Su Rui has been thinking about Enron and cassidilin all the way. Now for him, time is money. Since cassidilin has sent a message to himself, it shows that the law enforcement team of Atlantis family is likely to start at any time. In this case, Su Rui must return to China as soon as possible.
However, at this time, Cheng Yaojin was killed halfway.
The black uncle's sudden brake almost made Su Rui's head hit the windshield in front of the car.
This broken second-hand truck from Toyo doesn't even have a seat belt.
However, Su Rui is not in much mood to roast now, because in front of their car, there are already two trucks crossing there, blocking the already narrow road.
This road can only be reluctantly called a highway. Soil and sand are about to cover the road surface. As soon as it passes, it is dusty.
Su Rui's eyes had passed through the dust in the air and saw the people in front of him.
Two trucks, at least 70 or 80 people, were packed full.
Su Rui squinted: "rebels."
Unexpectedly, I encountered a small branch of the rebel forces under akpei here.
It seems that they are going to the border between pulenia and lansia.
Su Rui almost forgot that at this time, he was still in the rebel occupied area.
"All get off!" Su Rui and the black uncle were immediately pointed at by several guns. As for other rebels, some were standing askew with guns, while others were smoking cigarettes, looking very relaxed.
They didn't even realize that there was someone on this broken truck that general akpai dreamed of killing.
Time is now Su Rui's most precious thing, and he can't afford to delay it. However, even if his skill is strong, it's really too difficult to get out of the muzzle of dozens of guns.
As for driving hard... Don't expect this broken truck. Even if these rebels are short of bullets, they can easily be screened.
"All get off!" The rebel shouted again.
Su Rui patted the black uncle on the shoulder and said, "don't be afraid, let's get off."
However, the black uncle didn't mean to be afraid at all. He ran transportation all year round, not to mention seeing a small group of rebels. He didn't know how many times he had seen the scene of fierce exchanges of fire between the government army and akpai's team.
He got out of the car humming a minor tune. The music on the truck was not turned off and the car did not stop. The black uncle was still intoxicated with the music and his body was still writhing.
Many black people have a much stronger sense of rhythm than Chinese people, and even are born hip-hop masters.
But this time, the black uncle obviously made a wrong estimate of the situation.
In the past, rebels rarely bullied the people. After all, they still had to win over the people in the process of rising up.
However, now in a special period, they can't manage so much - their general, akpai, has financial problems, has been delayed for several days, and the money and food that should be arrived have not arrived.
The rebels are short of money.
It's the same sentence, from thrift to extravagance, from extravagance to thrift.
After a few months without lack of money and food, and even a little affluent, the rebels will never return to the days of hard work.
Perhaps, this situation will not happen in China, but it is very likely to happen in the rebels. This is not to belittle the African people. In fact, many of them are not nervous enough, and their thoughts of muddling along and hedonism are very serious.
Once life gets a little better, many of them begin to forget their original intentions and why they joined this team at the beginning.
In fact, in Su Rui's view, if you want to beat this rebel army to the ground, you don't need to use too many bullets to hit the gold directly, and they will be defeated by themselves.
Unfortunately, this practice takes too long, and Su Rui has made up his mind to teach these rebels a painful lesson.
How can they collapse comfortably? If these people have money, they will be more forgetful. I don't know how many adolescent girls will suffer!
Su Rui can't help thinking of the girl who will never wake up tortured by the rebels.
This is all the evil done by the rebels.
All evil debts must be paid.
Like the 500 dead rebels, Su Rui will let them wash away their sins with their own blood!
After the black uncle got out of the car, his body was still shaking with the music. He looked around with a smile and said, "what's the matter, everyone? Do you want to ask for directions?"
With that, he turned and pointed, "from here, drive for a whole day, and you can reach the border of Purnia. Of course, I mean full speed, 250 miles."
This sentence undoubtedly means making fun of the rebels.
However, it also has something to do with some ways of speaking of African people. They are used to doing this at ordinary times. Sometimes, it will indeed appear a little less serious, and some serious people will really dislike it.
Just like now.
Su Rui had obviously noticed something wrong with the atmosphere and couldn't help sweating for the black uncle.
Sure enough, as Su Rui expected, the black uncle was already slapped in the face before he finished speaking.
