Gate of Apocalypse

Chapter 397 [I Hate Africa]

Chapter 343 [I Hate Africa]

The shaking body almost disintegrates the body.

Chen Xiaoliang woke up from half a dream and changed his subconscious position.

The seat beneath the body, the leather cushion has been torn through hundreds of holes, the sponge inside has already rotted, and the metal shelf inside can be touched with one hand.

This kind of chair, if it's okay to sit for a few minutes, for a few hours, plus a bump all the way down, can really cost someone half their life.

Chen Xiaoliang, has been sitting in this turbulence for more than three hours.

This is a small propeller plane with a fractured fuselage, and the engine sounds like a patient with tracheitis, sitting in the plane, making people nervous, afraid that it will go out sometime.

Most of the skins on the fuselage have fallen off, and some places have even been booked with iron bars.

The scariest thing is that in the cockpit in front, the liquor-filled pilot, with a flat bottle in one hand, sometimes sips.

Chen Xiaocao can smell the strong alcohol when he sits on his seat.

“Jack! How long is it?” Chen Xiaocai climbed up and glanced at the watch: “You said it would only take three hours, and now it's over! ”

Pilot Jack turned around, grinned and revealed two golden teeth, shouting: "Almost there! I just had a bit of an airflow, don't worry, my guest! I'm a little old for this plane, but I can handle it! ”

This pilot, Jack, was found by Chen Xiaocao in a small town in eastern Nigeria.

As to whether Jack is his real name... the ghost knows!

Nigeria is rich in minerals and has many mines in the country, as well as many of these small, uh… "private airlines”.

These guys are smugglers, or they do things that aren't white or black.

Western powers have left a big mess in Africa for decades. Jack is undoubtedly one of those "historical legacies”.

This guy claims to be a mercenary, or famous for being an overseas regiment in a country.

Though Chen Xiaocao thinks this guy is mostly bragging, it doesn't matter.

What matters is that he really has an airplane!

Although the aircraft had long passed the deadline for obsolescence.

Jake is in Nigeria all year round, serving a number of luxury customers from the West. He's kind of a groundsnake in a mud pit, all the way.

You want women, guns, diamonds, smuggling... he gets everything.

Of course, the plane was his main project.

Many of the luxury customers who come to Africa to dig up gold will hire his planes. Used to look everywhere for minerals, or… to do some arms smuggling business.

Chen Xiao Liang was in Abuja and contacted this old Jack through an intermediary relationship. The middleman was provided by Old Man Joe.

The ghost knows why Old Joe is so divine in Africa - the question Chen Xiaolian has not thought about yet.

But old Jack did work. Chen Xiaoliang gave him two rolls of green oil bills, and old Jack solved a lot of problems for Chen Xiaoliang.

Feeding, supplies, even half a box of firearms.

God knows where this guy pulled the gun from. One of them, the AK47, dropped the barrel and booked it with wood. When shooting, a bullet will jam a few times.

But according to old Jack, it's enough to scare people.

Conditions in Africa, if you want to be good, you can't do it.

This guy must have smuggled arms before!

Chen Xiaoliang guessed in his heart.

In addition to those smug, airplane vehicles, Old Jack offered Chen Xiaoliang a very important thing!

A KMUBIA National Map!!

This is a rare thing!

The scourge of Khmubia by that General Zeid is not negligible, the entire national government structure is almost always set up, naturally there is no national literary department, the map is this thing, it is said that the Khmubia national government has not printed one in 15 years since Zeid took office in 1999!!

This map doesn't even know where Old Jack got it.

In the words of old Jack, the airspace of the Khomeubian nation is open to the world!

There is no air force in this country! There are no air defenses… There are only two armed helicopters in the country, or the private seat of President Zeid.

So the sky of Khumbiya is free and unprotected.

Chen Xiaocao told Old Jack himself to go to Kabuka, the capital of Kemubia, and Old Jack looked at this young Orientalist with a dead eye.

Well, even though Chen Xiaoliang put some makeup on himself and some oil on him, he still couldn't cover his face.

Old Jack told Chen Xiaocao that if he wanted to go gold, he'd better go to Congo, or Gabon, and Khumbiya...

“That's where God forgot. That place has nothing but dirt and sand.” Old Jack told Chen Xiaocao: “For more than 20 years, I don't know how many people have been looking for a mine. More than 10 years ago, the French and Germans went twice to say that they had found a mine, but then they all found it wrong. So, going to Kemubia is a joke in the eyes of the hawkers who do business in Africa. Even arms dealers are reluctant to go to that place without money, because Zeid is a poor man who cannot afford to buy arms and is particularly cheap. ”

This reason Chen Xiaoliang understands.

