Chapter 1109

Ethiopia is the third largest country in Africa and one of the least developed countries in the world. Addis Ababa, the capital, is a plateau city with an altitude of more than 2000 meters. It is also the most developed and advanced city in East Africa.

However, in the eyes of Yang Zhao and others who have been baptized by Shanghai, Hong Kong, Singapore and other places, they are really a little shabby.

I didn't expect that there is a capital like this in this materialistic world of reinforced concrete.

Although it is much better than Africa when they came thousands of years ago (this view changed when we saw those indigenous tribes later).

When they arrived in Addis Ababa, Deya, the sky was not bright, it was dark, and the lights of the airport were also very confused. Lu Yao led them to apply for landing visas and went out of the exit. While waiting outside the airport, he took out a packet of cigarettes from his pocket and looked at Yang Zhao.

Yang Zhaozheng looked down at the message sent by He Li on his mobile phone and noticed that his eyes handed him the mobile phone.

After glancing hurriedly, Lu Yao frowned slightly and said, "let's go from Jijiga."

Yang Zhao nodded. Ling Qingyu's land in Djibouti is close to Somalia and Ethiopia. After the border dispute in Ethiopia, it has become a synonym for danger and chaos. Bypassing Somalia from Jijiga is the nearest way, but it is also the most dangerous way. If you take this road, Ling Qingyu will not agree with them, so face her, They have always said that Eritrea is the safest place to go.

Now seeing the message sent by He Li, Yang Zhao was more determined to go to Somalia. However, looking at Lu Yao's reaction, nine times out of ten, this guy's first preparation was to go to Somalia.

Two lights lit up in the distance, and three four-wheel drive off-road jeeps suddenly appeared from the night to the place where they stood. Yang Zhao's lips slightly hooked, took the mobile phone from Lu Yao's hand and handed it to Meng su.

The car stopped in front of several people. A short and refined man came down from the car, wearing a big shawl to cover half of his face. After glancing at Yang Zhao's people, he hugged Lu Yao, buried his head firmly under Lu Yao's shoulder (he was a head shorter than Lu Yao) and hugged him tightly as if he were sobbing, saying, "boss!"

Gently patted the man on the shoulder, Lu Yao's voice also unconsciously brought some emotion, and softly said, "it's hard, Buji."

Buji raised his head, shook his head and smiled. After stepping back two steps, he hugged the tiger again. Obviously, this hug was much more rude. After a dozen times of continuous fighting before and after the hug, he saw that Buji's dexterous body jumped up and down around the tiger for several times before he separated, and then picked his eyebrows and played with the cigarette box taken out of the tiger.

"You dead little cloth, haven't you seen that the boss has taken it out for you? You'll bully me!" The tiger touched his lower body and laughed and scolded.

Buji threw the cigarette back to him, took the cigarette handed over by Lu Yao and lit it, took a deep breath, and said, "get in the car, let's say in the car."

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Let Meng Su and Ying Jiu sit in the back car and take their luggage (a lot of luggage!) Put it in the trunk, glanced at the high place in the trunk, closed the car cover, and Yang Zhao Yelu followed Lu Yao into Buji's car.

When they saw the car, they knew that it had been modified. The chassis and tires were higher than ordinary cars. The feeling of sitting in the car was even stronger. There should be a box under the seat that can be opened at any time.

Glancing at Yang Zhao and Ye Peng, Buji threw his cigarette butts into the driver's seat, and the car didn't stop. He directly stepped on the accelerator and rushed out. From the rearview mirror, he saw that under such a great impulse, the two people behind him were motionless, and the corners of his eyes were picking.

Lu Yao's mouth was slightly tilted, but he didn't say it. These people under him were very tough people, rebellious and high self-esteem. They were very strong in guarding against strangers, and even the people he brought might not be convinced.

However, Lu Yao was not worried. It didn't take a few days, whether tiger or Buji, to agree with these people, especially Yang Zhao, who was a natural leader.

"Now there are many refugee camps on the other side of the border. There are many more armed groups than when you were there. They have American military assistance, and their weapons are good, and they are very tough. When we go through, I'm afraid we will encounter some of them." Driving the car on the road, Buji said as he peeped at the two people sitting behind, looking at the scenery outside the window unchanged.

"Kill what you can't get rid of." Lu Yao casually said, taking out a cigarette from the cigarette box and playing with it between his fingers, and asked, "can you feel the situation of the tribe over there?"

"Roughly speaking, it should be the tribe on the other side of the wasteland, but it has always been remote, and no outsiders go there. They rarely associate with outsiders. The situation is not very clear. However, it's a little strange that you say they have weapons." Thinking, Buji slowed down and said, "I asked DORO about the direction of his weapons. He said that recently, some tribes bought guns from him, but they were all tribes from Somalia, Eritrea and Ethiopia. The tribes on the side of Jibu really didn't have them. If they had guns in their hands, that was another channel to go. He said he would investigate." With that, Buji smiled and said, "he also said that if he found out who was stealing his business, he would never finish it with anyone."

"What about Shuidong building?" Lu Yao lit the cigarette and stuffed it into Buji's mouth under the eyes that kept flying over, asking.

After taking a deep breath and spitting out a smoke ring comfortably, Buji said: "no, I haven't heard from him for so many years, but his people have appeared in the Congo, and their handwriting was in the Congolese genocide the year before last..." his voice suddenly paused, and Buji looked at Lu Yao and said solemnly, "do you doubt the East water tower?"

"Most of the arms sales in Africa used to be in the hands of Shuidong building. Even if DORO received the channels on the surface of Shuidong building, he couldn't get those secretly." Lu Yao opened the baffle in front of the car, took a pistol from above, looked down, and said, "how many guys do you have this time?"

Buji smiled proudly and said, "I promise to surprise you. I haven't worked here for nothing in recent years. The guys in DORO may not be as rich as me."

Lu Yao tilted his lips slightly to show his approval, and then handed the pistol to Yang Zhao behind.

He took the gun. In Buji's car, which was speeding and bumpy, in front of Buji, who kept looking back from the rearview mirror, Yang Zhao dismantled the gun, picked out a part that shouldn't exist, and then reassembled the gun. The speed was so fast that Buji stared round. He didn't come to his senses until the part was held in his hand by Lu Yao and placed in front of him, and then issued a curse.

"Find a place to check it all." Before Lu Yao's voice fell, Buji had quickly turned the steering wheel from a fork to the dark suburb without any light.