The strongest mercenary across the line of fire

Not long after, a group of villagers who killed people for bread came back, and there was a murderous tyranny in them, which was survival, desire, and struggle.

The few people who ran in the front were covered in blood, holding several bloody heads in their hands.

"Bread! I want bread! I want dollars!" The mob-like villagers shouted loudly, and instantly surrounded Zhao Ziyang and his party.

What was left to them was done, and now it was time to fulfill the promise.These villagers who just finished killing people stared at Zhao Ziyang. If he dared to repent, he would rush forward without hesitation even in the face of so many guns.

It was a contract of a deal, and the contract was sacred to them.

"Blade." Zhao Ziyang called out.

Dao Feng on the side grabbed a piece of black bread with a smile on his face and said to the villagers: "Women and children line up in a pair, and men line up in a line. There will be bread and dollars, haha..."

The villagers immediately and consciously lined up in two teams, one team received the bread, and the other team received ten dollars from Swart.They didn't loot, this is what they deserve, as for more, they don't belong to them, unless there is another trade.

Not long after, the bread and dollars were distributed to everyone, and they looked at Zhao Ziyang with gratitude in their eyes, as if Zhao Ziyang and his party were their true gods.

Zhao Ziyang signaled to put away the remaining half of the box of US dollars, walked up to several bloody heads and kicked them lightly with his boots, and saw that they were indeed Oriental faces.

"Zhao Ziyang!" The little wild cat roared, and she yelled at Zhao Ziyang angrily: "How can you let these people kill us Chinese?"

Hearing the roar of the little wild cat, Zhao Ziyang turned around slowly, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

"When did the Taiwanese admit that they are Chinese? They are Taiwanese. Please don't think of Taiwanese as Chinese because they don't admit it themselves."

Facing Zhao Ziyang's rebuttal, Little Wild Cat opened his mouth and was speechless, but his heart was still full of anger.She had to admit that what Zhao Ziyang said was the truth. Taiwanese only admit that they are Taiwanese and never admit that they are Chinese, as if admitting that they are Chinese is a very shameful thing.To say that Taiwanese are Chinese is just wishful thinking.

Of course, there are some people who admit it. The vast majority are those who migrated to Taiwan after 49 and admit that they are Chinese. This proportion is very small, and it will decrease a little bit with the passage of time.

The little wild cat sullenly took out an apple and gnawed it, staring at Zhao Ziyang's back with murderous eyes while gnawing.

At this time, a black man with a gun came over, as if he wanted to say something to Zhao Ziyang, but he hesitated.

"What do you want to say?" Zhao Ziyang asked.

"I, I want more dollars!" The black man mustered up his courage to stare at the suitcase in Swart's hand, swallowed and continued: "If you can give me one hundred, no, fifty dollars ..."

With a sound of "swish", five banknotes were thrown on the black man.

"Say!" Zhao Ziyang stared at the other party.

The black man treasured the five banknotes and said to Zhao Ziyang neatly, "Mopti helped the Taiwanese escape, and he didn't come with us."

Hearing this, Zhao Ziyang looked around and didn't find the black leader just now. He immediately understood that the Taiwanese must have given him more money.

"Hahaha... Not bad, not bad!" Zhao Ziyang patted the black man on the shoulder and asked, "What's your name?"

"Buku."

"Very good." Zhao Ziyang nodded and said with a smile, "Buku, are you willing to come with me to capture Mopti and that Taiwanese?"

"Money! I want money!" Buku stretched out his right hand.

They can do anything for you as long as you give them money, and killing people is just a trivial thing for them.

Another five US dollars with a denomination of 10 yuan were thrown to Buku. After getting the money, Buku immediately waved at other black men with guns, and led Zhao Ziyang and his party to chase after the black leader just now.

A group of people passed through the east of the village, and soon caught up with Mopti and the Taiwanese businessman.

Seeing the people who were chasing him, Mopti scolded Buku and others loudly, and pointed a gun at Buku, trying to restrain his people with his remaining prestige.It's just that these are useless at all. Buku and the others no longer recognize the leader because the leader betrayed them.

Annoyed, Mopti shot at Buku with his gun.

"boom!"

The gunshot rang out, and the blade lightly blew on his pistol, and put the pistol into the holster gracefully.

This shot hit the rifle in Mopti's hand and sent the rifle flying.

This pistol technique changed the faces of Buku and others looking at the blade, and they became very worshipful and fearful.

"Buku, go and kill Mopti, kill him, then all the money on him will be yours." Zhao Ziyang shook his head at Buku and made a promise to him.

Mopti should have belonged to Zhao Ziyang, but Zhao Ziyang had bought it with money, and he had no right to touch the money in his possession.But now that Zhao Ziyang said it, he was naturally very excited. He saw with his own eyes that Mopti got two hundred dollars, which is a huge sum of money.

