Ziyang and left a large bag on the ground. It looked heavy.

With a "pop" sound, Zhao Ziyang opened the suitcase, revealing stacks of U.S. dollars in the suitcase. All of these U.S. dollars were ten yuan each, and there were stacks of one hundred each. Such a large box would cost more than 100,000 dollars.

US dollars.

The restless villagers immediately fell silent when they saw so many dazzling U.S. dollars, and their eyes all radiated with desire.

The straps on the big bag were also untied, and the black bread inside rolled out along the mouth of the bag, igniting the villagers' thirst to the extreme.

"Do you know how to fight?" Zhao Ziyang asked loudly.

This sentence is actually nonsense. As long as these people can hold a gun, they will fight. Fights between armed factions and battles between races, as long as they are men, they will fight.

"Listen." Zhao Ziyang took out a stack of U.S. dollars and said to the villagers in front of him: "As long as you do something for me, each person will receive ten U.S. dollars and a piece of black bread."

The villagers became quiet, not because they were unwilling, but because they were waiting for Zhao Ziyang to tell them to do something so that they could get ten dollars and a piece of black bread as soon as possible. Let alone ten dollars, even if they only had a piece of black bread that they couldn't chew.

Also willing to do it.

Some women opened the doors of their homes and stood in the team. More women came out of their homes and stood in the team. In a short period of time, all the women, children, old and young in the entire village who could hold weapons stood in the team.

"Very good." Zhao Ziyang nodded, turned around and took out a US dollar bill and handed it to the black leader and asked: "Are there any Taiwanese here?"

The black man who had received money again nodded vigorously, pointed to the east of the village and said, "There is a factory there, and the factory is Taiwanese."

"Very good." A smile appeared on Zhao Ziyang's face, and he loudly said to the villagers: "There is a Taiwanese factory to the east. Go and kill all the people inside, and then come back to collect your money and bread."

The crowd instantly rioted, and they rushed toward the east. They even ran toward the Taiwanese factory in the east without even taking the wooden sticks.

"Kill them all and get bread! Kill them all and get bread!..."
Chapter completed!