Not long after, a group of villagers who killed people for bread came back. There was a ferocious violence in their bodies. This violence was survival, desire and struggle.

The few people running at the front were covered in blood and were holding several bloody heads in their hands.

"Bread! I want bread! I want U.S. dollars!" the thug-like villagers shouted loudly, instantly surrounding Zhao Ziyang and his group.

They have finished what they were asked to do, and now it is time to fulfill their promise. These villagers who have just killed people are staring at Zhao Ziyang. If he dares to go back on his words, he will not hesitate to charge even in the face of so many gun barrels.

Come up.

This is a transaction contract, and the contract is sacred to them.

"Blade." Zhao Ziyang called out.

Blade 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 pairs, men line up in a line, there will be bread and dollars, haha..."

The villagers immediately and consciously formed two teams, one team received bread, and the other team received ten dollars from Swart. They did not rob, this was what they deserved, and more did not belong to them unless there was another transaction.

After a short time, bread and US dollars were distributed to everyone. Their eyes looked at Zhao Ziyang with gratitude, as if Zhao Ziyang and his party were their true gods.

Zhao Ziyang signaled to put away most of the remaining boxes of U.S. dollars. He walked up to a few bloody heads and kicked them lightly with his boots to see clearly that they were indeed Oriental faces.

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

Zhao Ziyang turned around slowly when he heard the roar of the little wild cat, with a sneer on his lips.

"When did the Taiwanese admit that they are Chinese? The people who were killed were Taiwanese. Please don't think of Taiwanese as Chinese because they don't admit it themselves."

Faced with Zhao Ziyang's rebuttal, the little wild cat opened her mouth and was speechless, but her heart was still full of anger. She had to admit that what Zhao Ziyang said was the truth. Taiwanese people only recognize that they are Taiwanese and never admit that they are Chinese. It seems that

Being Chinese is a very shameful thing. To say that Taiwanese are Chinese is just wishful thinking.

Of course, there are also those who admit it, and the vast majority are those who moved to Taiwan after 1949 and admit that they are Chinese. This proportion is very small, and it has gradually decreased with the passage of time.

The little wild cat took out an apple and took a big bite of it. While chewing, it stared at Zhao Ziyang's back with murderous eyes.

At this time, a black man with a gun came over. He seemed to want to say something to Zhao Ziyang, but he was a little hesitant.

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

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

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

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

The black man carefully hid the five banknotes on his body and said neatly to Zhao Ziyang: "Mopti helped the Taiwanese escape, he did not come with us."

After hearing this, Zhao Ziyang looked around and did not 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 smiled: "Buku, are you willing to come with us to capture Mopti and the Taiwanese?"

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

As long as you give them money, they will do anything for you, and killing someone is just a trivial matter to them.

Five more 10-dollar bills were thrown to Buku. After receiving the money, Buku immediately waved to other black men with guns and led Zhao Ziyang and his group to pursue the black leader just now.

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

Seeing the people chasing him, Mopti yelled at Buku and others, and pointed his gun at Buku, trying to use his residual power to suppress his people. But these were of no use, Buku and the others no longer recognized him.

This leader has betrayed them.

Mopti became angry and shot Buku with his gun.

"boom!"

The sound of gunshots rang out, and Blade gently blew on his pistol, then slid the pistol into the holster elegantly.

This shot hit the rifle in Mopti's hand and knocked the rifle away.

This pistol technique made Buku and others' expressions change when they looked at the blade, and they became very admired and feared.

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

Mopti should have belonged to Zhao Ziyang. Zhao Ziyang bought it with money. Buku had no right to touch the money he had. But now that Zhao Ziyang said it, he was naturally very excited. He saw with his own eyes that Mopti got two

One hundred dollars, this is a huge amount of money.

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

A long knife appeared in Buku's hand. He charged at Mopti with a ferocious look and swung the knife fiercely.

"Poof", a stream of blood spurted out, Mopti's neck was cut off by Buku, and he fell limply to the ground.

Buku did not stop after killing his leader. He used a knife to cut off Mopti's head from his shoulders, and then cut off Mopti's genitals. He held his head high and stuffed his genitals into his body.

waist.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch..." Buku let out a loud cry, letting the blood dripping from the ground beneath his raised head stain his head and face.

The other black people bowed to Buku and recognized him as the new leader.

"It's really barbaric." Omo shook his head and glanced at Zhao Ziyang.

"This time it's not that the balls are broken, it's that there are no balls." Daofeng winked at Omo and teased Omo.

Omo glared at the blade fiercely, gasped and turned his head.

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

"Spare my life, spare my life, please let me live." The Taiwanese begged Zhao Ziyang in jerky Mandarin. He took out money in fear and said to Zhao Ziyang: "I'll give you money, one hundred dollars, oh no, two hundred."

U.S. dollars, no no no, one thousand U.S. dollars! For the sake of everyone being Chinese, can you spare my life?"

The Taiwanese took out a handful of U.S. dollars and knelt down to Zhao Ziyang at the moment when his life was threatened.

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

Seeing that there was hope for survival, the Taiwanese people immediately nodded vigorously.

"Do you know who the national leader of China is?" Zhao Ziyang squatted in front of the Taiwanese man and asked.

"I know, I know, I know, I know..." The Taiwanese wiped the sweat from his forehead and kept saying he knew, but he just couldn't say it out.

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

"Taiwanese!"

This sentence blurted out without any hesitation. But after saying this sentence, the Taiwanese people realized that they had said the wrong thing, a big mistake.

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

"Hmph!" The little wild cat snorted heavily and turned away from looking at Zhao Ziyang and the Taiwanese.

It was obvious that the little wild cat really had nothing to say this time, so she turned her head angrily and ignored him.

"Forget it, I'll spare your life because you can speak Mandarin, but you have to pay for your life." The corners of Zhao Ziyang's mouth slightly raised, revealing a very nice smile.

When they heard that they could buy their lives with money, the Taiwanese people immediately handed all their money to Zhao Ziyang with a pitiful look on their faces.

"No, no, no, don't think of me as one of these Gambians. One thousand dollars? You are insulting me. Remember, you can have everything when you are alive. If you die, you will have nothing. Think clearly."

Zhao Ziyang's words were full of temptation, teaching the other party that life is precious.

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

"They are all stamped and signed, Swiss, Swiss, Swiss bank cashier's checks."

Zhao Ziyang smiled and went to take the checkbook, but before he touched it, a pair of hands reached out to take it. Zhao Ziyang could only express his helplessness to the owner of these hands. All his money had been withheld by Angel, and he was like a housekeeper.

Angel took the checkbook, opened it, looked at it, nodded to 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 arms and ran forward as fast as he could. He had to get far away from this damn place. He had to go to Banjul, the capital of The Gambia, immediately, and then look for the Gambian government to arrest him.

The bandits were captured and shot.

"Boss, are you going to let them go now?" Swart asked Zhao Ziyang curiously. He felt that letting them go was not a good idea.

Zhao Ziyang patted Swart on the shoulder and said loudly to Buku's group: "What should you do if you have money in front of you? Are you going to let it slip away from you?"

This sentence reminds Buku and the others that they will never let money slip away from their eyes, not even a penny.

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

"Ouch, ouch, ouch..." These people shouted excitedly, waving their guns and rushing towards the Taiwanese corpses.

When they returned, the Taiwanese people were lying naked in a pool of blood, with not even a pair of underwear left. In the eyes of these people, the finished underwear was a good thing, and they would never let it go if they encountered it.
Chapter completed!