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Chapter 291 Raise troops to Luo, the Qing emperor side!

Signing an agreement is simple.

All you need to do is write down your name.

But in just a few minutes, Park Zhengyi got the documents he wanted.

Taking a glance at the document, he carefully and solemnly put the document into the briefcase, sat for a while, and then proposed to Debat the idea of ​​leaving.

The two sides have achieved their respective goals, so naturally it is hello and I am good.

Reluctantly, Park Zhengyi got into the leaving car, waved his hand, the car started under his feet, and got into the rainforest with one kick of the accelerator.

However, before the negotiator was happy, he saw a pickup truck lying in front of him. In the cargo box of the pickup truck was an old machine gun.

A man was standing behind a machine gun, holding the trigger tightly with both hands, and there was a man smoking a cigarette at the car door.

Hearing the movement, the other party raised his head. After seeing Park Zhengzheng's appearance clearly, he waved his hand and motioned for several people to come over.

Under the demonstration of the machine gun, Park Zhengyi and a group of people drove the car over.

The car stopped, and the person standing beside the car slowly walked over, put his hands on the window glass, and asked curiously, "Mr. Park Zhengyi?"

"You're mistaken, my name is Matsushita Yamaguchi!"

"Oh!" Facing Pu Zhengyi's fooling, the man responded casually, pulled out the pistol on his waist, and shot twice at the wheel.

Afterwards, he made a call and said to the French speaking on the other end of the phone: "Your information is wrong, I will kill these people before coming over!"

After hanging up the phone, the man turned his head again, and Park Zhengyi immediately raised his hands.

"I am Park Zhengyi!"

Hearing this, the man stretched his hand in through the car window, and slapped Pu Zhengyi on the face who was speaking.

"Isn't it over if you say that earlier? There are so many things!"

Following the man's movements, a few more people emerged from the jungle on the side of the road, hurriedly dragged the people out of the car, stuffed them into the pickup truck, and drove away all the way.

Half an hour later, in a very ordinary village, Pu Zhengyi saw the neighbor next door, Ichiro Tsubaki who came with the same purpose.

In front of this neighbor was a black man like an iron tower, with a bullet belt on his back, a red beret on his head, and several pistols hanging obliquely from his waist.

Seeing Park Zhengyi and others who were sent in, this person showed a kind smile, with bright black skin and snow-white teeth, which were particularly permeating.

"Two, at this critical moment, you came to us to invest, and you didn't ask me what I thought?"

"Are you looking down on me a little?"

After he finished speaking, the two people who came to negotiate looked at each other at the same time.

Their eyes intertwined, and they both saw resentment in each other's eyes.

Still confused.

According to their intelligence, the land around here belongs to the chief, and the chief is the sky and the land here.

Where did this guy come from again?

After reading the expressions on the faces of the two people, the strong black man opened his hands and shouted loudly:
"Let me introduce myself, my name is Bertrand, the king of the underground world!"

"And you came to Ponga to conduct business, and you dare to ignore us, isn't it a bit too much?"

King of the Underworld?
The two of them just felt dumbfounded.

I have never heard of this person, where did he come from the underground world?

Also, isn't the opposition in Ponga in the court?
How did you run over and become a bandit?

Regardless of their doubts, Bertrand waved his hand, and two people came out behind him with brushes and basins.

With all his hands and feet, he pressed Pu Zhengyi's person to the ground, took off his shoes, and started brushing directly.

After taking a satisfied look, Bertrand turned and opened the door to leave. After a while, he got into another large room.

In the room, Edward was covering the tip of his nose with a handkerchief, looking around with disgust.

Seeing someone coming in, he immediately asked, "Mr. Bertrand?"

"It's me!" The black man walked to the sofa and sat up carelessly, Erlang raised his feet and looked cynical.

His aggressive gaze swept over Edward, and Bertrand asked in a deep voice, "Could it be that you guys also came to buy land for the purpose of setting up a factory?"

"Buy land?" Edward asked back, then nodded slightly.

"You can also say that, but this time, we are more important to find Your Excellency, because these things must be completed by Your Excellency!"

"Oh?" The ambiguous words aroused Bertrand's interest. Changing a comfortable posture, he asked curiously, "What's the matter?"

Seeing that the opponent took the bait, Edward put his hands behind his back, turned around and said in a pretentious way:

"We are the guardians of the darkness, the maintainers of order!"

"When the order of the world is destroyed and the world is in turmoil, we will stand up and assist the person who can win the world!"

"And you, according to our calculations, are the reincarnation of God, and you have such a heaven and earth luck!"

"So, here we are, and we want you to raise your arms and shout out, as a leader, we will deal with this catastrophe!"

Hearing this, Bertrand blinked, and unconsciously pressed his face with the hand next to him, and then pressed lightly, which was very painful.

The reincarnation of God?

Are you so powerful?
If he is really the reincarnation of God, what is the catastrophe this person is talking about?
What should I do?
He asked what was on his mind.

"Then what should I do exactly?"

Looking at the strong man in front of him, Edward sneered in his heart. This is Afrika's matching mechanism.

These people have no brains at all, and they only need to incite a few words to fool them around.

It is a waste of this fertile land under our feet to be in the hands of these people.

He took a step forward, raised his right hand, put it on his neck and gently pulled it, "Raise the troops to Luo, Qing Jun's side!"

"Promoting soldiers to Luo? Qing Jun's side?" Bertrand's eyes became confused.

Edward, who was next to him, immediately struck while the iron was hot, and continued to confuse him: "A man stands upright, how can he live under others for a long time, depressed!"

"What's more, you are the reincarnation of God!"

"Only the position of the prime minister can match your identity, do you understand?"

"If you act, we can provide weapons! One action will make a difference!"

After the bewitching voice fell, Edward stepped aside.

He knew that he had already given the idea, and it was up to this person how to make a decision. As for the rest, he left it to God.

Within a few seconds, Bertrand's voice sounded.

"Okay! Just do as you said, give me the money first!"

"Okay! Husband, speak quickly! I'll give you the money right away!" As he spoke, Edward turned and left, and after a while, he walked in with a suitcase.

The box was opened, and it was full of colorful knife music.

Seeing the money, Bertrand also believed that he was the reincarnation of God, otherwise, these people would not have given him the money.

Isn't it a fool to give money to others for no reason?

What's more, with so much money, even if you risk your life, it's enough!

At that time, with this money, you can go anywhere in the country, or go abroad, and you can have a good time!

After counting the banknotes, Bertrand waved his hand.

"It's not too late, let's raise our troops to Luoyang now, Lord Qing's side!"

(End of this chapter)