Transformed Into a Wild Female Anchor

Because of the plateau terrain at an altitude of 1,800 meters, when the night comes and the wind blows on the body, people can feel the slightest coolness.

"Uh……"

After the girl started, she stopped immediately.

Because of this simple wooden patchwork restaurant, there is a strange smell as soon as you step into it. It is not clear whether it belongs to food, it is fragrant and fishy, ​​which is very different from any restaurant in Longxia.

In addition, the sight of the diners made Jia Long a little uncomfortable.

Jia Long, such an oriental face that is rare in the local area, and the weird appearance of holding a little white bear, definitely has a good eye-catching ability.

So as soon as she walked in, she attracted everyone's attention.

The five diners looked at her like a monster.

"You sit down and I'll order food, but there are not many kinds of food here. By the way, there may be beer, do you drink it? Every time I feel physically uncomfortable, I will drink beer. I feel dizzy. This feeling eased quickly."

"Drinking beer during your menstrual period? Well, I'll just forget it, just eat anything."

Mesophie is a typical African thinking and doesn't think it needs to be maintained during the menstrual period.

Jia Long instantly felt the cultural difference between the two.

Mesophie went to the kitchen on the side and asked about food.

Although she also knows that Longxiaguo's eating habits are very different from those of Africans, she still wants to be the host.

Jia Long, who was left alone, sat down in the position arranged by Mesophie.

The local people's eyes were still locked on her, even if they were eating food, they would turn to look at it from time to time, making Jia Long uncomfortable.

They grasped the food on the plate with their hands, as if not affected by the dim light, talking and laughing in the local dialect.

Jia Long got used to it for a while, but turned his head to look at these guests with interest.

The skin color of the Africans is different from that of the Longxia people. They are relatively dark. It just so happens that the light in the restaurant is dim. The few people present, except for the white eyes when they talk and chew food, often blend into the dark background.

Will they meet together at night and haven't seen anyone in front of them?

"Puff..."

The thought of Jia Long's open mind made her laugh.

"Jia, I ordered roast beef and roast lamb, which will come later. Uh, what are you laughing at, so happy."

Mesophie returned to the dining table, expressing a little curiosity that Jia Long could laugh so much by herself.

"It's nothing, roast beef and lamb? I heard that Kenyan barbecue is quite famous, I'm looking forward to it."

In Kenyan restaurants, there are only a few choices. Barbecue is probably the most acceptable food for Longxia people.

And what I have to mention is that East Africa, as an area with developed animal husbandry industry, is very cheap to cook meat for all kinds of animals. In some cases, it is even cheaper than eating ordinary ugali.

Before long, two customers in the store walked, another one came, plus Jia Long, and it became six people.

Africans are very enthusiastic, especially Jia Long's face that is obviously from a foreign country, which makes them very strange.

However, according to Jia Long's understanding, ordinary tourists, try not to spend the night alone in small remote villages and towns in the poor country. In public places like this, it is also possible to cause some people with ulterior motives to covet them.

"Long Xia? Japan? Kimchi country?"

A frivolous young man who had just walked into the restaurant walked over to Jia Long.

He was wearing a seemingly fashionable leather shirt, and his pants were jeans, but with a few holes torn on them, and they were very old.

"Long Xia." Jia Long looked up at him, trying to make himself not humble or overbearing.

It's not too close, it's not too repulsive.

This is the best way to get in touch with locals when walking outside.

Because being too close and repulsive are both incorrect ways of coping.

"Oh, Long Xia, I understand, I understand. Friend, good friend." The young man smiled with white teeth.

His E language was obviously not so good, referring to the torn flower shirt he was wearing: "Long Xia."

"Long Xia." He pointed to the dirty jeans again.

"We all love Longxia."

The young man lowered his body, trying to touch the Mao Mao that Jia Long was holding.

But Mao Mao instantly showed a stubborn bite, and he retracted his hand in angrily.

Jia Long just curled up the corners of her lips slightly, making a formulaic smile, looking coldly.

The youth quickly revealed his true colors.

"I also love Longxia coins, madam, do you have them? Kenyan shillings also love one thousand shillings."

His seemingly enthusiastic smile was filled with coldness.

Click...

Before he could finish speaking, a cold thing pointed to the young man's temple.

The king of the caliber of the pistol, the "Eagle of the Desert," stubbornly stopped his words and actions.

The gun is naturally Messofie's.

"Give you three seconds, get out."

As soon as Mesophie's voice fell, the young man was already sour, and he didn't even dare to turn his head and left.

"Jia, I apologize for what happened this time. Africa is not all of this kind of people."

Mesophie sighed and took the Desert Eagle back to her waist.

"It's okay, I feel very interesting to have such a hors d'oeuvre."

