I want to be a warlord

Just after the press conference, Fionn Ault's call came in.

Wang Zhen was stunned for a moment when he saw the number. In his mind, Fion Ort should run away, go to Uganda or Kenya, and hide wherever he could.

How could this guy obey so easily if he had to come to him on his own initiative?

I never expected that this guy would call so quickly.

He answered the phone with some confusion, "Hello."

"Brother, I am Fon Alter!"

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"No, wait a minute, what are you shouting for?"

"Big brother!"

"Who the hell are you the eldest brother?" Wang Zhen said angrily, feeling so awkward.

"Brother, brother, you can't ignore this little brother." Fang Alter began to cry in a voice.

It’s okay not to have this face!

"Fuck you!" Wang Zhen was quite speechless. No, weren't you very tough before?

Another push back at the gold mine, another night attack on the camp!

I still like your unruly look!

Of course, Wang Zhen can actually understand that a person who can decisively abandon his subordinates and surrender when there is no obvious defeat is actually very stubborn.

"Stop talking nonsense, what are you doing on the phone? I'm busy." Wang Zhen asked directly.

"That's right..." Fon Ault explained the matter.

"Nimowu? A city of criminals? Someone beat you by a stranger?" Wang Zhen frowned.

"Yes, brother, if you don't help me, I will really be kicked out. When the time comes..." Fon Alter didn't finish his words.

"Do you still want me to help you fight?" Wang Zhen's brows suddenly widened. At this moment, he began to admire Fang Alter.

One moment he was beaten to the point of abandoning his armor, and the next moment he voluntarily surrendered and worshiped his enemy's elder brother, he stood out as a person who understands current affairs!

"Your mother!" Wang Zhen cursed. He really didn't want to care, but...

In this land of Africa, a villain like Fionn Ort who knows current affairs can be regarded as cherishing resources. At this moment, Wang Zhen is really reluctant to let him be destroyed.

"Find a place to hide and wait for my people to contact you!" Wang Zhen cursed and hung up the phone.

The press conference here is over, and Wang Zhen still has a lot of things to do.

First of all, all reporters who come are friends, so Wang Zhen naturally has to show some respect.

A large table was set up at the door, covered with red cloth, and gift boxes were placed on it.

It's not something too precious. It's a glorious defense trademark made of pure gold, contained in a small box made of mahogany. Calculated purely based on the price of gold, its value is about $200.

In this world, not everyone likes even the U.S. dollar, but no one doesn’t like gold!

Every reporter who received the gift seemed very satisfied and deeply remembered the name Guanghui Defense.

After all, we are not particularly short of money, and no one will smelt the gold jewelry. Therefore, in the subsequent reports, everyone would not mind giving more words and good words to Guanghui Defense.

After that it was lunch.

It is still the Baijing Juba Hotel, combining Chinese and Western food.

After Li Guanghua got acquainted with Wang Zhen, in addition to satisfying the man's passionate fantasies about weapons, battlefields, etc., there were actually many benefits. All food and accommodation activities at Guanghui Defense were held here.

He is going to open another hotel in Najishot recently... He will start construction immediately after the cement factory in Wangzhen is built!

Wang Zhen walked through the crowd carrying wine, wishing he could have a drink with every reporter. Fortunately, it was specially prepared wine obtained from the embassy, ​​otherwise he would have been drunk long ago.

It was already past two o'clock in the afternoon when the luncheon ended.

In the evening, Wang Zhen arranged a separate meal for officials from the United Nations and the African Union, and just had a meal...

There are no high-end entertainment venues in Juba... Besides, their wives and children have also returned from traveling.

After three rounds of drinking,

Barak Sampson looked at Wang Zhen and asked, "What are you going to do with those prisoners?"

"Ah?" Wang Zhen was stunned, "Didn't I already share it with you?"

"No, no, no." Barak Sampson looked at each other and explained with a smile: "The United Nations does not have prisons, and prisoners tried by the international tribunal will be remanded back to their home countries for detention. Even if they are sentenced to death, they will be executed. Home country.”

"That is to say, these people will be sent back to Nansu." Wang Zhen raised his eyebrows. He thought that after the people were handed over, they would have nothing to do with him.

It turns out that I just went out for a formality...

This is very United Nations!

Wang Zhen turned to look at Johnny Haddad, "You're sending it back too?"

"No, no, no, we have a prison, held directly in Guantanamo Bay." Johnny Haddad said with a smile.

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The United States doesn't care whether it is qualified to imprison criminals from other countries, it can imprison them if it wants.   Barack smiled and picked up the red wine without saying anything, this is the United States!

"So, what are you going to do about it?"

"You can throw them to open gold mines. They killed so many people, which can be regarded as repaying their sins and saving costs." Very perverse words came from the mouth of Johnny Haddad, a US military officer.

Wang Zhen laughed, shook his head and said, "I want to go mining, it's so beautiful!"

