Chapter 1832 Sold to the Democratic Republic of Congo (Please Subscribe!)

"boom!"

"what!"

A scream.

"boom!"

"what!"

Another scream.

"boom!"

"what!"

now.

There was still fear in the cry. The first and second grabs were understandable accidents, but then the third grab was too weird, and the pain caused him to suddenly raise his hand.

Then.

I wanted to let go of the robbery, but it went away.

Lifted up again, went off again.

Especially in the end, because of the pain, he snatched it off the ground, and he went on fire. He fed him a peanut, and after five robberies, the bullets inside had been shot, and he was extremely desperate.

"Trickster!"

The big black guy!

Just bought it.

It cost him a hundred dollars.

go fire.

Five times in a row, it was about the same difficulty as winning the jackpot, but he ran into him. If he had such luck, who would rob him. Now, five accidents, it is estimated that he will use up his life.

No more bad luck.

because.

no later.

The medical conditions here, he understands, even if the underground forces in Kemu Town don't kill him, there is only one dead end. Bleeding, infection, rain, all together, it can kill him.

estimate.

Can't see the sun tomorrow.

"hands up."

"Get down."

"lay down your weapon!"

"..."

Just a minute.

A dozen or so big men rushed over, holding various weapons in their hands, and looked at the mourning men on the ground. They were a little dazed, what was the situation? When did that Chinese become so fierce?

Pretty tough.

certainly.

No blame meant.

"Who are you?"

The first big man stepped forward and kicked away the robber beside the black big man.

"..."

The big black man gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and said nothing.

"Humph!"

The big man snorted coldly.

It seems.

This is a bad guy.

"Dong dong dong!" He knocked on the door and said loudly, "Zhao, it's me."

Waited for a while.

"Crack!"

The door opened, Zhao Hai looked at the familiar face and breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the situation was under control. He lowered his head and saw the tragic state of the big black man. He was stunned for a moment.

Don't have to fight so hard!

One shot is not enough.

Five times.

Do you think wheelchairs are friendly?

"What happened just now?" the big man asked.

Immediately.

Zhao Hai recounted it one by one, and when he heard that it was a robbery, or ten thousand dollars, the big man turned his head and sneered, "You're not too timid to come here to rob, it's very good, quite kind."

"take away."

"Find his accomplice."

Subsequently.

The two big men put the black one on top of each other, and rudely still got into the back box of the pickup truck that came over. Then, the big man said to Zhao Hai: "Let's take a look at the surveillance first, what does that accomplice look like."

"it is good."

Zhao Hai leads the way.

After a few minutes.

"what?"

Big man.

little brother.

Also Zhao Hai and his son were stunned. The big man thought that the next few grabs were opened by Zhao Hai, but Zhao Hai thought it was the big man and the others, but he didn't expect that the big black made it himself.

Five times.

No matter how you look at it, it's almost the same as intentional.

"This..."

look at each other.

"Fire?"

"No, five times in a row."

"possible."

"That's too bad."

"Interesting, that grab is quite commemorative, I want it." The big man directly determined the ownership of the 'trophy' and found it amusing. He robbed the user to death again and again.

interesting.

Send someone?

No, it means bad.

Get up.

The big man said: "Zhao, just clean the door, leave the rest to us, we must not encourage this kind of behavior, as for that accomplice, we will find it as soon as possible, goodbye."

"it is good."

Zhao Hai nodded.

Kemu Town.

Usually these underground forces maintain law and order. Therefore, until now, there have been no sirens. However, when South Sudan is established, it should begin to regulate the management of law and order.

after all.

It's not in the president's interest to keep messing around.

five minutes later.

The blood on the door disappeared, and the neighbors of the surrounding shops came to offer condolences. Many people saw the scene just now with their own eyes. It was so strange. The robbers were so cruel to them, crazy?

"What happened to that man?"

"Fire away."

"Fire? Five times in a row?"

"right."

"God, what kind of luck is this, I must have done a lot of bad things, retribution." Five times in a row, the scene is exciting when I recall it, and there is no shortage of topics in a short period of time.

"Zhao, you are so lucky."

"good."

"This is the cassava corn cake I just made. It's shocking."

"thanks."

"..."

Finished.

It was getting dark, and the sky began to rain lightly. After closing the door, I came to the backyard, and the food was almost cooked. After serving and eating, Zhao Qiao said, "Dad, it's too dangerous here."

"It's okay, it's a real accident."

Zhao Haidao.

"Moreover, the construction of law enforcement agencies will soon be strengthened here. Other towns don't know that there is oil around Kemu Town. It will be more and more important in the future, so don't worry."

"..."

do not worry.

joke.

I've only been here for three days when I met the robbers, and my heartbeat has not returned to normal now. "Oil? That can't be more dangerous. In Africa, there are too many cases of life and death for oil."

Zhao Qiao advised.

One listen.

Zhao Hai shook his head.

"The oil fields here belong to the largest force in southern Sudan. In a few years, if an independent country becomes an independent country, he will be the president. No one dares to rob it, and the security in the oil production area is not allowed to be too chaotic."

"Legacy?"

"How to sell?"

Zhao Qiao was puzzled.

Sudan.

The northern part is connected to the Red Sea, and it is considered to have an outlet to the sea. However, all other directions are countries. Once the southern part of Sudan becomes independent, there will be no outlet to the sea, and North Sudan will firmly control its lifeline.

food.

oil.

Daily use.

They cannot be produced here, they must be imported.

"South."

Zhao Hai smiled slightly.

"South?"

Zhao Qiao wondered, how could there be an outlet to the south, only one. . . Um? Zhao Qiao suddenly understood that the south is the Democratic Republic of the Congo, a country undergoing deep reform and rapid development.

years ago.

Still poor haha, the new president first came to power.

years later.

However, a big change has taken place. From the construction of the power grid, to the infrastructure, and the rectification of public security, the entire country is undergoing changes. Sudan borders the North Korean province of the Democratic Republic of the Congo.

Although there is a warlord occupied.

However.

However, it has not become an economic island. On the contrary, it is deeply involved in the development of the Democratic Republic of the Congo. With such rapid development, the demand for oil has soared, and Sudan's oil does not need to go north.

Head south.

Sold to Congo.

Make money the same way.

"Now you know."

"Um."

"In the past, the negotiations with the Sudanese authorities have always been weak, because the exit to the sea is in the north. Once it is blocked, it will seriously affect the flow of materials. Therefore, the progress is very slow."

"Now."

"More than one choice has given them a lot of confidence. It is very likely that the independence referendum will be much earlier than planned." Zhao Hai has stayed here for many years, and he still has a vision for the basic situation.