Chapter 406: For You

A Mini Gang can be exchanged for a truck of AK assault rifles and ammunition. In Nigeria, it is estimated the one taking the Mini Gang Vulcan cannon on the street is more powerful than the one driving Bugatti in China.

The Mercedes-Benz G 65, which had always been known for its large space and high off-road performance, was now full of trunks. Even in the back row, there was a stack of ammunition. It should be known that the trunk of the Mercedes-Benz G 65 had the size of the rear seat space of an ordinary off-road vehicle. Even with the auxiliary fuel tank, it still had enough space.

"Oh, where are you going?" For the first time seeing so many famous arms, Ye Qing couldn't help playing the extremely hand-feeling Glock pistol, while asking out beside him Wu Weiling who hadn't sobered up from the petrochemical industry.

"You... What do you want to do in Nigeria? Do you want to provoke a small war? "

Wu Weiling, who was awake, answered the question: "There are still grenade launchers, and they are installed or still prefabricated fragments to kill the shrapnel."

"Dear Mr. Ye, where did you buy such advanced arms?"

"This is Nigeria. It is normal for European and American arms dealers to get around. Isn't it normal to get some weapons?" Although Ye Qing felt that these weapons were too many, it didn't violate the law to think of owning guns here, and he seemed to be it's too rich.

"You seem to be very knowledgeable and can distinguish the type of warhead according to the color of the warhead. This is not what ordinary girls know."

"I was born into a military family, and I see more guns." Wu Weiling said with a voice: "You must not bring these types of equipment when you return home. I am very public and law-abiding."

Ye Qing did not expect Wu Weiling's sense of justice to be as strong as himself: "By the way, I see your hands empty, can I give you a Glock self-defense?" Ye Qing took a quick-pull holster from the side, and two magazines and one box of ammunition.

"Give it to me?" Wu Weiling's very heroic eyes stared at the Glock: "These things cost tens of thousands of yuan. I'll give it back to you later. I can't take it back home anyway." Seeing the expectation in the other person's eyes, Ye Qing couldn't help raising his mouth.

Among the pedestrians on the road, there were many blonde foreigners. It looked very kind, and there were a few Chinese people like fellow citizens.

"This is Quarry Street. You can think of this street as the concession in the Republic of China." Wu Weiling opened the door very smartly and jumped out of the car very slyly, and gave Ye Qing a flying gift: "There are sixteen foreign embassies in this street. Our Chinese embassy is also here. Come back here to see me before you come back home, and I'll invite you to dinner. If you have time."

Ye Qing returned a flying gift: "Goodbye!"

Sending Wu Weiling away meant that Ye Qing was about to start traversing Nigeria to the shore of the South Atlantic Ocean.

The Master Metal Expert drove, and Ye Qing and Juli changed seats.

Juli, who sat in the back seat, pulled out two alloy brackets from the back of the seat and a complicated platform with guide rails. After a few combinations, the originally invisible bracket became a weapon platform installed on the reserved interface of the car. Raised the Mini Gun Vulcan cannon, connected it with the weapon platform, and then linked the standard ammunition box ammunition. This Mercedes-Benz G 65 became lethal chilling firepower. Reusing the top industrial technology, the top of the sintered composite bulletproof shell had a wider skylight than the original model. The skylight was opened, and the hard labor in the back row could push the Min Gun Vulcan cannon out of the skylight, giving a fatal blow to any enemy who would dare to invade.

Everything is ready, the Mercedes-Benz G 65 roared out of the airport city galloping on the brown land and the dilapidated highway under the scorching sun, the scenery in front of Ye Qing's eyes also became barren. The endless sandy land, an occasional plant emerged, either a cactus or a low thorn tree. Too far behind, there was not even a telephone pole in sight.

Ye Qing, who changed into a Hawaiian beach style man, took out a smoothie-shaped Coke from the car refrigerator and took pictures with his mobile phone.

A worn Honda pickup passed nearby Ye Qing. Seven or eight middle-aged men and women with dark skin and ragged clothes were sitting in the pickup truck. They looked awkward and looked at him with awe in their eyes. This scene was also recorded by him using his mobile phone.

The dusty Mercedes-Benz G 65, after walking for about two hours, the road under the wheels completely disappeared and turned into a bumpy natural dirt road. In addition to the low plants, a variety of wild animals that could only be seen on TV have also appeared in his field of vision.

A bison jumped out of the jungle in panic, the Master Metal Expert calmly avoided it, and the bison ran along with the car. More than twenty ferocious hyenas howling out, chasing the bison, grinning at Ye Qing's car. These animals were extremely fast. In 50 yards they could overtake the Mercedes-Benz and surround it.

Ye Qing lowered the window slightly and emptied the bullets which were in the Glock magazine.

"Da Da Da~"

Twenty bullets swept across the ground, the hyenas whimpered and fled away, and the bison re-drilled back into the grass. However, Ye Qing estimated he was more or less fierce, and he was not interested in saving it.

"Fantastic!" Ye Qing, who completed the first live-fire shooting tour, felt that this was a great feeling. Later, if he could meet a gazelle, he might knock down one to taste.

It is a pity that this wish was unfulfilled. When night fell, the Mercedes-Benz G 65 turned on the headlights and a row of hernia searchlights on the roof of the car showed the slightest thing in front. The vehicle-mounted global navigation has shown that he was only two hundred miles away from Port Harcourt.

Along the way, Ye Qing tried bypassing those tribal settlements, perhaps because of luck or because the Mercedes Benz G 65 was too popular. He encountered many pickup trucks and off-road vehicles along the way, but no one was paying attention to Ye Qing's car. Under normal logic, people who can drive such top luxury cars have a very hard natural background.