In the long yellow sand.

Gao Jun squatted on the ground boringly, holding a bullet in his hand and drawing a pattern. If he looked carefully, he saw that it was Franklin's B-face.

Have you seen, what is professional?

Even though I was confused by the sun, I thought of U.S. dollars instead of Zimbabwe dollars, which shows that my brain is still functioning well.

"Sir, there's a convoy, there's a convoy!" Newman, who was standing on the roof of the off-road vehicle, suddenly shouted, stood up, jumped on the roof, waved and roared, hoping to attract attention.

Gao Jun's heart stopped.

"Idiot! Don't jump. If the roof of the car is dented, you will lose money!"

…

Half an hour later.

Gao Jun was sitting in Rabe's car, biting into a piece of mutton breast.

"Mr. Yuri, I didn't know there were Iraqis over there," Rabe said with an apologetic tone.

"War is like a bitch. The occasional gunfight is like HIV that can be seen everywhere. Even if you hate it, if you are destined to meet it, you can only pray for Hu Akbar's help. But obviously, He favors me. I

Still alive." Gao Junzui's teeth were a little tired, so he stopped and said with a smile.

"When I received the news, I rushed here immediately and brought warriors from the tribe."

Gao Jun looked at the armed man sitting in the co-pilot, holding an AK47, wearing a Hu Akbar blessing on his head, and wearing the emperor's new clothes. To put it bluntly, it's a meat suit!

"Aren't you going to get some body armor?" He couldn't help but ask because he was suffering from an occupational disease.

Rabe smiled and spread his hands, "I am not Emir."

Gao Jun patted him on the shoulder, smiled and said, "Yes."

The other party's eyes flashed, and then he laughed, changed the topic, and talked about something else, and he understood clearly from Rabe's mouth.

The one I was chasing just now was part of the Tawakarna Mechanized Infantry Division in Iraq, which is the most elite guard!

He really couldn't remember the number.

But what is certain is that when the Americans come in in the future, "Desert Storm" will definitely sweep you up!

He kept talking to the other party, but looked at the desert with sharp eyes. He was looking for the lost 440 US dollars, but unfortunately, he didn't even see the scum.

It hurts...

So much so that when he saw Nasser, he couldn't help but curse, "Huabak will bring disaster to the Iraqis!"

The other party was very happy to hear this.

I patted his shoulder and comforted him to have a good rest and not to think too much. In the Rub al-Khali Desert, the Bedouins are the kings.

Look at Nasser's proud look.

Gao Jun really wants to ask, do you need a body bag when you are bragging? I can buy the goods. Imported American goods will not leak.

But after thinking about it, forget it.

I heard that they have a bad temper.

Gao Jun rested in the tribe for three days. He actively studied the local culture. In order to blend in with the Arabs, he even gave himself a name, "Abdullah".

It means, servant of Hu Akbar.

I learned a few words of Arabic from a few kids, and was told that he really has some talent for languages.

I should have studied linguistics from the beginning. Maybe, there would be many linguists in the world instead of "vultures" in the desert.

Two nights later.

Starlight hung in the dark sky.

Three off-road vehicles were waiting quietly at the edge of the desert. Gao Jun was leaning on the front of the vehicle, smoking a cigarette. His outfit today was a bit brighter, wearing a robe.

This is called doing as the Romans do.

In fact, their clothes have no other meaning, they are just simple dressing habits. Many Christian Arabs also wear them this way.

He raised his watch and looked at it four or five times. Finally, at about one o'clock in the morning, he saw a large light on the horizon.

Gao Jun nodded to Newman next to him, who was standing on the roof of the car, waving the light stick in his hand to guide the direction.

"The goods are here." He held the cigarette between his thumb and forefinger, raised his other three fingers, half-tilted his head, took two big sips, threw it on the ground, twisted it a few times with his shoe, and said to Rabe next to him.

A Hongyan CQ260 truck parked in front of it.

Gao Jun is very familiar with this car. He already has one in his home factory. It is a domestic product.

Paul got out of the passenger seat with a tired look on his face and yawned. When he saw Gao Jun's clothes, even if he was in a bad mood, he couldn't help but speak teasingly.

"Have you surrendered from God to Huabac? The Pope will be disappointed to hear this."

"I believe in the God of Wealth."

"God of Wealth?"

"Yes, he is the greatest. Okay, man, let's go quickly, it's not safe here."

It's too close to Saudi Arabia.

Gao Jun introduced Rabe to him, and then he was escorted by three vehicles and drove towards the tribe.

Sitting in the car, he took the cigarette and paused twice in the palm of his hand, "I have already told Tomambi about Catherine."

Gao Jun raised his eyebrows, "What did he say?"

"He cared about it and warned her, but there was a rift in the relationship between Catherine and me, and the black man had run away."

Gao Jun's face slowly calmed down.

Although this solution is not very satisfactory.

But what is important is not the result, but Tomenby's attitude. Obviously, in his heart, the two of them are quite useful.

Gao Jun patted him on the shoulder, "Then you should persuade Catherine carefully. She will forget about that nigger because of your kindness."

Anyway…

The green one is not me.

Of course it won't hurt your back when you stand and talk.

Paul frowned and raised his head, with a serious expression on his face, "Gao, I think it is impossible for Catherine and I to continue. I will not allow someone who has betrayed me to live with me for the rest of his life."

How come this has returned to the starting point?

"You also found other women in Mexico." Gao Jun said in a deep voice.

"This is different!" Paul quickly retorted.

"What's the difference? The feeling of having sex. When you throw the money away, you have already cheated."

Paul seemed very dissatisfied with his attitude.

"We are the same team."

Gao Jun glanced at him and said nothing.

He is very grateful to Paul for bringing him into the industry, but it can only be said to be a temporary team. If you can't even succeed as a soft-boiled guy, what's the use of you now?

A group?

Gao Jun and Mei Qian are a team, whoever can make him make money is his friend.

As for why it costs so much money?

This question is very funny.

For 200 US dollars, you call me a lady, for 2,000 US dollars, you call me a young girl, for 20,000 US dollars, you sleep with a famous lady, and for 200,000 US dollars, you sleep with a celebrity...

The more 0, the newer the product.

Therefore, he least wanted her to break up with Catherine.

But Paul looked like he had "thought it over" and had a firm idea. The more you persuaded him, the more he refused to listen.

But if he leaves, won't the buttons with Tommen disappear?

Will people still believe us?

Will you still guarantee yourself?

It is even said that the route that has been expanded is taken back by oneself?

Doesn’t this mean that we have become impoverished again?

Gao Jun will never allow such a thing to happen!

His eyes gradually darkened.

If you think your partner is useless, remember, trash must be swept into the trash heap.

Gao Jun glanced at Paul beside him, but immediately looked out the car window at the night.

The expressions of the two people were reflected on the glass.

Paul's face was resolute and decisive.

And the look on Gao Jun's face...

It’s full of unscrupulous tactics!

"Let's make money, isn't it? But why do you have to cut off your own money?"

“Jesus cannot keep you in Huabak’s territory!”

On the desert, a bunch of meteors streaked across.

"I said!"
Chapter completed!