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Chapter 1029 Talent Zaku
In Africa, especially in such war-torn areas, not to mention airplanes, even cars, it is rare to come across one or two good ones, all of which are pickup trucks or vans that are about to be scrapped. As for cars, it is really not something ordinary people can enjoy owned.

The plane in front of Xia Long was ventilated from all sides, obviously it was remodeled from a small transport plane, and judging by the smoky appearance, it must have been burnt. Compared with the wooden plane that Xia Long had just landed, it was even scarier.

These four big black men are obviously murderous guys. In short, even if Xia Long doesn't need to look at them, he can feel the murderous aura on them.

Being able to be sent by that Mandela to pick him up, obviously, these four guys are Mandela's cronies.

Masuri's translator said a word to one of the big black men, and then he turned to Xia Long and said in English: "Mr. Xia, this is the captain of the guard of Commander Mandela. He invites you to board the plane!"

Xia Long smiled strangely, and then boarded the plane with Da Zhang. Soon, the dilapidated plane took off again staggeringly. Fortunately, it was getting late at this time, so after the plane flew into the sky, it was not too hot. Flying above the desert, Xia Long thought that if he didn't fall to his death, he would probably be sunburned to death.

The sky was getting darker and darker, and the plane was flying like a headless chicken in the night. At ten o'clock in the night, Sharon finally saw a searchlight and the dots of lights on the ground. The plane started to land.

When landing, Xia Long could clearly feel the plane shaking from side to side. Amidst the huge roar, the fuselage was still creaking. If the shaking was more severe, it would probably fall apart.

Finally, the plane finally landed on the ground.

Sharon was the first to jump off the plane. He took a look at the so-called airport, and it took him a long time to let out a sigh of relief.

Is this the airport?
This is one of the most common dirt roads in rural China.

Damn, it's good to be alive.

At this time, the four big black men on the plane also came over, and a strong searchlight turned from a simple high tower on one side. This searchlight was probably the lighthouse guidance signal of the plane.

What appeared in front of Sharon was a row of five Toyota pickups. In the compartments of these pickups, there was also a vehicle-mounted machine gun, which was obviously unloaded from some armored vehicles and welded to the pickup.

This kind of Toyota pickup is the most popular in Africa, because it is very resistant to manufacture, cheap, compact, and capable of pulling people. This is basically the infantry armored vehicle of these warlords.

The airport was already on the other side of the desert. Although it was night, Xia Long could still feel that there was a jungle next to the desert. These guys came out of that jungle.

Compared with the four people who greeted them, the soldiers in these cars were all about the same size, but their treatment was obviously different.

The four big men who greeted Sharon had a pair of good military boots on their feet, and their trousers were made of camouflage canvas in a unified standard. They were carrying light machine guns in their hands, and the bullet chains hanging around their necks were even more dazzling yellow, but here Some of these guys are holding an automatic rifle that is likely to get stuck at any time, some are wearing pistols, and some guys have no guns at all, and they are holding a machete in their hands, which is quite majestic. .

But the clothes on them were tattered, and it was impossible to tell whether they were military uniforms or something, and they looked very sloppy, but their black skin was shining with a layer of oil under the light, and their muscles Qiu Zha, each of them looked full of strength.

All the people looked at Xia Long with fierce and indifferent eyes, and the guide Masuli talked to him for a few more words before he wiped off his sweat and said in a low voice: "Mr. You can only take your people there, I can no longer accompany you!"

Xia Long was stunned: "Then who will be my interpreter? These guys speak African dialects, I can't understand them at all!"

The guide smiled wryly: "Commander Mandela, you can speak English!"

Sharon just nodded.

Naturally, someone from the guide sent him back. Xia Long and Zhang Erzhang got into the jeep at the front of the convoy, and then the convoy rushed straight into the night.

When the convoy rushed into the jungle, the expressions on the faces of the four big men who were still hostile to Xia Long relaxed at the same time. One of them actually said to Xia Long in fluent English: "Dear Mr. Xia, I'm really sorry just now. It's not safe outside. Please don't mind my attitude towards you. You are the distinguished guest of the regiment leader. I am the chief guard of the regiment leader, named Zaku."

Xia Long looked at the guy in amazement, and said after a long time: "You can speak English?"

