All gods, the lord who started with the bright sword

Chapter 11, the villain's revenge from morning to night

"You can't run fast without a gun, how can you call him an arms dealer?!"

In the endless grasslands of East Africa, sitting on a second-hand Great Wall pickup, Chen Hao almost put his foot into the fuel tank, and the broken pickup drove at the speed of a sports car.

But that's not enough.

Just looking back can scare a normal person out of his wits.

Three speeding pickup trucks were chasing after them.The nigger with his white teeth showing off was using a vehicle-mounted machine gun to crazily shoot bullets.

Just ten minutes ago, the friendly black brother was originally Chen Hao's business partner, to be precise, an arms buyer.

But very unfortunately, they couldn't produce the banknotes that could be paid, but they had to forcibly keep the goods.

Do they think that an arms dealer who sells arms in a pickup truck in East Africa is a sheep slaughtered at will?

No, no, no?
They were all desperadoes who licked their blood. Chen Hao had been a conscript for two years and a mercenary for another year.

Killing skills and courage are first-class, and it is a joke to be manipulated by a few armed black ghosts from a few tribes.

The bastard who broke the contract was killed by him with Ak [-].

So it became what it is now.

"My God, thank you for the excellent matching mechanism in the African region."

"Amitabha, God bless."

Chen Hao prayed silently, holding the steering wheel with his right hand, and Ak Siqi with his left hand stuck out the window, aimed at the guy he liked the most, and fired a long burst.

When both sides are moving at high speed, it is very difficult to hit each other, even the most powerful shooter.

But enough bullets can increase the probability.

Chen Hao's marksmanship was not bad. After the Great Wall pickup had more than a dozen bullet holes, the black man who was driving lay on the steering wheel, and the car lost control.

Taking a sharp turn to the left, he crashed into another pursuing pickup.

"Amitabha, God bless!"

Solving two chasing pickup trucks at once can only show that he is lucky enough, maybe it was Lady Luck who lifted her skirt to him.

Chen Hao was still rejoicing, but his enemy was impatient.

In the last pick-up truck, the nigger sitting in the co-pilot shouted angrily: "I don't want anything, kill him!"

The weapons on Chen Hao's pickup are enough to replace their small armed shotguns, doubling their power.

If you still cast the mouse before, expect to kill the person and get the things.

Now, he no longer cares about the cost.If it continues, it is not certain who will die and who will live!

Even if you don't want the weapon you have, you must kill the opponent first.

The spare Ak [-] had also run out of bullets, and he didn't have the ability to change the magazine with one hand. Chen Hao casually threw it on the co-pilot, and glanced at the rearview mirror from the corner of his eye.

A rocket fired by an RPG, like a rattlesnake running in the desert, swaying its tail from side to side, galloped towards him.

"I do..."

Once again approaching the god of death, Chen Hao cursed and slammed the steering wheel vigorously.

The violent explosion raised thick smoke and dust, and a blue light flashed.

[The arms dealer system is being activated...]

[Message from the arms dealer: An arms dealer who has not been hunted down by customers is not a qualified arms dealer. 】

……

Under the dark sky, the pickup truck galloped on the grassland.

When the clever animal heard the movement, it seemed to have encountered a natural enemy, and quickly retreated to its nest.

Chen Hao is back.

Time did not stand still without his time travel, leaving traces of rocket explosions on the spot, and the enemies chasing him had also left.

But everything is different again.

In the eye sockets of the skull ring, there was a faint blue light.

In the storage space the size of the garage, a large amount of ammunition was replaced by five Japanese officers' command knives.

Drive to the lair of the tribal armed forces.

Surrounded by a bunch of low and dilapidated mud houses, a two-story building with red bricks and white paint stands out.

"who?"

The black ghost standing guard had already aimed their guns at Chen Hao.

"Damn it, I have money to repair the lair, but I don't have the money to pay for it. Fuck, I don't have the money to buy a fart munitions!"

It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, and a villain takes revenge from morning till night.

As a desperado-like arms dealer, Chen Hao's heart is definitely not broad-minded.

"Don't you want to buy bullets, I sent them to you!"

Ak [-] suddenly appeared in his hand, pulling the trigger was a long burst.

The bullet was sent to the opponent in the way of shooting.

"Why did he suddenly have a gun in his hand?"

Before the questioning nigga's brain could react, he was hit heavily in the chest by a bullet and fell backwards.

"Killed, the enemy attacked!"

The black ghost who issued a warning signal not far away caught Chen Hao's attention and was immediately hit by a string of bullets.

In the small building on the second floor, the new leader, slumped on a comfortable sofa, was drinking and celebrating with his hardcore subordinates.

"Cheers to the Horde."

Black people are born with the gene to forget their worries and enjoy themselves in time.

The strange things that happened during the day, they couldn't figure it out with their IQs, and they had long been forgotten.

However, the old leader died, and the second leader was extremely lucky. He became the first leader without doing anything, so naturally he had to drink to celebrate.

Several gunshots came, but everyone in the room didn't take it seriously. Maybe someone's gun went off, or some bastard was just looking for fun.

