Reborn Super Bank System

Look at three brand new off-road vehicles.

They did not act rashly.

Just aim the gun.

Be alert.

Most people can't drive this kind of car, and they can't afford it. There is an unwritten rule on this land boundary that even if it's a road toll, don't accept this kind of large black off-road vehicle.

Because this is standard for mercenaries.

Although they are not afraid.

But there is no need to provoke these desperadoes.

A dozen Africans rushed out.

Braved the rainstorm.

Blocked in front of the checkpoint.

Said it is a checkpoint, that is, an iron tripod. Let alone, this kind of guardrail welded with construction steel pipe is very practical, the materials are easy to obtain, the welding is convenient, and the protection effect is not good.

Triangular guardrail design.

Ordinary car crashed, absolutely pill.

"get off."

A leading African shouted to the car.

"Click."

The co-pilot door opened.

A big black man in a black suit walked out with an umbrella.

See this costume.

And that tall body makes them feel a little inferior. In Africa, due to malnutrition, people here are quite different from those black people in the United States. They are generally thinner and short.

The person in front of you.

Close to two meters.

Definitely a super big man.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" the leading African asked nervously.

"I have an appointment with your tribal patriarch Belif. If you have something to discuss, you can call to confirm and show us the way later." The warrior said calmly.

Here.

It was the tribe where the first pickup trucks that followed the convoy were located.

Believ is the patriarch here. In order not to fight the fire after the incident, the Black Prison has always solved the problem of profit distribution in the mine in advance, and then will begin to solve the forces that want to fight the autumn wind along the way.

The solution is also very simple.

Let a fish out.

People who want to fish will come naturally.

After getting a few more powerful fishermen, the rest naturally dare not jump out anymore. Before calling Believ, the attitude was very arrogant, and they even wanted to share the interests of the mine, and made the black prison want to talk. Just send someone.

then.

They are coming.

As for time.

Then it’s not that Believ has the final say, this matter can actually be coordinated by Sadok, but Sadok is trying to use his influence to negotiate terms with the black prison, it will be useful to find him, but it is not big.

This kind of thing.

He still has to solve it by himself.

Let Sadok know.

Without you.

We can still get things done, looking for you just to save some trouble, and this also involves another plan about Sadok, so this time, the black prison will do it himself.

You have to do it beautifully.

"It's so late, why don't you come tomorrow?" The leading African said vigilantly. He didn't receive a message that anyone wanted to come, and it was still late at night, so it didn't look right.

"It was Patriarch Belif who told us to come quickly, so we have to come now." said the soldier.

"That... well, you wait." Although the leading African was confused, but looking at this tone, it was really called from the clan chief, and said to the person next to him: "Look at first, I'll call ."

Finished.

He trot into the house.

He doesn't have a satellite phone.

There is no cell phone here either.

However, the penetration rate of wired phones in the village is not low. It is far away from the main road, and the base station on the roadside cannot cover it. I heard that a Huaxia company would come to build the base station.

It just won’t come until next month.

...

Within the tribe.

Believ, who had just fallen asleep, was awakened by the sound of the phone again.

There was a fire in my heart.

During the day, a self-proclaimed black prison called me and said that he was going to release the'sheep'. In the future, he would not be allowed to make any ideas along the way.

Believ listened.

One hundred thousand dollars.

How can he be satisfied, he wants more, these people are mining in their own country, making a lot of money, although they are not in their own territory, but since passing by, there is no reason to ignore it.

open one's eyes.

Seeing the number, Believ picked up the phone and cursed: "What's the matter, don't you know if it is night? If there is no reason to satisfy me, you will be night shifts for the next month."

All belong to the same tribe.

Believ hasn't gotten to the point of killing people at every turn. He is not a warlord. It is not a light punishment to let those gatekeepers go to night shifts. Africans are also afraid of the dark.

"Patriarch Belif, someone came to us to find you and said you called him, what do they call... Hell, yes, that's the name." The leader said nervously.

"What am I... Wait, you are talking about the black prison." Believ immediately disappeared when he heard the black prison.Turning to anger, he said that he would send someone from the black prison, but it was not late at night, or late at night.

Believ said angrily: "You tell them to wait until daylight."

Finished.

Believ hung up with a bang.

Listen to the beep.

The leader of the checkpoint was taken aback, and it seemed that the night shift was scheduled.

Put down the phone, walked out of the house, and said loudly to the soldiers: "Patriarch Belif said that he wanted you to wait until dawn. I'll just say, it's so late, how can Patriarch Belif meet outsiders?

Fortunately, he knew that these people were not easy to provoke. He didn't curse, but just sent a few complaints.

Heard this.

The soldier just gave an oh.

Back in the car.

A dozen African guards didn't go back either. They just stared at these three cars, thinking about seeing the dawn, and felt depressed. They had complained a long time ago, but they didn't dare to speak clearly.

Night.

Wind.

The sound of rain.

The sound is heard.

It was just behind this huge noise that a touch of silver flashed in the distant sky. It hovered slowly above the tribe, the bottom opened, and the next moment, a touch of fire flashed in the night sky.

What followed was a roar louder than thunder from a building in the tribe.

The skyrocketing flames.

There is also a vibration like a magnitude five earthquake.

Wake up the entire tribe.

Checkpoint.

Although the distance is limited, the firelight produced by that huge explosion forced through the rain curtain and appeared in their eyes. They knew what direction it was. It was the tribe's ammunition depot.

"what happened?"

Believ was awakened by this man-made earthquake.

Listening to the sound of firecrackers in his ear, Believ's face suddenly changed. Of course he knew what it was. Although the sound of rain was loud, he couldn't hide the unique sound of the bomb.

Believ put on his clothes.

Rushed out.

Saw the soaring flames.

The expression was stunned.

At this moment.

One of his men rushed in.

Hurriedly said: "No, Patriarch Belif, our ammunition depot exploded due to unknown reasons, and the loss is unknown, but looking like that, it is estimated that nothing is left."