This guy from Zaku actually grinned at Sharon, then nodded and said: "I used to study in Europe, I am full of admiration for the European Renaissance era, I am a doctoral student at the University of Cambridge in England! "

"PhD?"

Sharon almost jumped out of the car.

This guy who looks like an aborigine, who has killed an unknown number of people, is actually a doctor?And a Ph.D. from the University of Cambridge?
This, this, this...!
Nonsense is not so nonsense, is it?

Is it too worthless for a Ph.D. from the University of Cambridge?
And this guy still opened his mouth and talked about studying, full of admiration, and renaissance...!
Xia Long felt that this world should not be underestimated.

Talent.

This guy called Zaku, what a talent.

Sitting on the bumpy car, Xia Long looked at Zaku with great interest, and said with a smile: "Haha, Zaku, are you really a doctor of Cambridge University? What did you study?"

Zaku grinned: "Art, I almost became a painter!"

Xia Long's heart trembled, and he couldn't help but said strangely: "Then, why, you became a mercenary again?"

Zaku couldn't help being silent for a while, and then said dryly: "Five years ago, my motherland was overthrown by the rebels, and then my parents and all my relatives were killed by the rebels. I want to avenge my relatives, So, after I came back, I joined the captain's mercenary group."

Xia Long couldn't help being stunned. He looked at Zaku and nodded and said, "So, did you take revenge?"

Zaku couldn't help showing a ferocious smile on his face: "Of course, I dug out the heart of the writer who killed my relatives. There are a hundred people in total. Watching them howl in front of me, I suddenly feel , This is the most beautiful picture scroll in the world."

Sharon couldn't help but nodded, and he said with a smile: "Let's talk about a light topic, Zaku, if... I mean, if, um, is there any way for you to work for me? I need you like this now Guy, of course, I will give you enough rewards, how much reward Captain Mandela gave you, I will give you ten times, or even a hundred times, how about it?"

Zaku was stunned, his eyes became a little vigilant again, and he watched Xia Long carefully for a long time. After he felt that Xia Long didn't mean to tease him, he grinned: "Mr. Xia, are you saying Is it a joke? Hahahaha, people like me can only kill people! You are a businessman, what you need is not someone like me. I can tell that the two gentlemen next to you are not ordinary people. Perhaps, they were once the most powerful fighters in China!"

Xia Long nodded and laughed: "Yes, they were all soldiers, and they were the most powerful soldiers in the world, but now they are my people, my brothers, how about Zaku? Be my Man, be my brother, and I will treat my brother as if I were myself."

There was a smile on Zaku's face: "It can be seen that you are a good boss, but I'm sorry, my life belongs to the leader, and the lives of everyone in Desert Fox belong to the leader, Mr. Xia, I have a crush on you, so I would like to advise you, don't say what you just said to me to other people, otherwise, the leader will be very angry!"

Xia Long immediately acted as if he lost interest, yawned and waved his hands and said, "Forget it, I just like you! Since you don't want to help me, then pretend I didn't say anything!"

Da Zhang said in a cold tone: "Boss, if there are all such guys, you have to be careful. These people are all desperadoes. Let's take them back, maybe something will happen!"

Xia Long laughed badly: "Then you underestimate my godfather too much. These guys are desperadoes, but so what? Hehe, for that old guy, these guys, in the In front of him, it's like a blank sheet of paper, you can see what he can train these guys to look like in the future!"

Da Zhang said with some disbelief: "Is the old man really that powerful? Although I know that the Bloodfang Mercenary Corps was famous back then, but..."

Xia Long laughed: "There are still many things you don't know. For example, he was once the spokesperson of the entire underground world, that is, the World Underworld Alliance. Do you understand?"

Dazhang and Erzhang couldn't help but froze, and the guys around Zaku looked at Xia Long vigilantly, as if they were dissatisfied with their conversation in Chinese.

"Mr. Xia, what did you say so happily?"

Sharon smiled and said to Zaku: "Nothing, we are talking, looking forward to meeting Commander Mandela, we have a special gift for him!"

Zaku grinned: "Our leader, we like others to give him gifts the most!"

Xia Long laughed: "That's good. The gift I prepared must be something that your leader has never seen before. I think he will be overjoyed."

Dazhang and Erzhang couldn't help but exchanged a strange look.

Indeed, it was easy for this Mandela to die, but it was a bit difficult to come back to life.

(End of this chapter)