Gate of Apocalypse

Chapter 352 [Changes!] (top)

When Lin Le Yan returned to the organization's residence, he saw Weinstein sitting on the couch with a laptop in his hand.

When Lin Leyan entered the door, Weinstein looked up and glanced at her. There were no lights on in the living room, and the light on the laptop screen was on Weinstein's face, which seemed a little complicated.

Lin Leyan seemed a little embarrassed. Instead of turning on the lights, he walked over and looked at Wenstein and looked away: “Why don't you rest at this late hour? ”

Wenstein shook his head: "Did you find him? ”

Lin Leyan nodded thinking, “I... just went to stop him from doing something stupid. ”

Wenstein sighed, and the big Australian sunshine boy closed his computer and stood up and walked to his room, leaving a faint message: "Rest early. ”

The living room is messy with computers on the desk. There is also some confusion in Lin Le Yan's heart.

This is a large suite, all four bedrooms are full of beds. In order to save money, several people are required to live in a room. The two girls who live with Lin Le Yan are already asleep. Lin Le Yan entered the door lightly. Her heart was very messed up and she simply laid on her bed, but one pair of eyes stared at the ceiling and lost her mind...

I remembered my own kiss to Chen Xiaocai downstairs yesterday evening.

“Now that I've confirmed it, I really don't like you...”

At that time, he walked off, and Chen Xiaoliang's eyes were full of surprises and embarrassment.

This blinking little Sha Xing was almost adorable at that moment.

He's just a teenager, after all.

Young boys and boys often do not understand women.

Where does a woman need a kiss if she wants to know if she is attracted to a person?

A woman only wants to kiss... against a man she cares about...

……

Chen Xiaoliang slept very sweetly this night.

After sending Lin Leyan away at night, he contacted Roddy on the team channel to talk about his progress and Roddy, and then fell asleep.

After sleeping until dawn, Chen Xiaoliang got up and combed and went out.

Just walked downstairs to the lobby and saw the hotel manager standing there.

When the black manager saw Chen Xiaocai, his eyes looked a little strange, as if he had some pity, some sympathy, and some hidden misfortune and joy.

Chen Xiaocai understands... it seems that after the white girl left last night, she must have told the story of “being raped by her wife”.

He doesn't care to carry such gossip, and people here don't recognize themselves anyway. And in this way, it gives itself a reasonable explanation.

Otherwise, it would be suspicious to take a white girl back to her room and do nothing.

Chen Xiaoliang already has his own plan for how to complete this task.

Killing directly into Zeid's presidential palace… Chen Xiaolian was just laughing. It's stupid to do that.

How big is the presidential palace? It's not too small to want to find Zeid himself in a presidential palace... it's not that easy, even if you kill yourself in, if you let Zeid get away, it won't be that easy to find this guy again.

At least there is a large guard with live ammunition.

Chen Xiaoliang waited patiently in the hotel for a day and did not go out. After eating, he locked himself in his room to rest.

By evening, indeed, the news had arrived.

Chen Xiaoliang received a call from a waiter at the hotel in his room.

The black minister invited himself to dinner, sent a car and parked in front of the hotel.

Chen Xiaolian said yes, then turned out a suit from the storage watch, and tied himself a tie. He opened the door and went downstairs.

When he came to the hotel lobby, he saw the hotel manager standing at the elevator door, bowing down and leading himself out through the courtyard, to the outside fence door.

There was a white car parked on the road outside the door. Cars are not very upscale, Toyota.

Before Chen Xiaocai came to Africa, he made up for some of the situation in Africa. He knew that the best selling cars in Africa were Volkswagen and Toyota.

The car looked semi-new and not old, but it was washed clean. Chen Xiaocai walked to the side of the car and saw the window fall. The black minister sat in the back row and waved her hands at herself with charm: "Get in the car. ”

Chen Xiaoliang noticed that this guy... actually wore a military uniform!

The military uniforms of the Khumbiya Nation are very strange, yellow, yellow, black, and black, but the belt or something is biased toward the big, coarse, flowery whistle.

It looks like a counterfeit officer in a brain-wrecked Japanese opera.

Chen Xiaoliang sat beside the black minister in the car with a puking heart.

The driver was a skinny black man, and as soon as Chen Xiaocai sat still, he started the car.

“You're lucky, my friend.” The black minister turned his head, meaning he looked at Chen Xiaocai deeply and said this with a laugh.

……

Next, after a few minutes, the black minister said the matter very briefly, and Chen Xiaoliang quickly understood.

The dollar he gave this black minister last night worked, and this guy worked really hard.

However, according to this guy's plan, to introduce President Zeid Chen Xiaocai, it would take some time to find a suitable opportunity... After all, he is the president of a country, not want to see him.

However, just today, something happened temporarily and there was such an unexpected opportunity.

The minor setbacks in previous military operations against the rebels annoyed Zeid very much.

However, in order to stabilize the situation in Kabuka, the dictator claimed to have won his army in full and achieved glorious results.

To celebrate this “victory”, President Zeid provisionally decided to host a banquet at the Presidential Palace tonight, inviting all those with heads and faces throughout Kabkali.

Where is it so easy to host events at the national banquet level in one country, elsewhere?

