I want to be a warlord

Nimule may not look like a small town, but mobile phones do work.

After all, it is a border city, and Egypt's OT communications are operating here, so the gunfight and conflict in the trading market were quickly transmitted to the military camp.

There's no police station, and it's useless if there is one. It can't take care of this kind of thing. Besides, the power of office here is unclear.

When the Ugandan military camp received the news, an emergency gathering siren immediately sounded.

But due to lack of training, low discipline and other reasons, the speed of emergency gathering is indeed more touching.

The convoy from Wangzhen had already set off for more than ten minutes, and just over 100 people from the military camp gathered together to start their vehicles and prepare to intercept them.

"Received, execute as planned." After receiving the notification from the monitor, Wang Zhen gave the order calmly.

There was a broken car parked more than 50 meters away from the exit of the military camp. It was hard to see what the logo was on the car. At this moment, the vehicle started slowly and drove towards the entrance of the military camp.

The speed was not fast. After driving for more than 30 meters, the vehicle turned around and ran directly across the road. Then a black man in the driver's seat opened the door and ran away. He walked with two long legs at such a fast speed that it felt like an afterimage could be drawn out, surrounding the surrounding area. The people were stunned.

The afterimage stretched out for more than 20 meters. When he arrived near the intersection where he had just stopped, the black man slowed down slightly, turned his head and reached out to press something.

"boom!"

The broken car lying on the road suddenly exploded. The sound was not loud and the power was not strong, but the effect of the explosion frightened everyone nearby.

After the explosion, black and red flames rolled endlessly on the road more than 10 meters wide, and then a billowing heat wave spread.

The fire was raging, with the broken car in the center. The flames shot up to a height of more than 10 meters, but there was a bright yellow light on the road. You could feel the terrifying high temperature without getting close, because the broken car was melting visibly to the naked eye. !

The explosion and fire soon alerted the Ugandans in the military camp, and the organized convoy immediately stopped moving. The incident in front was obviously not an accident. Careful people were sent closer to observe, and they knew that the fire was not caused by gasoline or the like. .

After all, he was a soldier, and he soon found out that it was a high-temperature incendiary bomb such as napalm.

At this moment, the people in the military camp couldn't care less about the conflict in the market. They were all on alert. This kind of incendiary bomb would definitely cause large-scale damage to them.

I didn't dare to go out until I was sure it was absolutely safe.

Of course, there was no way out, the only passage was blocked, and the temperature was so high that nothing except tanks could get through.

The instigator had already gotten into another car and disappeared on the street.

After such a delay, the Wangzhen team had already driven out of the small town and onto the highway. Nansu didn't even have a license plate number, and there was no surveillance. It was absolutely impossible to trace any traces.

Along the way, they did not change cars, but turned onto another road halfway. At this point, the three cars of marijuana and cash completely disappeared from public view.

……

"Who is it!" In a villa in Juba, Abirama Kadan swept everything on the table to the ground, making a crackling sound.

Three full truckloads of marijuana, which was the entire output of several nearby cultivation sites this season, worth US$468 million, were just stolen!

He also lost 20 of his men, firearms, and vehicles, with a total loss of more than 480 million. How could he not be furious!

In the villa, everyone was cautious, no one dared to make a sound, for fear of becoming the target of Abhirama Kadan's anger.

"I'm asking you a fucking question!" Seeing that the person in front of him couldn't give an answer, Abhirama Kadan rushed over and slapped him hard, "Speak."

"Sorry boss, everyone is dead, the time is too short, we..." The black man who was slapped lowered his head.

"Trash, idiot!" Abhirama Kadan punched him, kicked and hit him with all his strength, as if the subordinate in front of him had robbed him of something.

Fortunately, this guy was old after all. Within a minute of fighting, he was exhausted and stopped panting.

The subordinate breathed out slowly and twisted his body slightly to relieve the pain.

"Let me check. If you can't find who did it, don't come back the hell!" Abhirama Kadan pointed at the door and cursed.

The subordinates immediately turned around and left as if they had been granted amnesty.

It wasn't until the person left that Abhirama Kadan walked to the sofa and sat down, covering his heart and gasping for breath. He had a vague feeling in his heart that he couldn't find it!

The other party had obviously planned to ambush there, and their movements were swift and swift. They had even planned their escape route, and the local Ugandan garrison was restrained.

With such a thorough plan, how could it be possible to leave evidence? Nansu didn't have surveillance or anything like that. He could only ask questions from nearby witnesses. Obviously, he wouldn't be able to find out anything valuable.

But when he thought of so much money, Abhirama Kadan felt dizzy.

Although he has a monopoly on the drug transport lines in South Suzhou, it is only a small part of a huge link after all. What drug dealer has high profits and is divided into countless small links? What a fucking lot!

