war contractor

Chapter 225
Taylor was sitting in front of the dining table, watching TV. An old broken TV was broadcasting news. Although he was a warlord and a general, Africa was too poor, and the general's quality of life was also very poor.

From time to time, there will be snowflake screens on the TV, but there is still a stubborn voice. A government military official made a speech, saying that within three months, the rebellion in southern Namibia will be completely put down.

"Oh!" Taylor snorted coldly, picked up a cup of coffee and took a sip. His greatest joy every day was to quietly watch the government army pretend to be aggressive. It has been five or six years since he occupied Gibeon alone. Years have been clamoring to take back Gibeon, but in reality?Every year there is loud thunder and little rain.

After breakfast, Taylor stretched, then slowly stood up, and looked around: "Is there any news from Farah? Who is going to kill me!"

Taylor doesn't care much about Yu Zhi doing them now, and what he cares most about now is who is going to kill him, and actually commits an assassination, so yesterday, Taylor even asked someone to check in Gibeon, and only dared to go back after making sure it was safe. Go to sleep in your own room.

"I still can't get in touch, I call every 10 minutes, and there is no news!"

After hearing the reply from his subordinates, Taylor was stunned for a moment. He had some vague premonition in his heart, but he didn't express it. He stroked his chin, thought for a while, and then slowly stood up: "Keep fighting, What are your plans for today!"

"You need to go to the barracks to inspect it, and the government troops have begun to gather again, and they are preparing for some actions. I heard that they are going to take back Jibion ​​again!"

Taylor laughed and stretched out his hands. Immediately, a servant came behind him and put a big red robe on Taylor. Someone moved the mirror in front of Taylor. After looking at himself in the mirror, Taylor made a pistol aim Then, with a pop in his mouth, he raised his finger, very satisfied with his shape.

"Don't worry about them from the government army. When they call, let's talk about it. I'll go around the barracks and tell Maka and them that I'm going to get together with them recently to discuss how to take down Wenzhou." After Dehok, who will be the president!"

"Alright General, I'll contact you right away!"

After Taylor got dressed, he took his hand stick and walked towards the gate. This hand stick was given to him by one of his German partners. It is said that it was a hand stick once owned by a German marshal, and it was very valuable.

But if Yu Zhiqian took it over to take a look, he would definitely throw it aside casually. Obviously, this thing is like the Balala Magic Fairy Transformer bought in the Yiwu Small Commodity Market in China. Of course, the workmanship is not bad, at least it can Fudge Taylor.

There is one thing to say, white people have done too many disgusting things in Africa, and they have their own bad tastes. For example, a white businessman once gave a medal to the leader of the African country of Chad, saying that it was a medal from their country, but in fact This thing is an identification device worn by death row prisoners in the Middle Ages. Later, this thing was exhibited in a museum. After being recognized, the farce ended.

Taylor cherishes this handcuff very much, and he will carry it with him at any time. He thinks this thing will indicate that he will become a marshal in the future. He doesn't know where Germany is, but he asked someone to find out what a marshal is, and he can command generals. Satisfied with this statement and position, he even wanted to call himself Marshal, but finally gave up.

Yu Zhiqian lay behind the window and kept observing the situation of Taylor's mansion through the binoculars. When he suddenly saw two cars driving from the parking lot next to the door, he knew that Taylor was about to come out.

Yu Zhigan pointed his gun at the gate, and waited with all his concentration. He had been waiting for this moment for too long. This time, he must not let this damned guy live in this world.

"General, Captain Farr wants to replenish some ammunition. They have consumed a lot of bullets in the previous battle! There are also several consortiums that support us who want to buy some of the minerals of Hoops, but the price they offered It's not very high!"

The assistant followed Taylor, and kept reminding Taylor of some things as he moved forward. Being a warlord is very troublesome. At least there will be various things every day. Taylor controls nearly one-tenth of Namibia's territory, and there is no one to support him. Certainly not.

The people behind support Taylor just to make money. As long as Taylor lacks money and weapons, the minerals in Taylor’s hands will be sold at the price of cabbage, or even lower. White people are still exploiting black people, but their methods have become more covert. .

"Tell them what we want, as long as these things are brought, the mines will be developed for them, who else wants weapons and ammunition? Tell them, it's okay to want weapons and ammunition, go and fight Windhoek for me!"

Taylor walked out while talking. When he was standing at the door, he suddenly thought of something. He stood there and looked back at his room. There was an idea in his mind not to go out, but he thought about it for a long time. It didn't occur to me what I forgot.

"Let's go!"

Taylor waved his hand lightly, raised the cloak behind him, and walked out of his room door. When Taylor stepped out of the room on two legs and stood in the sun, he suddenly saw countless people standing in front of him. people who were killed by him.

Immediately afterwards, Taylor felt his body fall uncontrollably to the side, and there was a severe pain in his chest, followed by a dull gunshot, and he was assassinated. Is this the feeling of being shot?

At the moment of death, countless thoughts flashed through Taylor's mind. The last thought was who was going to kill me. When he fell to the ground, he turned his head abruptly and looked in the direction of the shooting.

Three seconds ago, Yu Zhiqian saw Taylor, but most of Taylor's body hadn't been exposed, and Yu Zhigan didn't shoot. The moment Taylor walked out of the room, Yu Zhiqian could be sure that this guy was the guy he wanted to avenge, that Taylor.

The red cloak, the handcuff of the show bag, these are all what the broker told Yu Zhiqian, and Yu Zhiqian remembered that he had met Taylor once, and he was also wearing a red cloak.

When Taylor walked out of the room, exposed to the sun, and his whole body was under Yu Zhigan's gun, Yu Zhigan moved, only his fingers moved slightly, and he pulled the trigger.

AWM's unique Magnum bullet was shot out of the gun, carrying Yu Zhiqian's endless anger for the past two years, and shot through Taylor's body.

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