PA!
The uncle was reeled and almost bumped into the truck door.
"What's the matter?" He covered his face with a confused face.
However, the next second, the black uncle had been held against his chest by two guns.
"Hand over all the money!" Roared the rebel.
Of course, Su Rui was not spared. He was also pointed at the muzzle of the gun, and the spittle of the rebels sprayed him on the face.
This makes Su Rui feel like he needs to wash his face immediately. If there is a cleanliness addict, Katherine is here, I'm afraid he will have an impulse to die directly.
Somehow, Su Rui was distracted at this time. He felt a strong sense of unreality when he thought that Katherine had a moment when he was almost helpless.
And he himself was besieged by a group of seemingly indecent rebels. If he didn't pay attention, he would risk death.
"Hand over all the money quickly!"
These rebels severely pushed Su Rui's chest with the muzzle of a gun, making him return to reality from his reverie.
This is a public robbery.
Su Rui shook his head. "Your team is really getting worse and worse."
However, what he said was Chinese, which the rebels could not understand.
"Take out the money, don't talk nonsense! Or I'll kill you!" A rebel put his face close to Su Rui. He thought it would be more deterrent to speak like this. However, this can only make su Rui see his nose hair and eye droppings more clearly.
"Idiot." Su Rui scolded.
However, his mouth was disdaining, but his body was very cooperative. He took out a few tickets directly from his pocket and said, "all my money is here, please let me go!"
Good guy, I pulled out 500 yuan at once, which is still US dollars!
This is absolutely an amazing sum of money in poor mountainous and wasteland areas.
The rebels' eyes lit up when they saw this.
Five hundred dollars is enough for their team to support for a long time.
For them, with the gun in hand, making money seems to be much easier. If they are short of money, they can grab it directly.
A team intending to change its own destiny simply became bandits who robbed the road on the way, and the road of degeneration was not tortuous.
In fact, they robbed for the first time today. Unexpectedly, they caught a big fat sheep like Su Rui.
Fivehundred dollars.
Looking at this scene, the black uncle who was just in the optimist began to shiver.
After all, that slap in the face was really fucking painful.
He also has money. It's the payment this time. He wants to buy a batch of small commodities from the nearby city and sell them back to his hometown. If there is a problem with this shipment, the black uncle doesn't know how to live in the next life.
He is not alone, and there is a family waiting for him to support.
Therefore, hearing that the rebels said they would hand over all the money, the black uncle instinctively became nervous.
"I... I have no money..." the black uncle's voice began to tremble.
Hearing this sentence, Su Rui immediately reached out and stabbed him: "give them all the money quickly. Don't hesitate."
According to Su Rui's meaning, the black uncle will compensate the other party for how much money he lost - although it is not su Rui's responsibility.
"No money?" A rebel who had just tasted the sweetness of Su Rui gave a ferocious smile, then raised the butt of his gun and severely hit the black uncle in the abdomen.
Maybe it's because of fear, maybe it's because he was already holding his urine. When his lower abdomen was hit, the black uncle directly peed his pants. He covered his crotch and clamped his legs. The intermittent water flow was really hard to hold back.
Su Rui looked at his experience, sighed, and his eyes showed mercy.
It's really sad that people in their 40s and 50s have to encounter such a situation.
If the country is not rich and strong, the people will never have dignity. They can only stoop and live in the cracks between heaven and earth and the wind and sand.
Black uncle said he didn't have any trouble ten minutes ago, but now he has the biggest problem in his life.
He can't take out the money. Because the national credit system is not trustworthy and may collapse at any time, these local people often leave their money at home after making money, especially in remote places, and rarely deposit their money in the bank.
Just like the black uncle, he brought almost all the money with him this time - of course, the total was not much.
But this is the fate of his family.
Looking at his wet pants and the frightened look in his eyes, Su Rui sighed again.
The rebels didn't want to hurt people. As long as they pay, they should be all right.
However, if the black uncle doesn't want to give money, he may suffer a meal at first, or he may die at last.
These rebels have begun to have no bottom line, and have begun to break the rules. They may kill this black uncle, erliwei.
"Give me the money. Don't be stunned." Su Rui prompted again.
Poop! The black uncle knelt down directly!
"Please, let me go!"