From arms dealer to king of war

Qiao Jia straightened his tactical eyes, and then the three of them walked back into the basement together.

At this time, Qiao Jia had time to take a closer look at the appearance of the basement. He was shocked when he saw it.

There were two dark, shallow pits dug in the middle of the basement, which emitted a strange stench.

The walls on both sides of the basement were actually high walls lined with banknotes.

Qiao Jia didn't believe it at first, but when he got closer and took a closer look, he found that it was indeed money!

Dorian is going crazy. How many times in his life does a person have the opportunity to see a banknote of this size?

I pulled hard on the wall a few times and found that there was more than one layer, and there was money inside.

Dorian held a large handful of banknotes and rubbed his cheek with enjoyment, and then said loudly: "Boss, we have made a fortune, why should we open a mine? We have made a fortune..."

Qiao Jia picked up a banknote and took a look at it, then calculated it in his mind, then shook his head and laughed, grabbed a handful of banknotes and threw them on Dorian, saying: "If you like it, I'll give it all to you.

One US dollar is worth 2,500 West African CFA francs. The largest denomination here is 5,000. Go and look at the opposite side. If there are 10,000 or 20,000 denominations, it would be worth the effort to move them out. "

Dorian was stunned for a moment, then rushed to the opposite side as if his butt was on fire and plucked at the wall of banknotes a few times. Then he shook his head in lament and said: "There is only a little of the 10,000 banknotes, but there is nothing of the 20,000 banknotes.

Oh my god, I thought just now..."

As Dorian suddenly thought of something, he grabbed a handful of bills and stuffed them into his tactical vest, then climbed up the ladder to the upper level.

Qiao Jia didn't know what this guy wanted to do, so he nodded to Kaman and the two of them climbed up.

After going up, I saw Dorian using a lot of West African CFA francs to exchange the chain saw for a distinctive Eastern European dagger and a lighter that should be made of silver.

Qiao Jia didn't care about Dorian's actions. He looked at the corpses around him and frowned and said, "What the hell is this place?"

This is a room full of primitive religious patterns. Near the inside, on a stone bed covered with the fur of some kind of animal, lies a messy and eaten female corpse. Two hyenas were beaten to death beside the bed.

There were seven or eight black people lying dead in the small room. The black leader of Boko Haram died in the corner. He was hit in the neck by fragments of a grenade and bled to death.

The only one alive was Boykin. This tall, fat man was sitting on the ground with his legs shot, staring at Qiao Jia with red eyes and muttering in an incomprehensible language.

Just because Qiao Jia didn't understand didn't mean that Kaman didn't understand. The old guy rushed over angrily, picked up the rifle and hit Boykin in the mouth with the butt of the rifle.

Seeing him opening his mouth in pain and spitting out more than a dozen teeth, Kaman stopped with satisfaction, and then said a few words in Sango language.

Qiao Jia saw that Boykin, who had been quite tough just now, suddenly changed his face and kept saying something with a big tongue. He looked at Carman curiously and asked: "What is he talking about?"

Kaman shook his head with cold eyes and said, "He was saying that he didn't want to die with that woman or under the teeth of a hyena."

As he spoke, Carman glanced at Dorian and said, "You said you were going to take out his intestines and hang them on the wall. Let's do it."

Dorian, who was winking and saying something to Chainsaw, was stunned for a moment, glanced at the miserable Boykin, and said with a dry smile: "I'm not the boss, I just say a few harsh words.

Give him a shot, this guy made us a fortune, let's give him a shot. "

Kaman shook his head contemptuously, pressed the communicator, and said: "'Poisonous Wolf', there is a kennel next to the house where the woman is imprisoned. Go and see if there are any live hyenas. Find the two hungriest ones and bring them over."

After speaking, Kaman walked up to Boykin, dragged his clothes all the way to the door of the secret room, pushed open a wooden door hidden under the vines, and let a ray of sunlight shine into the secret room.

Boykin's secret room has been found, and Qiao Jia is no longer interested in this guy.

No matter what grand plans and great achievements he had, if he died, he would die!

He glanced at the body of a woman lying on the stone bed, her body torn apart and in a mess.

Thinking that Nice and the others would probably come over later, Qiao Jia frowned and walked over and wrapped the body in animal skins. He rolled it up and prepared to take it out to find a place to put it. When the government troops came, they would bury the body. Lose.

As a result, the moment the animal skin was taken off, a golden light lit up on the stone bed and almost blinded Qiao Jia's eyes.

There is a layer of round gold coins on a stone bed 2 meters long and 1 meter wide.

Qiao took a deep breath and walked over to pick one up and test it, and found that it was a standard one-ounce gold coin. Although the purity was average, the quantity was a bit exaggerated.

There are about 800 gold coins in this bed. According to the current gold price of US$1,500 per ounce, even if the price is 20% off after purification, these gold coins are worth at least US$900,000.

The value of this bed of gold coins is almost as valuable as the West African CFA francs of various denominations in the basement.

