I want to be a warlord

Chapter 618 Moral depression!

"A pickup truck came out and there were three people in it, but..."

Speaking of this, the man's tone was full of doubts.

"What's wrong?" Garp frowned slightly.

"I can't explain it. The few people the old guy sent before were arrested. Why did he send the same people again? Even we know that the same method should be useless."

"A car, three people,...is there anything weird in the car?"

"Weird, no, oh, there seems to be a lot of stuff in the trunk of the car. It's hard to tell because it's wrapped in canvas."

Garp couldn't figure it out either. After thinking for a long time, he waved Wang Zhen over and said, "Please analyze it."

This is different from state affairs. After all, it involves half-brothers and it is not appropriate for Garp to make decisions without authorization.

Wang Zhen took it and frowned after listening to the retelling again. After thinking about it for a long time, an idea suddenly flashed in his mind. It was his experience in Iraq.

The violent explosion of fire almost engulfed their team on the spot.

"Fake, it can't be a self-destructing truck!" These words blurted out.

Karp's eyes widened, and the CIA staff member on the other end of the phone was also startled.

"No way? This is not the Middle East, and we don't believe in Islam. It shouldn't be that crazy, right?"

"Regardless of whether it's true or not, you'll know after beating the person to death and checking it!" Wang Zhen snorted. He had always been very decisive about this kind of thing.

……

Najishot.

The poet and the magnifying glass were hiding on both sides of the street. The T-50 was flying in the sky and staring at the pickup truck driving on the ground.

The pickup truck suddenly slowed down and stopped. After a while, the two people got out of the truck and stood quietly on the side of the road, watching the pickup truck start up again.

The speed is getting faster and faster!

Putting away their doubts, the three poets locked their sights on the cab. In the sights, the face of the old black man was slightly ferocious.

Counting silently in his mind, the poet's breath suddenly stopped and his finger pulled the trigger, "Bang!"

A 7.62 bullet was fired straight into the cab.

At the same time as the gunshot sounded, the magnifying glass immediately pulled the trigger.

In order to ensure nothing goes wrong, the cameraman holds his breath and stares at the scope without blinking. If the two of them miss, he will immediately shoot again.

In the scope, the windshield of the pickup truck instantly flashed with snowflakes and deformed. Then he saw the vehicle shaking and rushing down the road with its head tilted.

In the car, a big hole was punched out of the old black man's right chest. His face was full of horror and disbelief, and blood spurted out as if it was for free.

The old black man gritted his teeth and lowered his head slightly. He lost a lot of blood in an instant and his mind was no longer clear. Perhaps he had a strong obsession to create a way for his family to escape the suffering of Nansu, so he raised his intact left hand and struggled to move towards Touch the bag next to you.

He just turned his body halfway and touched it a few times, but he couldn't find anything where the bag was placed. The last glimmer of life was gone, and the body was leaning on the driver's seat in a twisted posture.

The poet waited for a full minute and saw no response from the target vehicle, then slowly got up and walked over.

The windshield was shattered and a lot of blood spurted out, making it impossible to see what was going on inside.

It took 10 minutes to walk over, and the T-50 in the sky also landed. The camera was pointed at the vehicle and took pictures back and forth.

After confirming that the person was dead, the poet opened the car door and pulled the body out.

"Explosives!" The magnifying glass carefully unwrapped the canvas behind the truck and shouted immediately after opening it.

They were plastic buckets, stuffed into the back compartment, and fixed firmly with ropes.

A small hole was drilled into the lid of the plastic bucket, and a wire was inserted into it. All the plastic buckets were connected together by wires.

So conspicuous!

Finally, the three of them found a bag from under the passenger's feet, which contained a detonator in a box.

……

Far away in Mombasa, watching the video transmitted, Wang Zhen snorted, "This is considered conclusive evidence!"

"Self-explosion car, what the hell is this a terrorist if it's not a terrorist?"

"The two who got off the bus early were also caught, and their confessions were also obtained."

"No problem, you can arrest him at any time!" Garp said gloomily.

That night, a plane landed at Juba Airport, and Kapp got off the plane with more than 30 fully armed American soldiers.

There was no security check and we drove straight to the US Embassy in Juba.

……

Just as Karp was taking people off the plane, two commercial vehicles without headlights quietly parked near Cardin's house. The doors opened and eight people jumped out of the car.

Putting on the night vision device, Wang Zhen looked up at the wall in front of him. It was three meters high. The wall was covered with iron thorns. The iron thorns were about 30 centimeters long. There were two rows in front and back, and there was no place to stay.

Normally, this is the time for Guo Jingyun to show off his kung fu, but... is it useful?

Wang Zhen curled his lips, took out a ladder-shaped thing from the car and pulled it hard, a step-by-step ladder.

Guo Jingyun looked at it and shook his head, but he climbed up first, took another ladder and placed it on the other side of the wall, and then walked down.

There is no place for heroes!

The group of people entered the villa manor quietly.

