Chapter 815 The Sky Is the Fire (Please Subscribe!)

Looking at three brand new off-road vehicles.

They did not act rashly.

Just point the gun.

Be alert.

Most people can't drive this kind of car, and they can't afford it. In this land, there is an unwritten rule that even if it is a road toll, don't charge such a large black off-road vehicle.

Because this is the standard for mercenaries.

Although they are not afraid.

But there is no need to provoke these desperados.

A dozen Africans rushed out.

Braving the rain.

blocked in front of the checkpoint.

It is a checkpoint, that is, an iron tripod, let alone a guardrail welded with construction steel pipes.

Triangular guardrail design.

Ordinary car hits, absolute pills.

"get off."

A leading African shouted at the car.

"Crack."

The passenger door opens.

A black man in a black suit came out with an umbrella.

See this outfit.

And the tall stature makes them a little inferior. In Africa, due to malnutrition, the people here are quite different from those black people in the United States. They are generally thin and short.

people in front of you.

close to two meters.

Absolutely super big.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" the leading African asked nervously.

"I've made an appointment with your tribe's patriarch, Beliff. If you have something to talk about, you can call to confirm and show us the way later." The warrior said indifferently.

here.

It was the tribe where the first pickup truck that followed the convoy was located.

Bailey is the patriarch here. In order not to fight the fire after the incident, the black prison has always solved the problem of profit distribution in the mine in advance, and then will start to solve the forces that want to fight the autumn wind along the way.

The solution is also very simple.

A fish is released.

People who want to fish will naturally come.

Get a few powerful fishermen, and the rest will naturally dare not jump out. I called Bailifu before, and their attitude was very arrogant. They even wanted to share the interests of the mine, and even let the black prison want to talk about it. Just send someone.

then.

Here they come.

As for time.

Then it's not Bailifu who has the final say. This matter can actually be coordinated with Sadok, but Sadok is trying to use his influence to negotiate conditions with the black prison. It is useful to find him, but it is not big.

This kind of thing.

Still have to deal with the black prison itself.

Let Saddock know.

without you.

We can still get things done, just looking for you just to save some trouble, and this also involves another plan about Saddock, so this time, Black Prison will do it himself.

It has to be done beautifully.

"It's so late, why don't you come tomorrow?" The leading African said vigilantly. He hadn't received the message that someone was coming, and it was still late at night.

"It was Patriarch Beliff who told us to come quickly, we have to come now," the soldier said.

"Then... well, wait." Although the leading African was puzzled, seeing the tone of voice, it was really called by the patriarch, so he said to the person next to him: "You watch first, I'll call ."

Done.

He trotted into the house.

He doesn't have a satellite phone.

There is no cell phone here either.

However, the popularity of wired telephones in the village is not low. It is far away from the main road, and the base stations on the roadside cannot be covered at all. I heard before that a Huaxia company will come to build the base station.

Just have to wait until next month.

. . .

within the tribe.

Belliff, who had just fallen asleep, was woken up by the sound of the phone.

My heart is on fire.

In the daytime, he was called by a man who claimed to be a black prison, saying that he was going to release the 'sheep' and that he would not make any decisions along the way in the future.

Belliff listened.

One hundred thousand dollars.

How can he be satisfied? He wants more. These people are mining in their own country and making a lot of money. Although they are not in their own territory, since they pass by, there is no reason to not get a share of the pie.

open one's eyes.

Seeing the number, Bailey picked up the phone and scolded: "What's the matter, don't you know it's night now? If there is no reason to satisfy me, you will be working night shifts for the next month."

All belong to a tribe.

Beliff is not ready to kill anyone, and he is not a warlord. Letting those gatekeepers work night shifts every day is not a light punishment, and Africans are also afraid of the dark.

"Patriarch Bailey, someone came to us to find you, saying that you called him here, what did they call themselves... Black Prison, yes, that's the name." The leader said nervously.

"What am I... Wait, you mean the person from the Black Prison." Bailey heard the Black Prison and his sleepiness disappeared immediately. Turning to anger, he said that he wanted to send someone from the black prison, not at night, but late at night.

Bailey said angrily: "You told them to wait until the day."

Done.

Belliff hung up the phone with a bang.

Listen to the beeps.

The leader of the level was startled, it seemed that the night shift was scheduled.

He put down the phone, walked out of the house, and said loudly to the soldiers, "Patriarch Beliff said he told you to wait until dawn, so I'll just say, it's so late, how could Patriarch Beliff meet outsiders."

Fortunately, knowing that this group of people is not easy to mess with, he didn't scold anyone, just made a few complaints.

Hear this.

Soldiers just oh well.

Back in the car.

More than a dozen African guards didn't go back, so they just stared at the three cars, thinking about seeing the dawn, they felt depressed and complained for a long time, but they didn't dare to say it clearly.

dark night.

wind.

sound of rain.

The sound is in the ear.

Just behind this huge noise, the sky in the distance flashed a touch of silver, it slowly hovered above the tribe, the bottom opened, and the next moment, a flash of fire flashed in the night sky.

What followed was a roar louder than thunder from a building in the tribe.

Soaring fire.

There was also a tremor like a magnitude 5 earthquake.

Wake up the whole tribe.

checkpoint.

Although the distance is limited, the fire generated by the huge explosion forced through the rain curtain and appeared in their eyes. They knew what direction it was, and it was the tribe's ammunition depot.

"What's wrong?"

Bellev was awakened by the man-made earthquake.

Hearing the sound of firecrackers in his ears, Belliff's face changed suddenly. Of course he knew what it was. Although the rain was loud, it couldn't cover up the unique sound of the bomb.

Bailey got dressed.

rushed out.

See that sky-high fire.

His expression froze.

At this moment.

A subordinate rushed in.

He hurriedly said: "No, Patriarch Beliff, our ammunition depot exploded for unknown reasons, and the loss is unknown, but looking at it, it is estimated that there is nothing left."