Judging from the French characters printed on both sides of the gold coins and the oxidation marks on them, these gold coins must have a bit of history and must have been minted by the French a long time ago.

Call Dorian and Chainsaw to come up and help them pack up about 25 kilograms of gold.

Qiao Jia clapped his hands vigorously and said: "The harvest this time is really good. Inform everyone to come here and let the helicopter come down. We will also take away some of the banknotes below.

Hell, even if you can’t spend it yourself, it’s still good to keep it to pay workers’ wages. "

Qiao Jia looked at the excited chainsaw and said with a smile: "Just wait, I will give you a bonus when I get back. If no one pulls, it will be 10,000 yuan each."

Sanderson, who had been guarding the door, turned around and whistled, smiling and saying: "You are a generous boss. I like cash because cash does not need to pay the damn tax."

Qiao Jia nodded with a smile and was about to say something when Dorian, who was loading the gold coins, suddenly said "Eh". He pulled on the stone bed a few times, and then took out a very modern medicine from a groove. box.

"What is this? Boykin hides it so tightly, it must be something very important, right?"

Qiao Jia walked over and took the medicine box. He took a look at the unfamiliar trademark and name on it, as well as a few medicines that had not yet been injected inside. He shook his head and said, "Go back and check. Maybe it's insulin, like Boykin." It should be normal for fat people to have diabetes.”

Sanderson at the door heard this and looked back in a funny way. Suddenly he came over and took the medicine box in surprise and took a look at it. Then the veteran ranger frowned and said, "I seem to have seen this kind of medicine... …”

"What kind of medicine is this?" Dorian asked curiously after collecting the gold coins on the bed.

Sanderson took out a pill box and walked to the sun to take a look, then walked back and said: "This is a psychotropic drug, generally used to treat severe mental illness or severe PTSD.

I have seen my comrades use it in the hospital, but the color and dosage seemed a little wrong. "

After hearing this, Qiao Jia waved his hand and said, "Whatever, it's just a drug. If you're interested, just put it away."

Upon hearing this, Sanderson shook his head and said: "No, no, no, boss, you are wrong. I am not interested in drugs, but I am interested in how Boykin obtained these drugs.

Think about the coca out there, how could someone like Boykin possibly have the ability to crossbreed it?

I think this guy may be cooperating with some large drug companies and helping them experiment with drugs here.

These activities are completely illegal..."

Qiao Jia was really not interested in these things. He waved to Sanderson and said: "If you are interested, just ask Boykin before he is eaten to death.

I actually think it doesn't matter, no matter who he is, if I kill the people and burn the coca, they won't think about it anymore. "

When Sanderson heard this, he patted his head and said, "That's right, we are not judges, we just have to solve the problem when we see it.

These things don't mean anything, and they can't be used to accuse anyone. "

As he spoke, Sanderson looked at Team C, which was leading two hyenas, and the snipers who were gradually approaching. He rolled up his sleeves with a smile and said, "I heard there is a lot of money down there. It's my turn to contribute." It’s time.”

Qiao Jia nodded to indicate to Sanderson that he was free, and then he walked to the door holding his injured ribs.

No one present wanted to talk nonsense with Boykin. They were all strong warriors and were not interested in minutiae. As long as the enemy was dead, that was enough.

It would be best for people like Boykin to die miserably!

Carman didn't let Dorian break his promise. He cut open Boykin's belly, and then took Dorian, who wanted to move the money, to watch the hyena eating and biting process, and asked him to take pictures of himself as a souvenir. one time.

Faced with such a perverted request, Dorian couldn't bear it no matter how good his temper was.

Dorian looked at Boykin, who was holding his stomach and moaning, and his lower body was cruelly torn open by the hyena. He said unhappily: "I'm going to be scared to death by you. Is it really necessary?"

Kaman said with a cold expression: "No..."

As he spoke, he looked at Boykin, whose face was distorted and roaring, and said in a strange tone: "Boyka, the former king of Central Africa, is dead, but everything is not over.

This Boykin is a descendant of that cruel king. His ancestor, the king, created many people like me during his three years of reign.

At that time, many of my friends and I fled all the way to Rwanda. There were 19 of us when we set out, but only 4 of us were left when we got there.

Then we were caught by a guerrilla group. They gave us a knife and told us to kill our own comrades.

I was so hungry and scared that I killed three other companions when I was seven years old..."

As Kaman seemed to recall something, he shook his head and said: "I can't kill Boyka, although I have entered the presidential palace of Central Africa and personally pulled out the skin of a Central African president. But I can't avenge myself.

I just want those who died to know that Boyka is completely dead!

There can be a king in Central Africa, but it will definitely not be like him..."

After finishing speaking, Kaman looked at Dorian with a strange expression and said in a relieved tone: "There is really no need to torture him, but I can get peace for a long time!

Can you imagine what it would be like to have your partner's death screams echoing in your ears? "

"What does it feel like?"

"They make me feel that just living is good, so I keep living!"