Pengre's words confirmed Zhou Jiping's guess. The older white man and Francois were both recognized, as was the other older black man.
Now, the older white man could no longer pretend. He turned his head as if he had just woken up from a dream, and looked at Penge with a look of surprise: "Oh - my indigenous friend, I really didn't expect to see you here.
!The friendship forged during the war nine years ago will be unforgettable for the rest of my life. You can recognize us now. I am so happy that we are old friends. Isn’t this good for old friends? "
Pengre turned a deaf ear to the greetings from his former friends and continued to look at the prisoners, seemingly wanting to find some clues from them.
Peng Re didn't speak, and Zhou Jiping didn't speak either. They still looked interested and waited for the prisoners to continue their acting.
Of course, the play couldn't go on anymore. When the older white people saw that no one was picking up their play, they also stopped talking and kept looking at Zhou Jiping with their eyes, but stopped talking.
"Bei Lu, do you know them?" Zhou Jiping suddenly asked Bei Lu, the falconer who had been standing outside the crowd.
Belu has the standard build of a Cardosan, short but strong, with a naturally melancholic temperament, and speaks very few words. It seems that he only talks more when facing his vultures.
"Every time the white people come, they are sneaky. They all live in the stormtroopers in Varner. We are generally far away from the white people." Beru paused and pointed to the exposed woman and said: "That woman
I've seen it. Once when I was training falcons on the mountain, I saw him having sex with a black man in the woods..."
Oh - ho! What an unexpected gain! Everyone in the field platoon burst into laughter. Zhou Jiping simply put on a giggling look on his face, staring at the prisoners in front of him, observing the changes in their expressions.
Obviously, the woman didn't understand the indigenous language. She didn't understand what Belu said at all. She still looked as normal, but the older white man had turned red from holding back, as if he couldn't bear it anymore. Francois simply said
He buried his head deeply, as if he was practicing a certain movement in yoga.
After forcing himself to endure it for a while, the older white man slowly exhaled and calmed down, "Say, young man, what do you want to know?"
It seems that the other party is preparing for a showdown. A showdown usually involves the following situations: 1. If you win with a good deck of cards, you can feel confident in the showdown;
situation
"Who are you? What is your name? What do you do? What is your relationship with the hyena tribe? What are you doing here?" Zhou Jiping asked questions continuously, not intending to give the other party a chance to think and lie.
"My name is Chrissy Welf. I am an arms dealer. We came here nine years ago to help the Montaya Southern Alliance fight. We have trained many brave tribal fighters." As he spoke, Chrissy said
Pengre raised his chin to indicate that Pengre knew, and then continued: "Of course I also sell some arms to make some money, that's all."
"As for the hyena tribe - Chief Varner and I were friends many years ago. He wanted to buy arms from me, but he couldn't afford the money..." Clichy shrugged, "Later, Varner said that there were some things on the grassland that I
I will definitely be interested...I don't know what it is specifically...You know that's what selling arms is like, sometimes you can't control so much [Klich said while laughing self-deprecatingly]...This time, I am with my couple.
A subordinate came out to hunt, but I didn’t expect..."
Obviously, Clichy was trying to evade the important and ignore it. Zhou Jiping didn't want to expose him right away. It was just an intellectual game. Even if Zhou Jiping exposed the first layer of Clichy's lies, I'm sure this shrewd old guy would make up more.
Come on, that will only waste more time
Not exposing it on the spot was not exposing it on the spot, but Zhou Jiping still planned to embarrass the old guy. He interrupted Clichy, pointed at the pile of grenades on the ground and said, "Take this for hunting, oh?" While speaking,
A look of ridicule on his face
Chrissy's face remained normal, and he smiled self-deprecatingly and said: "You know, Montaya is not peaceful, the Northern Army is eyeing it, there are other arms dealers, drug dealers, and some tribes are also very dangerous...including the hyena tribe, they are killing us.
If you are in this business, you should bring something for self-defense."
Nuu——He nuzzled at the other people: "That, Francois, is my brother. We used to be heroes recognized by the tribes in the south of Montaya! We once fought for the independence and independence of the people of Montaya.
The tribal warriors fought side by side with several others. They are my bodyguards. This is my woman - you know that women nowadays are very unsafe!" When he said this, Chrissy was really cuckolded.
A state of great bitterness and deep hatred
After hearing these words of Chrissy, Zhou Jiping still stared at him silently. At this time, sweat was already visible on Chrissy's rough white face. It was obvious that this old man who was over fifty years old was very nervous.
It was obvious that the other party was not telling the truth. They had been trying their best to cover it up. What they were covering up must be the deal with the hyena tribe, or something related to Damon and the treasure they were looking for. But now Zhou Jiping could only guess, without conclusive evidence.
This Krissy has no intention of confessing, and there will be no result if we continue fighting like this.