Chapter 201

West Africa, mining.

"Come on, all the cars go inside." In the past, the iron mesh doors were wide open, and vehicles carrying food were queuing up to drive towards the warehouse.

"Lamisan, thank you for your help." The monk grabbed the other side's hand and said enthusiastically.

"We all work for boss, and I like the little things you give me." Lamisan patted his purse.

There was a small piece of compressed opium weighing 10 grams, enough for him to make a profit.

"Ha ha, we Chinese are very generous to our friends." The monk was very polite to the transportation director of the rubber plantation.

After all, the other party is Harvey's, and all the food in the mining area must be transported through him.

"I've brought a lot of women this time. They'll stay here and I'll take them away next time." He pointed to the carriage not far away and laughed.

"Oh?" The monk inquired curiously.

For black people, he is loveless, not discrimination, mainly because he can't appreciate the black beauty.

What kind of black pearl, it's better to leave it to lamisanne!

He would like to meet Asian people, white people, at least not to worry about not finding her after turning off the lights.

"Where do they come from?"

"All over the world, don't worry, they are clean. Some of them are sold by their families, and women working in rubber plantations. Great!"

Smiling at the frowning lamisan, the monk's eyes were attracted by a white man.

Soft facial features, sweet smile, eyes with gentle, as if any tribulation can not crush her.

"Man, you have a good eye. She's a half breed, one-third Chinese, and she's from Cape Town."

"I can see she's educated. Why?" The monk doesn't understand.

"Her motorcade was attacked by aborigines. My men saved her, but Mr. Harvey forbids us to touch white people, so she's yours."

Ramisan said with some regret that he would not have given such a beauty to others if it wasn't for Harvey's orders.

Just when the monk moved, two yellow dragons suddenly appeared in the distance, which were the dust raised by the speeding vehicles.

"Someone's coming. We can't see the quantity clearly. Alert, alert!" Exclaimed the observer on the mountainside, closing his telescope.

"It seems that someone came uninvited." Ramizan grinned strangely and spread out his hand.

He was a native of West Africa. He was chosen by Harvey to be the driver of the transport team. Finally, he took the position of transportation supervisor with his courage to fight.

To him, fighting was as common as eating.

"You don't need your men to do it." The monk smiles, and a large number of special guards have rushed out of the mining area.

On the mountainside, 30 browning m1917 are ready to be erected in front.

No matter who wants to impact the mining area, they have to pay a terrible price.

These heavy machine guns, which shine in the sun, can tear up thousands of people and dye the earth scarlet.

"Don't move." Suddenly, the cold and hard top was on the back of the monk's head.

The half blood woman who had attracted two people's eyes before was holding a tight small pistol, and the one with killing intention was against the back of his head.

"Damn it, it wasn't my idea." Lamissan said with an ugly face.

"Take it easy, man. It's no big deal." The monk spread out his hand and slowly turned to look at her.

"Beautiful lady, what do you want?" The monk said with a smile, as if he could not see the muzzle between his eyebrows.

"Get your men back where they came from and give me Rick." Lilith said coldly.

"Where are you from? FBI, CIA, or USSS. " The monk said curiously.

"It's none of your business." While they were talking, dozens of cars were parked 200 miles away.

The well-trained soldiers jumped down from above and aimed their machine guns at the mining area and the top of the mountainside.

"Woman, I seem to have more guns than you do." Pointing to the people around him, the monk grinned.

"But your life is in my hand. You can try who is faster." Lilith turned her toes and turned sideways to turn behind the monk.

Just as she got to her side, the monk moved.

Bang!

Right arm elbow suddenly a top, Lilith's waist side is hit by the hammer, mouth spurt a mouthful of blood, fly 5 meters away.

"Fire." Sammy growled.

Boom and boom -

the furious gunfire rings out, and the cartridge case jumps and rolls down from the mountain, and the vehicle opposite is instantly smashed into a sieve.

"FK, retreat, retreat..." Seeing the other side's decisive action, the sergeant, who had thought that the plan was infallible, ran back quickly.

As for the cars, it would have been torn to pieces by bullets.

The terrible impact penetrated through the iron sheet, one by one the soldiers fell down, others like frightened birds ran in the direction of coming, even the weapons in their hands were still on the ground."Do you want to catch up?" Looking at the woman who was trampled on by the monk, Samo had to carry the Chicago typewriter with a cruel smile.

"No, make sure there's enough ammunition. Our goal is not to kill." Hearing the monk say this, Samo nodded and asked people to clean up the battlefield.

Those scrapped cars can be stacked in front of the wire mesh and filled with sandbags to form new obstacles.

Good cars can be added to their ranks. As for the soldiers who are still alive, throw them into the mine to dig!

"Monk, this has nothing to do with me." Ramisang looked at the hidden heavy machine gun on the mountainside, and hastened to explain.

As Harvey said earlier, these people are all well-trained killing machines. They are better than ordinary soldiers.

Lamisan thought it was a joke, but now it seems that Mr Harvey's statement is too modest.

How many heavy machine guns are hidden on the mountainside on both sides of the mountain? Where did they get so many of these terrible battlefield weapons.

Hell, maybe even the American Garrison's firepower can't match them. It must be a joke of God.

"Lamisanne, don't be nervous. We are friends. I believe you." After sending away the gracious lamisan.

The monk took the woman who was breathing beside him and strode to the doctor's camp.

"Treat her. You two look at her. If she wants to mess around, break her hands and feet."

Smiling at Lilith, who was still in the hospital bed, the monk left and found boby: "all the food you send, please try it first and then eat it."

Be careful. They can only rely on themselves here. Harvey's attitude will change. The monk is not sure.

But he always remembers Li Zitao's explanation, "don't give anyone 100% trust, even if he was willing to die for you."

"Monk, is it too much?" The Samoan, who ordered him to go down to clean up the battlefield, had to come back and asked, some worried.

Those dead soldiers are all wearing American uniform. If this happens, I'm afraid boss will not be easy!

"Do you think Morgan dares to poke this out? What do the people and Congress think of American soldiers serving him personally? "

He followed Li Zitao for several months and taught by example. Now the monk has to be clear about these things.

Even if they want to poke it out, Morgan will try to suppress it. Some things can only be done secretly, but it can never be put on the table.

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