But after all, this is Kabuka, a small, barren country, and the capital, Kabuka, says it's a city, the largest of which is a poor county in the western part of the country, and it's overwhelming.

Such a party is held, say small, say big.

In the afternoon, the Minister of the Interior took a team of guards from door to door to door to find the privileges of the faceless roads in the city of Kabuka, and sent the invitation down.

“His Excellency the President is actually holding a fundraiser… it is always expensive to fight.” Black minister hey chuckled.

Chen Xiaoliang nodded.

“You'll see tonight.” The black minister had a deep laugh.

“What?”

“It's simple, this is Khumbiya, there's no national bank, no cheques or anything like that, it's not working here. If we raise money... we all use cash, or hard currency. Dollars, gold, anything. ”

“…” Chen Xiaocai stuck.

The car crossed the East Side and soon arrived at the Presidential Palace, southeast of the city.

Before coming to the presidential palace, Chen Xiaocai couldn't help but sigh as he looked through the window at the main building outside the presidential palace.

This Zeid, he really plays.

In front of me, Hercules is a...

White House!

……

The dictator of this small African country built a one-on-one thing exactly like the White House of America!

The most silent thing about Chen Xiaolei is that just across the street from this hilltop version of the White House building, this Zeid also built another "Lincoln Memorial Church”.

Nature in the memorial hall, however, is not Lincoln's statue.

It's... Zeid's!

When he got off, Chen Xiaolian could see across the street. In the memorial hall, President Zeid's statue was smiling in the direction of the street...

(If the face value is so low, don't use it to make statues...)

Chen Xiaolian threw up in his heart.

This cottage version of the White House Presidential Palace should be the cleanest place in the entire city of Kabuka.

The lawn outside the presidential palace is wide and extremely clean, with a flashing emitter under the column in front of the White House.

The black minister was obviously very proud and patted Chen Xiaocai's shoulder: “What do you say? Isn't this a nice place? His Excellency the President spent a fortune inviting an American architectural firm, built entirely on the structure of the White House, not just the same exterior, but even the layout inside, the architectural pattern, the rooms, the corridors, the stairs, all exactly the same. ”

Chen Xiaolian smiled.

It's not hard to do that.

The White House in the United States is not really a very well guarded place, and even part of it is open to visitors all year round.

However, this Zeid mind is hilarious... a small country oligarchy, doing such a thing clearly envies the position of power of the President of the United States...

Unfortunately, although we are all presidents, the difference between this president and Peter is still...

The black minister meant enough, it was Chen Xiaoliang who gave the US dollar money.

This guy took Chen Xiaocao into the front door of the presidential palace.

Chen Xiaocao noted that a checkpoint had been set up outside the presidential palace, with soldier handles loaded with live ammunition.

A car entered the courtyard of the presidential palace and parked it on the lawn of the courtyard.

By the time Chen Xiaocai and the black minister walked in, the lobby had been filled with black people of all kinds. Tall, short, skinny, old and weak. Some in suits and some in tribal sheikhs.

Chen Xiaocai noticed that most people's expressions were quite heavy and although there was an army band playing music in the corner, the vast majority of guests did not see a smile on their faces.

It's easy to understand —— these guys are all forced to donate money tonight. I'm afraid few people would be thrilled about this.

A huge Zeid oil painting was hung on the hall wall.

The black minister was very proud to tell Chen Xiaocai that the portrait also cost a fortune and invited a very famous European artist to paint it himself.

The artist's work had sold millions of dollars at the auction house.

Well, Chen Xiaoliang finally understood how this country is being pushed to such a state of poverty, and how it was really messed up.

When the black minister entered the lobby, he looked like a tall toe. His head was raised and his chest walked among the crowd. Chen Xiaocai was with him, like a follower.

Chen Xiaocao noticed that most of the people around him looked indifferent.

It seems that this black minister is very much spoken for under Zeid, but I'm afraid not.

To be precise, I am afraid Zeid's rule is unpopular.

The hall is full of banquet guests.

Outside the hall are guards with live ammunition.

This atmosphere makes Chen Xiaoliang feel very strange.

Everyone talks in low voice, and occasionally there are waiters in white suits walking by with red wine and champagne on their plates.

Chen Xiaocai casually grabbed a glass of champagne, sighed and couldn't help sighing.

Flower of Paris.

Pretty good champagne.

But this kind of thing is going to buy African KMUBIA, only to sell the heavenly price.

“This is probably the way it's going tonight.” The black minister took Chen Xiaocai to the front corner of the hall and looked into Chen Xiaocai's eyes, fading away: “It's 7: 15. In fifteen minutes, His Excellency the President will arrive, then give a speech, and be here to honor the General who was so neutral in this battle…"

Chen Xiaocao couldn't help but raise his brows.

Recognition of merit?

It was obviously a defeat, okay...

“… the recognition is followed by the fundraising process. Didn't you want a chance to meet His Excellency the President? This is an opportunity. Generally speaking, His Excellency the President invites individually the highest number of guests to meet in the Office of the President after the fundraiser. So… you want to meet His Excellency the President, it depends on your performance. ”

Chen Xiaocai stared at the other person's fat nose and held the urge to punch the bastard in the nose.

Son of a bitch!