Mopti's face changed, and so did the faces of the Taiwanese who fled with him.

A long knife appeared in Buku's hand, and he rushed towards Mopti with a ferocious face, swinging the knife fiercely.

"Pfft", a gust of blood spurted out, Mopti's neck was chopped off by Buku, and he fell limply to the ground.

Buku, who killed his leader, did not stop. He cut off Mopti's head from his shoulder with a knife, and then cut off Mopti's genitals.His head was held high by him, and his genitals were stuffed around his waist.

"Aoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..." the blood dripping from the raised head stained his head and face.

The rest of the blacks bowed down to Buku one after another and recognized Buku as the new leader.

"It's really barbaric." Omo shook his head and cast a glance at Zhao Ziyang.

"It's not that the balls are broken, it's that there are no balls." Dao Feng winked at Omo, teasing Omo.

Omo glared at Dao Feng fiercely, panting heavily and turned his head away.

Buku here has turned Mopti's body over again, and finally took off the clothes from the corpse and put them on himself, with a happy face.

"Forgive me, spare my life, please let me live." The Taiwanese begged Zhao Ziyang for mercy in jerky Mandarin, and took out the money in horror, saying to Zhao Ziyang: "I will give you money, one hundred dollars, oh no, two hundred U.S. dollars, no, no, one thousand dollars! Since everyone is Chinese, can you spare my life?"

The Taiwanese took out a handful of US dollars and knelt down to Zhao Ziyang when his life was threatened.

"Hehe, yes, but you have to answer my question." Zhao Ziyang said with a smile.

Seeing that there was hope of survival, the Taiwanese immediately nodded fiercely.

"Do you know who the national leader of China is?" Zhao Ziyang asked while squatting in front of the Taiwanese face-to-face.

"I know, I know, I know, I know..." The Taiwanese wiped the sweat from their brows and kept saying they knew, but they just couldn't say it.

"Okay, then let me ask another question, do you think the **** is from China or from Taiwan?"

"Taiwanese!"

The words came out without any hesitation.But after saying this sentence, the Taiwanese realized that they had said something wrong, and it was a big mistake.

After asking, Zhao Ziyang turned to look at the little wild cat with a smile on his face.

"Huh!" Little Wild Cat snorted heavily, and turned away from looking at Zhao Ziyang and the Taiwanese.

Obviously, the little wild cat really had nothing to say this time, so she turned her head angrily and ignored it.

"Forget it, I'll spare your life for the sake of your ability to speak Mandarin, but you have to pay for it." Zhao Ziyang raised the corner of his mouth slightly, showing a very nice smile.

Hearing that you can buy your life with money, the Taiwanese immediately handed over all the money in their hands to Zhao Ziyang, with a pitiful look on his face.

"No, no, don't think of me as these Gambians. A thousand dollars? You are insulting me. Remember, you can have everything when you are alive, and you have nothing if you die. Think clearly." Zhao Ziyang's words were full of temptation, teaching the other party that life is precious.

The Taiwanese suddenly woke up. He realized that what he wanted was his life, not money.Thinking of this, he immediately took out a check book from his pocket and handed it to Zhao Ziyang with both hands.

"All, all stamped and signed, Rui, Rui, Swiss bank notes."

Zhao Ziyang went to pick up the check book with a smile on his face, but before he touched it, a pair of hands stretched out to take it.For the owner of these hands, Zhao Ziyang could only express his helplessness, his money was withheld by Angel, he was simply a housekeeper.

Angel, who took the check book, opened it to look at it, nodded at Zhao Ziyang, and put it in her arms.

"Okay, you can go." Zhao Ziyang patted the Taiwanese on the shoulder, indicating that he could leave.

With Zhao Ziyang's permission, the Taiwanese immediately put the money in his hands in his arms, and ran forward scrambling.He has to leave this damned place far away, and must immediately go to Banjul, the capital of Gambia, and then find the Gambian government to capture and shoot these bandits.

"Boss, let them go now?" Swart asked Zhao Ziyang curiously, he thought it was not a good idea to let them go.

Zhao Ziyang patted Swart on the shoulder, and said loudly to the Buku group: "What should you do if you have money in front of you? Do you want it to slip away from you?"

This sentence reminded Buku and his gang that they would never let the money slip away, not even a penny.

"Da da da..." Dozens of rifles rang out at the same time, instantly smashing the people in Taiwan into sieves.

"Aooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo ows [-] before now, before brandishing their guns, they charged towards the corpses of the Taiwanese.

When they returned, the Taiwanese were lying naked in a pool of blood, not even a pair of underwear left.Finished underwear is a good thing in the eyes of these people, and they will never let it go when they come across it.

A group of barbarians, a group of barbarians who had to be barbaric in order to survive.