No money to support your subordinates?

No money required to establish a relationship?

480 million, his net profit in a year is only that much!

He would never give up after working for nothing for a year!

After calming down his breathing, he picked up the phone and called Belem Matheson, "Do you know what happened?"

"What?" Belem Matheson was stunned.

The news on Nansu's side was still too limited. Even if he was the person in charge of Bedi Pauli's side, he couldn't get the news immediately.

"The transaction in Nimulai was ambushed this time, and the money and goods were robbed!"

"A black man eats a black man?" Belem Matheson blurted out subconsciously, "Uganda army?"    "I don't know, my people and the people who delivered the goods were all beaten to death on the spot." Abirama Kadan's voice Gloomily, "If I know who did it, I will kill his whole family!"

"Wait for my news!" Belem Matheson said and immediately hung up the phone.

Putting down the phone, Abhirama Kadan sat quietly for more than ten minutes, raised his hand and pressed the intercom on his desk, "Let Melis come up!"

A few minutes later, a black woman was pushed in, and immediately, screams sounded in the study.

The screams ranged from loud to soft...from shrill to weak...

Half an hour later, the study door opened, and Abhirama Kadan, whose face, hands, and body were stained with blood, came out of the room and ordered the people outside expressionlessly: "Clean up!"

"Yes, dear sir." The two immediately turned around and walked into the house.

The brown floor was covered with blood, and a twisted corpse with hands bound lay on the ground...

……

In the evening, several minibuses, pickup trucks, and trucks drove into Najishot, three trucks drove directly into the warehouse, and the minibus and pickup truck went straight to the military camp.

After getting out of the car, Wang Zhen stretched and his joints cracked a few times, "Damn, what a broken road, it's so damn bumpy!"

But thinking of this great harvest, Wang Zhen couldn't hide his smile, "Take all the stolen money and let's go."

In the conference room, Natalia is waiting here. The four money counters have their work lights on and are counting money. From time to time, there is a beeping sound. Sometimes it is stuck money, sometimes it is counterfeit money.

There are a lot of counterfeit coins in Africa.

There is no way, other developed regions use credit cards and online payments, only Africa, South America, and the Middle East use cash more.

And the easiest person to deceive is undoubtedly the African man who can’t read a lot of Chinese characters.

After washing up and changing their clothes, Wang Zhen and others pushed open the door of the conference room.

"How is it? How much is it?" Wang Zhen asked with a smile.

"465 million, 3 counterfeit coins." Natalia said with a smile.

"Fuck, is he a human!" Wang Zhen cursed. He had worked so hard to grab these, and there were counterfeit coins. Damn it!

Don’t let me catch you counterfeiting coins!

"Keep 400 million, and give the fraction as bonus to everyone." Wang Zhen waved his hand, with two big words written on his face: Generous!

Although they are all paid, the boss makes money and cannot treat the people below him badly.

The 400 million was divided among everyone according to the rules. In the end, about 280 million actually fell into Wang Zhen's hands.

After all, it only quenches my thirst a little, but it is not enough to see the bottomless pit of Najishot.

We have to continue!

……

"Cap, I'm Wang, your best brother." The next day, Wang Zhen called Cap Espinoza of the CIA.

After exchanging pleasantries, Wang Zhen got down to business, "I wiped out a group of drug criminals and seized a batch of marijuana, about six tons, but as you know, I don't have suitable processing equipment here, so I think it's better to put these It is better to leave the contraband to the just CIA for handling."

"What do you think."

"Haha, Wang, you are indeed my good brother." Garp asked with a smile: "Congratulations, who else knows when."

"You know, I'm just doing the right thing, not for fame. I don't want many people to promote me." Wang Zhen said with a smile.

"It's like a superhero, Iron Man!" Garp understood immediately and said jokingly.

"Yes, Iron Man doesn't want people to know that he is Stark, he just wants to protect mankind silently!"

"Very well, welcome to the Justice League and give me an account." Cap said with a smile.

After chatting for a while, Wang Zhen hung up the phone and sent an account to him. It was the account he had often traded with John before.

Two days later, several people came to Najishot. After checking the warehouse, they drove the car away. At the same time, Wang Zhen received 200 million US dollars in his account.

"It's so damn dark!" Wang Zhen complained.

"That's right. It's already very good that the CIA takes the goods and returns the money." Golden Retriever sneered, "By the way, aren't you the most opposed to trading drug addicts?"

"When did I deal with drug addicts!" Wang Zhen's eyes widened, "I just gave the marijuana to the CIA. After completing the anti-drug mission, the CIA will give you a bonus, that's it!"

"Golden Retriever, what do you mean, are you saying that the CIA is poisonous?"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!" (End of Chapter)