When I am happy, I fire a few shots into the sky and hear the sound, which is nothing more than normal.

Until there was a shout from outside the house.

"Killed, the enemy attacked!"

"It must be the deadly enemy attacking at night, copying the guy." The new leader immediately concluded.

They have suffered a lot of losses today, and their rivals will not let go of this opportunity.

A group of people picked up their guns and rushed out.

The one who ran out first saw something unbelievable and yelled in horror: "Rockets!"

With a bang, the explosion set off a cloud of flames and opened the door wide.The niggers who hadn't rushed out faced the rockets and were instantly killed and injured.

"Amitabha, God bless. I just said that I don't need that broken tool, and I can still hit it accurately."

Chen Hao threw it backward habitually, and the bazooka was replaced by an AK[-].

Fearing that the enemy would die uncleanly, he followed the blasted door and threw two grenades in casually.

"Bastards, don't you want arms? I personally sent them to you."

"easy to use?"

Chen Hao is like a big villain, talking nonsense, but mobilizing his eyes and ears to the extreme, trying his best to see all directions and listen to all directions.

He wasn't sure everyone was dead.There will always be guys who are tenacious like Xiaoqiang.

He grabbed the corpse vigorously and threw it towards the door.
"Da da da da da..."

Bullets were shot out of it for free, and the corpse was flogged brutally, making it more and more tattered.

People who fall into fear tend to ignore other things, and pull the trigger to the end until the bullets are exhausted.

The moment the gunfire stopped, Chen Hao suddenly appeared at the door and fired a fatal bullet.

The new leader who just took office received a lunch box with his subordinates before he was satisfied.

Chen Hao searched around cautiously, and shot the undead ones to end their suffering.

Then search the house for loot.

He gave the bullets and grenades to the enemy, it is not too much to charge some money.

But after some searching, Chen Hao was dumbfounded: "Mom, what a bunch of poor ghosts."

Dozens of dollar bills add up to more than 1000 yuan.

With this little money, Xiong Amao dared to order five thousand dollars worth of arms with him.

Are all niggas so confident?
The money I got failed to meet expectations, so I had to make up for it from other places.

An unmaintained AK[-] is dirty and looks bad, but the bullets it shoots are deadly enough.

There are three wooden boxes with AK bullets in bulk, and it is estimated that there are more than 10,000 rounds.

Dirty bazooka for two, refurbished for hundreds of dollars.

In fact, it's not that these weapons are worthless.

An AK[-] can be sold for [-] to [-] U.S. dollars on the black market in Europe, which is half a month's salary for ordinary people.

But in the war-torn areas of the Middle East and Africa, black aunts can get it with a chicken at the cheapest time.

The official ex-factory price of a bazooka is [-] dollars, and you can get it for [-] dollars in these places, and you can get a few rockets as a bonus.

They all want to do the business of the rich, make money, and make a profit.But the threshold is high, and it is not easy to squeeze into that market.

How can you make money from him even if he has no money in doing business with the poor!
"Damn the gap between rich and poor, I have no money to earn." Chen Hao complained angrily.

If it were not forced by life, he would not do business with these black people.

Suddenly, the sound of a car starting came from downstairs, and Chen Hao rushed to the window in three steps as if on a spring.

I saw the second-hand Great Wall pickup he was driving, turning around on the spot, and galloping away towards the distance with the roar of the accelerator.

Chen Hao became impatient, he didn't get much money from searching for loot, and someone robbed his house, and the pickup truck he bought for two thousand dollars was taken into it.

"Damn it, I'll beat you to death!"

The bazooka is carried on the shoulder, and it is a shot when it is aimed.

The second-hand pickup made a sharp turn and narrowly avoided the rocket.

Shit luck, or something else?
But fast-moving targets are notoriously difficult to hit.

Chen Hao swiftly loaded another rocket, and when he was aiming, the car was already driving a long way.

"Amitabha, God bless."

This is already an impossible distance for him to hit, Chen Hao gritted his teeth: "Use props!"

Then the trigger of the rocket launcher was pulled.

A faint blue light covered the flying rockets.

This shot was like a divine help, and it hit Pickup's ass with precision.

A burst of flames exploded, the explosion ignited the gasoline tank, and the entire pickup was engulfed in raging flames.

"It's really fucking accurate. Stealing my pickup truck will kill you."

The precious one-time props were consumed, but Chen Hao felt it was worth it.If you dare to break ground on Tai Sui's head, you must let the enemy know how powerful it is.

Turning around and going downstairs, he found a modified nine-handed pickup in the camp, the kind that rang everything except the horn.

The only remarkable thing is that there is a heavy machine gun loaded in the body of the car, and it can be sold for a lot of money when it is disassembled.

The rotten pickup truck was driving on the grassland, and the latest iPhone [-] mobile phone was playing explosive DJ music. Chen Hao swayed his body to the rhythm and headed for the largest city nearby.

PS:

The main world is a fusion of comprehensive film and television worlds such as I am a special soldier [-] and Lord of War.

The timeline has changed slightly.

Any similarity is purely coincidental.

(End of this chapter)