Carefully approaching the door of the villa, Wang Zhen took out something like a grenade, gently pulled it open and threw it at the door, then waited quietly.

Looking at the watch, about five minutes later, several people walked towards the villa.

The donkey took out a bunch of tools and quickly poked at the door. After a while, he twisted the handle and pushed it gently. When the door opened, he saw a big dog lying motionless on the ground.

The CIA's secret weapon is specifically aimed at Xiao Gou Gou. Don’t you like to smell it…

After filing in and closing the door, the eight people immediately dispersed to each room.

Wang Zhen quietly pushed open a crack in the door, without looking to see if there was anyone inside. He opened a small jar and put it in, then immediately closed the door and left.

Soon, everyone in the room except the master bedroom fell asleep.

They gathered at the door of the master bedroom. After opening the door this time, Wang Zhen left nothing behind and several people walked in without hesitation.

……

Cardin couldn't sleep well at all because of repeated attacks in the past few days. He always had nightmares, and Wang Zhen's terrifying face would appear in his dreams every time.

Sometimes Wang Zhen chased him with a smile and brandished a knife to chop him.

Sometimes it was Wang Zhen who drove towards him with a grin on his face.

He would be startled awake every time.

This time is no exception.

Wang Zhen appeared again and put a gun to his forehead. He could clearly feel the cold touch of the gun's muzzle.

The difference is that this time there are several dark figures appearing around Wang Zhen...

"Get out of here!"

"Get out!" Cardin waved his arms vigorously, turned his head sideways, and shouted.

Wang Zhen, who was holding a gun, was dumbfounded. He turned to look at Guo Jingyun and the others, "What's wrong?"

"Why do I feel like I'm exorcising an evil spirit?"

"Stop having a fucking nightmare, right?" Guo Jingyun said suddenly.

"It's possible!" Wang Zhen retracted his gun, raised his hand and drew it with a big dick, "Wake up!"

"Snapped!"

The slap on the face made Kadan completely stunned. He first looked at Wang Zhen motionlessly, and then moved his eyes to the figures next to him.

It was pitch black and couldn't see clearly.

dream?

Kadan raised his hand and rubbed his eyes hard to make sure he was awake, but looking again, although Wang Zhen's face was hidden in the darkness, his experiences these days made him recognize Wang Zhen even if he turned into ashes!

"Ah!" With a scream, Kadan sat up straight and pointed at Wang Zhen, "You, you, you... come here, come here!"

"Pah!" Wang Zhen thrust out another big cock.

"Sandman is stunned, right?!" Wang Zhen cursed. After checking that the curtains were still closed tightly, he reached out and turned on the light.

With the sudden light, Cardin felt his eyes sting. He covered his eyes and it took him a long time to recover.

"You!" At this moment, Kadan had recovered a lot. Although he was still frightened about how Wang Zhen came to his home, it was obvious that there was no one else at home.

These people are confident!

"Want to live or die." Wang Zhen sat down beside Kadan's bed and asked in a calm tone.

"What do you mean?" Cardin said with a straight face, trying not to show his panic, "You, you, I am a member of Congress, I am a minister, what do you want to do!"

"Leave now, forget about this matter, I, I, I can give you money!!"

Wang Zhen raised his hand again, and Kadan immediately raised his hand to block it. He would rather die than surrender, but that doesn't mean he is not afraid of pain.

"Want to live or die!"

"I...want to live."

"The CIA is here to arrest you." Wang Zhen said softly with a smile.

"Ah?!" Cardin was stunned for five seconds, his expression gradually distorted, and then he suddenly jumped up from the bed, "What, CIA, why, why!"

The tone was full of confusion and panic.

The United States, CIA, Guantanamo Prison... and a series of other things flashed through his mind.

The deterrent power of the United States is simply terrifying to people in these small African countries.

He doesn't think Kiel or Nansu can keep him.

The annual humanitarian aid funds alone will make everyone obediently hand him over.

That was hundreds of millions of dollars a year, and everyone had to participate in the share. He didn't feel that he, including his family, was worth such a high price for Nansu.

"No, why!" He looked aggrieved, as if he had just been raped.

"Because I reported you on terrorist attacks, car bombs, transactions with the Holy Spirit Army, etc. There are many, and the evidence is conclusive. People from the US military and CIA living in Kenya should have arrived at the US embassy." Wang Zhen's smile was still so bright.

After hearing this, Kadan felt bad.

Are you reporting me?

And then tell me again?

you……

"Why!" The expression on Cardin's face ranged from confusion to disbelief, and from grievance to anger. The same sentence came out in different flavors, which was so fun.

Wang Zhen laughed, "Because I'm interested in your family property."

"If you transfer the money to me, I will send you away. If not, then I will hand you over to the CIA in exchange for some other support."

"You, you, you..." Kadan was shaking with anger. If he had a gun in his hand now, he would definitely die with Wang Zhen.

How can there be such bad people in the world?

Moral depression!

Moral depression!

Satan will believe in you!

(End of this chapter)