Jia Long shrugged.

In fact, Mesophie also knew that Jia Long wasn't afraid of the gangsters in this small town at all.

She hated the bad side of Africa just for the youth to show off in front of Jia Long.

Before long, with the advent of the fragrant barbecue, such an episode of Jia Long's carelessness was quickly forgotten by her.

Maomao was instantly attracted by the smell of barbecue.

"Wow, fleshy, hairy seven."

"Give you."

Jia Long took a piece of the most delicious part about a beef leg, roasted brown, and handed it to Maomao.

The little guy climbed onto the table, stretched out his paws, and ate the grilled meat on the plate decently.

Such a well-behaved animal looked astonished when he saw the other local people in Africa.

But with the scene where Mesophie took out the gun, no matter how enthusiastic they were, they wouldn't be boring.

Jia Long stretched out his hand as he went to the countryside, grabbed a piece of barbecue and stuffed it in his mouth, and his beautiful eyes suddenly brightened.

Barbecue is worthy of being a barbeque, and even the worst chef will not do it badly.

"good to eat."

She was also like Maomao, and began to feast on it.

When Jia Long and Mesophie were eating barbecue in silence, the black young man who stumbled and was taken out of the desert eagle by Mesophie and pointed his head, frightened and fleeing, scolded and walked to the corner of the street.

"What are the people of Longxia? Even the people of the Stars and Stripes want a hundred Stars and Stripes. You know, that is a hundred Stars and Stripes."

He scolded bitterly, as if Jia Long didn't give him any money, it was an unruly thing.

Suddenly, before his eyes, a spark lighted up.

"Who……"

It was a street corner with no lights, and sparks suddenly lit up, but it was very scary.

Through the sparks, the black young man discovered that after the sparks, there was nothing scary at all.

It was a black man sitting on the street outside a wooden house, smoking a stalk.

"Brother, scary people can be scary. Why are you sitting here."

The young man continued to curse.

Just now Jia Long thought, whether the black people are also shocked because it is too dark and can't see others at night. This is really happening here.

But this kind of startling scene does not end with the joy of laughing.

puff.

Suddenly, the black young man's expression condensed.

He looked at his chest where a blood hole appeared, and staggered back two steps.

Seeing something incredible, the young black man fell to the ground.

And the man who was smoking took another puff of smoke, and the light emerged, illuminating a small space.

At the same time, he took the pistol equipped with a silencer in his right hand, familiarly returning it to his waist.

There was no panic after the murder at all. The man leaned against the wooden wall and took another minute to slowly finish smoking.

After gently flicking the cigarette **** with his fingers, the man rose from the ground.

The posture that he stood up was more than 1.9 meters in height.

Moreover, it is huge, with tight muscles, and looks like a black iron tower on the whole.

The black man looked at the end of the street corner, the restaurant more than 30 meters away from it.

The lights inside are dim.

He took out a stick of chewing gum from his trouser pocket, peeled off the packaging icing, flicked the tin foil, threw the chewing gum into his mouth and chewed gently.

The tin foil drifted down slowly, onto the young black man who had fallen into a pool of blood and had long since ceased to sound.

The tall black man treated the young man's corpse as air.

He chewed two gums and finally walked towards the restaurant door.

The pistol that was inserted into the waist just now was pulled out by him.

And more than that, he also reached out with his other hand on the other side of his waist, and with a proficient action at the same time, he removed another pistol of the same style from the holster.

Da da da……

In the dark, the man's footsteps were very gentle and there was no mess.

When he walked to the entrance of the restaurant, the strong man looked inside, but he had a slight expression on his face.

Because there was no one he wanted to see in the restaurant that was clear from the door.

"..."

The man looked gloomy and turned to look at the restaurant kitchen.

Because it is a simple restaurant, even the kitchen can be seen clearly from the entrance.

On the other side of the kitchen, there was a small door, which opened directly at this time. The man, the restaurant owner, was smiling and holding a handful of banknotes, as if he had just received some great advantage.

The black man's complexion didn't look good for an instant.

He looked out the side door, raised his big feet again, and walked over there.

Da da da……

He just turned the corner of darkness and wanted to look inside, only to find out in an instant.

Huh!

There was a petite and exquisite figure flying close in the air, suddenly coming!

"Ah."

The master of the figure held a Bai Nen Xiaoxiu's fist, fists hung with gusts of wind.

According to his forehead, his delicate little fist was like the Buddha Buddha descending from the sky, and it hit him in person.

The fist is like wind, and the body is like electricity.

puff!

The owner of this petite figure, swiftly like lightning, dropped a punch from the sky, and hit the coming man severely.

There was a light and crisp sound at the fist.

"Hello, are you looking for me?"

"Then...bye."

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