"Jobs are so scarce, wouldn't it be a waste to give them? Besides, when it comes to exploitation, there is still no comparison between the slavery system and the capitalist system. The efficiency is too low."

"I suddenly have to send people back. I really don't know how to deal with it for a while..." Wang Zhen said with a wry smile.

They are all scum with blood on their hands and no humanity. They are people that even bastards like Fionn Ort don’t want.

He doesn't know how to use slave labor. He won't save a lot of money, and it's easy to get talked about. The gain outweighs the loss.

Johnny Haddad rolled his eyes, leaned over and whispered: "I remember you know people from the American Pharmaceutical Group."

Seeing Wang Zhen nod, Johnny Haddad continued: "Look for them and ask if they want it."

"Human experiment?" Wang Zhen raised his eyebrows and whispered.

Johnny Haddad nodded, "As far as I know, Guantánamo Prison has secret cooperation with some medical institutions. You know, many rich people are now engaged in biotechnology and are pursuing life extension, and they have invested a lot in this area. "

Wang Zhen nodded slightly. He had heard of this before. Who doesn't want to live forever?

In any case, these rich people must test the relevant technological achievements on humans before using them. Wang Zhen does not believe that this technology can also be used for clinical trials in Africa.

A few years ago, during the O'Hare era, in 2010, the United States exposed that American researchers deliberately infected more than 1946 Guatemalan prisoners, mental patients, and sex workers from 1948 to 1300 with sexually transmitted diseases such as gonorrhea, syphilis, and chancre. , of which only about 700 had received some kind of treatment, and by the end of 1953, a total of 83 subjects had died.

If they can sell these scumbags at a good price, it can be regarded as their contribution to the medical cause.

Of course, this is just for now, people may not be willing to buy people from themselves.

Is it safe?

The two people were whispering here, and they must be talking about shady issues, but the people from the United Nations pretended not to hear them at all.

In politics, you need to learn to listen to what you should and not to listen to what you shouldn’t.

The next day, when he personally put the person on the plane, Wang Zhen breathed a sigh of relief. Damn it, it was finally over.

Of course, it was his Nansu side that finished the matter. Starting from today, various related reports appeared in newspapers, on the Internet, and on TV. As the news spread, the names of Guanghui Defense and Wang Zhen appeared in people's sight.

If you don’t open Google search, you won’t find this person!

If there was a reputation system, people outside of Wang Town would be "unknown", but now they would be "somewhat famous".

……

"What the hell is this place!" Wang Zhen looked around and saw a bare red land with a few trees growing sparsely, most of which were dead, and a dozen thatched huts scattered on the wasteland.

"This is a tribal settlement during the rainy season. Now is the dry season. They must have moved with their cattle and sheep, and the village has been abandoned." Fang Ault followed Wang Zhen and said with a smile.

After Wang Zhen finished his business in Juba, he came over with Abed and 20 Dinka soldiers.

Only black people can come here, and people cannot know that the glorious defense king who was praised by the United Nations just now and who is incompatible with the terrorists is actually the mastermind behind the terrorists!

Nearby, the gangsters under Fion Ort have their eyes on Wang Zhen. This man who led the team to defeat them was now also known as the General's Big Brother!

"Can you live in it?"

"It's okay, just live on the ground." Fon Ort said with a smile.

South Sudan, or rather this ghostly place in Africa, seems to be a big place where people can live in just a tent, but in fact it is not possible. There are too many snakes, insects, rats and ants, and the probability of death is very high if you spend the night in the mountains and forests.

Nomadic herdsmen all have dedicated routes and relatively fixed residences, which are red lands where all vegetation has been shoveled away.

Wang Zhen looked inside a thatched house, which was only about 20 square meters. It was dark and small, and he immediately lost the desire to go in.

Who knows how someone could spend hundreds or thousands of dollars to live in a hut...

Finding an open space, two Dinka soldiers took out folding stools. Wang Zhen sat down and then said, "I have something to tell you."

"First of all, Fionn Ault has been arrested and will soon be sent to the International Court of Justice for trial. Fionn Ault is dead."

Fon Ort's expression gradually became distorted!

Without knowing it, he was about to die!

it's very...

"then what do I do?"

"Who the hell cares about your name!" Wang Zhen said angrily: "Don't think too highly of yourself, how can you prove that you are the terrorist leader Fionn Alter!"

"I..." Fon Ort's eyes widened, I can't be me anymore!

"Okay, I just want to tell you that from now on, don't admit to anyone that you have ever sold drugs or planted drugs. Make a cut with the past, and don't just go and massacre villages." As he said that, Wang Zhen suddenly He became angry and raised his feet to stare at Fon Ault's chair.

Fon Ort rolled out and sat on the ground, looking at Wang Zhen in confusion.

Why are you hitting someone all of a sudden? (End of chapter)