You have better goods in your hand, and customers don't have purchasing power for nothing.

Old Jack probably thinks he's a rookie arms dealer, thinks he wants to run to Kemubia for luck.

Obviously, the aircraft was retrofitted by Old Jack, and two accessory tanks were installed to extend the lifespan.

Nevertheless, Old Jack was unable to move forward after the aircraft had entered Khumbiya airspace.

He must leave enough fuel to return.

He won't land in Kemubia!

First came because there was no airport there. Second, he won't dare either!

In the words of Old Jack, that place is a burglar's den.

Poor crazy place.

Since Zeid's coup d 'état came to power more than a decade ago, there has been little management of the country.

He said it was the President, and Zeid actually controlled only the capital, Kabuka, and the surrounding area, while the rest was largely irrelevant.

His national defence forces were also a group of bandits, and those niggers were too poor to rob anything.

If you dare to land there, you probably won't go back.

Old Jack also said that one of Kemubia's most famous jokes was that three years ago, their own army robbed the convoy of their own Minister of the Interior.

Those soldiers had guns in their hands, and nobody but Zeid could hold them down.

As long as you have something valuable on you, as long as they have guns in their hands, then they are wolves, you are sheep!

So the route Old Jack suggested to Chen Xiaolian is...

“Almost there! ”

In the cockpit, Old Jack drank the last drop of alcohol, hit a hiccup hard and breathed a sip of alcohol.

Chen Xiaolian entered the cockpit and tripped under his feet with an empty bottle.

Old Jack pointed out the window: "You can jump out the front. ”

“Ok!!” Chen Xiaoliang shouted loudly.

Old Jack grinned: "Remember what I told you! After the parachute, take the road, don't drill the woods. Go southeast and find a town called Naya... There is a guy in town called One-Eyed, you can ask him for help, he is the only guide I know.

If you're lucky, maybe he can get you a car.

Of course, if you're lucky.

I haven't seen One-Eyed in years, maybe he's dead, maybe he's still in the business, anyway, with your luck. ”

“What if I can't find One-Eyed? What if he dies?” Chen Xiaoliang asked aloud.

“Then pray! Ask God what to do! Hahaha!” Old Jack laughed a little.

Old Jack threw two umbrella bags at Chen Xiaolian when he jumped.

“Why two? ”

“These are old things from over a decade ago. God knows if I can open them! Bring one more! If both are useless... then..."

“Then pray, ask God, right? ”

“Yes, hahahaha!! ”

Chen Xiaolian put on an umbrella bag, carried a walking bag and opened the hatch door. When that happened, he was blown blind by the wind in front of him.

Looking at the heavens and the earth outside the cabin seemed to be shaking, Chen Xiaoliang muttered in his heart: Fak!

He jumped!

……

The wind whistled in his ears, Chen Xiaoliang opened his arms and tried to maintain balance.

He's not the first jump. In fact, he used to like to travel everywhere, skipping twice while traveling abroad.

I don't know if God really exists or if prayer worked and the umbrella pack opened smoothly.

Chen Xiaocai's landing site deviated a little, but generally smooth, that is, when he landed, his buttocks were on a stone, which made him ache for a little while.

Looking up at Old Jack's plane circling over the sky, Chen Xiaocao waved at the sky regardless of whether he could see it or not, turning around and acknowledging the direction to start walking.

Most of the supplies that Old Jack bought were stuffed into a storage watch. Chen Xiaolian wore military boots, camouflage training uniforms, a hat and dishes on his face. He took out a dog's leg knife in his hand and walked in the southeast direction.

Two hours later, he looked at the map and found the right location.

Old Jack said that little town called Naya.

But what helps Chen Xiaolian...

It's not like he can't find the one-eyed guy Old Jack said.

But…

The whole town is gone! To the ground!

Looking at the broken walls in front of them, it was clear that there had been a fire.

The buildings were burned down and only some ruins were left behind.

Several wooden shelves at the mouth of the town were nailed to more than a dozen bodies, most of which had been air-dried and lacked arms and legs, apparently eaten by some beasts.

Nobody's been here in at least a few months!

Chen Xiaocao made a judgement.

Strongly enduring the disgust in his heart, Chen Xiaocao still stepped into the town.

Half an hour later, he found what Old Jack called a one-eyed home.

A repair shop.

The rumored Cyclops, not found, but Chen Xiaoliang found his car.

A jeep, but it's burned to the point where there's only a hub left for the tires.

Chen Xiaocai grinned bitterly.

Fortunately, there was also a map. Chen Xiaocao found a clean place to sit down and look at the map for a while and identify the direction.

He took a Land Cruiser out of the storage watch and got in towards the southeast.

“I hate Africa!” Chen Xiaolian mumbled in the car.

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