The minibus stopped slowly.

Through the window, Gao Jun saw the dilapidated and dark high walls.

In the center of the door, there was a Mi-24 helicopter, but it was severely damaged. The cabins were dented, and even the armor-protected airborne machine guns and rocket nests and other weapons and equipment were missing.

Apparently this empty shell was used as a trophy for people to admire.

This...is the grand hotel?

After opening the car door, the armed men shouted and got out of the car.

Gao Jun got out of the car and looked around. There was a barbed wire fence surrounding it. It looked more and more like...a prison!

Follow the armed men into the hotel.

Facing the door, there are portraits of the elders of "Alliance-7".

"Gentlemen and ladies, welcome to Kabul." A man wearing a turban stood in the hall, followed by two armed men holding AKs.

Look at them like they are chickens!

"The Galsworthy Hotel will keep you safe in Kabul. As long as you are here, the shells will have to learn to derail. My name is Upton. Nice to meet you."

I haven't seen such a polite bearded man for a long time.

A little uncomfortable.

"The hotel rooms are available in three categories: US$30, US$130, and US$230."

This price caused an uproar.

Tu tu tu tu~

The guy standing behind Upton pulled the trigger on the roof.

The chaotic crowd suddenly became quiet.

"Sorry, you were too loud and scared the young man." Upton said with a smile still on his face, "If you make a good choice, you can go to the front desk. If you think it is expensive, you can leave. However, Kabul is not beautiful at night.

Safety."

Isn't this just a money grab?

A minibus costs US$50 and a room starts at US$30 a night.

There are 2.30 people here, and they can earn at least about 2,000 US dollars!

or…

Form a team yourself and collect protection fees?

This thought flashed in Gao Jun's mind, but he quickly dismissed it. Are you kidding me? You thought they were doing it on their own? In fact, which militant has no backer?

Insert it rashly...

You will be mummified, hung on the top of the hills, and eaten by passing birds.

It's better to be an arms dealer peacefully.

Gao Jun asked for a room for $30.

Everyone squeezed together, but the front desk said...

"Even if we live together, other people will have to pay a check-in fee of US$10."

Gao Jun's hands were shaking when he took out the money.

I really want to punch this guy in the face.

The room is very typical of the Afghan war style...

bathroom…

The toilets were bombed.

There was also air leakage in half of the room, bullets were stuck in the walls, the floor was full of gravel, etc. There were only two wooden beds lying in the middle.

“This costs 30 dollars!!”

"These bandits!"

Gao Jun cursed angrily in a low voice, why not louder? Nonsense, he was afraid that the other party would break him.

"I'll make do with it."

"It's okay, boss. We have slept in worse places than this. At least, there is a window here." Lu En pointed at the glass and pushed it gently. In the horrified eyes of everyone...

The glass fell!

The four people stared at each other.

After about ten seconds, someone knocked on the door.

Umbrella went to open the door, and there stood a bearded man, "Sir, damaged items, $20."

…

It's about five o'clock in the morning.

The sound of "cannons" woke Gao Jun up, and he stared out the window with sleepy eyes. In the darkness, he could see bunches of "UFOs" cutting through the sky, illuminating the distance into daylight. Although he was soon covered by

Darkness engulfed me again.

But this shocking scene still left Gao Jun in a daze.

"Boss, don't worry, it's still far away from us." Umbrella said softly, as if to comfort a child.

"I'm just curious, how much do you think this shell is worth?" Gao Jun asked with a grin.

Ai Brela: "..."

The boss is the boss, and the first thing that comes to mind is money.

Gao Jun's eyes stared into the distance, making no secret of his greed.

I lay back on the bed, tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep, so I got up and walked outside.

"Boss..." Umbrella got up and followed.

"It's okay, I just went to take a look."

The other person's face was serious, "This is a war zone, it's better to pay attention to safety."

Seeing how "stubborn" he was, Gao Jun smiled and opened the door. A gust of cool wind blew in, making his hair stand on end.

There were two armed men standing in the corridor, smoking cigarettes, and looked over when they heard the noise.

But I didn't care.

This is a hotel, not a prison.

"Good morning, gentlemen." Gao Jun said hello as if he were familiar with it. He took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it over, "American cigarettes."

The militants' eyes lit up.

This kind of good cigarette is not something that bastards like them can taste, so they take it without being polite and hold it in their mouths. Without losing their own cigarettes, they stub out it and stuff it into their pockets.

Can't waste it.

"Can I see Mr. Upton?"

Perhaps because of the cigarettes, they spoke politely, "It's too early at this time. Mr. Upton doesn't like others to disturb his sleep."

"Just tell him that I have a business deal to discuss with him." Gao Jun put 10 US dollars into the other person's hand, his eyes sparkling with sincerity.

"this…"

"I'll give you this pack of cigarettes too."

"Okay, I'll go take a look." The militant said with a smile. After shouting something in Arabic to his companion, he walked upstairs.

What a businessman fears most is the cold shoulder.

Gao Jun's chat skills were still at full strength. He learned from the remaining person that this hotel was run by a joint venture, and even the airport was captured by "Alliance-7".

Upton's identity is the second person in charge of one of the organizations.

This morning, "Alliance-7" and another group, Burhanuddin Rabbani, were fighting for the western part of Kabul.

In a capital city, there are two major forces and more than a dozen small warlords attached to them. The level of chaos is evident.

"Victory belongs to Alliance-7!" the other party said confidently.

Naturally, Gao Jun would not pour cold water on others. Anyway, he talks nonsense to others and lies to ghosts. He is a professional, "Victory belongs to the people!"

Deng Deng Deng.

The sound of footsteps came from the stairs, and the armed man just now came down, "Mr. Upton promised to see you, but there is only one person."

"You should go back and rest first." Gao Jun turned to Umbrella and said.

"boss…"

"Don't worry, there won't be any danger on Alliance-7's territory."
To be continued...