Chapter 56 Bloody Bread
Gambia, Africa.
Gambia is located in western Africa, bordering the Atlantic Ocean to the west. It is one of the least developed countries in the world. Its main sources of income are agriculture, such as planting peanuts and corn, and tourism. Gambia has a land area of only more than 10,000 square kilometers and a population of about 1.8 million. The national military force is the government national army, including the navy, with a total of about 1,000 people. It is an Islamic country full of civil unrest.
The civil unrest is mainly caused by the hatred and killing between different ethnic groups. This small country has hundreds of ethnic groups and tribes, including the Mandinka , Fula, Wolof, Jura and Serahuri. The hatred between ethnic groups makes this Islamic country full of violence and killing. They are carrying out jihad, a jihad between Islam and Islam.
The poorer the country, the more chaotic it is. After entering Gambia, the lurkers were attacked several times by unknown factions. These armed forces ranged from dozens to seven or eight people, holding AK-47s, and even many underage children.
When they saw the weapons in the hands of the lurkers, they all chose to retreat. They were violent, but not stupid. They knew what kind of people they could afford to offend and what kind of people they could not afford to offend.
The lurkers entered a small village in Brikama, south of Banjul, the capital of Gambia. The village is not big, less than a thousand square meters, and relies on cotton planting and fishing for a living. But this village is the most lazy and violent place in the whole of Gambia. They are very poor, and some families have only one pair of pants. The reason is that the pitiful corn they planted was taken away by the village ruffians, who only gave them a little money to survive.
When Zhao Ziyang and his group entered the village, the villagers looked at them, but quickly closed their doors and hid in their homes to peek. This is not a tourist area, there are very few foreigners, and there are no fully armed foreigners with guns and ammunition.
However, some children were not afraid of Zhao Ziyang and his friends. These children, with their eyes wide open and their bellies swollen from hunger, would timidly walk up to them and reach out their hands to them.
They are hungry and want food.
Angel felt soft-hearted when she saw this scene. She reached into her backpack and took out a handful of compressed biscuits and chocolates, but this action was stopped by Zhao Ziyang.
Zhao Ziyang held a piece of chocolate in his hand and waved it in front of the child. He knew how tempting such a piece of chocolate would be to the hungry child.
The child stared at the chocolate in front of him, swallowed hard, and then looked at Zhao Ziyang with a face full of desire.
The child knew that if he wanted to get the chocolate, he had to do something for the person in front of him. The villagers were all like this. They would only get food in exchange for doing something.
"I have chocolate." Zhao Ziyang half bent over and tore open the chocolate. He used his hand to blow the aroma of chocolate into the child's nostrils and said to him, "I not only have chocolate, I also have a lot of biscuits and bread. Oh, and US dollars."
Swart, who was standing next to him, took out a $10 bill and waved it in front of the child.
Ten dollars here is enough for a family to eat for half a month. The temptation of US dollars is very great, and the temptation of chocolate is also very great.
"Here you go." Zhao Ziyang handed the chocolate to the child.
The child who grabbed the chocolate looked at Zhao Ziyang with timid eyes, swallowed the chocolate in one gulp, and then showed a eager look again.
“Hahahaha…” Zhao Ziyang laughed loudly, raised the compressed biscuits and chocolate in his hand and said to those who were hiding at home: “I have chocolate, I have biscuits, I have US dollars, if you want…”
After hesitating for a while, the adults who were hiding at home slowly came out and surrounded Zhao Ziyang and his group. Nothing was more tempting to them than food and money. If they were asked to choose, they would choose food without hesitation.
Swart, Omo, Blade and the others immediately formed a circle facing outwards, pointing their guns at the villagers who surrounded them. These villagers would definitely rob when they were hungry, and the guns were the biggest threat to them.
Seeing the guns pointed at them, most of the villagers scattered and locked themselves in their homes again, but a few brave ones did not flee. Their green eyes showed that they were so hungry that they wanted to eat a bite even if they were shot to death immediately.
"Whoever can find the most powerful person in your village will get this biscuit." Zhao Ziyang tore open a piece of compressed biscuit and let the smell spread out.
With a loud bang, the remaining villagers immediately ran desperately towards the north of the village.
"Tsk, Zhao Ziyang, you just like to lie. The compressed biscuits are not delicious at all." The little wild cat pouted, expressing his dissatisfaction and indignation at Zhao Ziyang for taking out the compressed biscuits to tempt people.
This little wild cat has always regarded herself as the one who saved Zhao Ziyang's life, and she has been relying on Zhao Ziyang for life and death. She followed the Lurkers from Afghanistan to Africa and had a lot of fun along the way. Although Angel did not approve her to become a Lurker mercenary, this little wild cat is feared by everyone in the group, and her superb hidden weapons are more powerful than guns.
"But it's a delicacy for them." Zhao Ziyang muttered to himself, watching a group of people rushing over from the north of the village.
There were about 20 to 30 of them, all holding guns, and running towards Zhao Ziyang and his group, led by a young black man wearing sweatpants and leather shoes on the lower body and a tattered suit on the upper body.
"Outsiders, this is my territory, what are you doing here?" The leading black man put his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants, raised his head with a look of smugness.
Behind him, the blacks pointed their rifles at Zhao Ziyang and his men.
"Hahaha..." The little wild cat burst into laughter when he saw the other's incongruous fashionable clothes.
This smile attracted the black leader's attention, and then his eyes lit up and his face showed an obscene expression. He swept his eyes over Angel and the little wild cat one by one, with a murderous look in his eyes. But when he saw the six-barreled heavy machine gun in Omo's hand, he chose to retract his gaze. He still knew whether the other party was powerful or not.
"You," Zhao Ziyang pointed at the black leader and said in an unquestionable tone, "Do your job for me!"
The black leader laughed loudly upon hearing this. He took out a half-smoked cheap cigar from his pocket and put it between his lips and said to Zhao Ziyang, "Why do you want me to do something for you? The Taiwanese pay me $100 a month, and I can smoke a cigar every day. Why do you want me to do something for you?"
Gambia relies heavily on Taiwan, including their naval vessels which were donated by , and Taiwan also gives them money. Taiwanese set up factories and mines here, monopolizing the cotton industry and mines, and using Gambia's extremely cheap labor.
The reason is that Gambia established diplomatic relations with Taiwan on July 13, 1996. One week after establishing diplomatic relations with Taiwan, China announced the termination of diplomatic relations with Gambia.
There are many reasons for this, the most important of which is that Taiwan can give them money. As for the deeper reasons, it is unknown, perhaps it is another kind of political deal made by Taiwan.
Hearing this, everyone laughed.
"Swate." Zhao Ziyang called out Swate.
Swart smiled and took out two hundred-dollar bills and handed them to Zhao Ziyang, then patted his waist bag towards the black leader, indicating that there was still a lot inside.
The black man's eyes gleamed with greed, and he threw the half-smoked cheap cigar in his mouth to the ground.
"Here's two hundred." Zhao Ziyang casually threw two bills on the ground and said to the black leader who squatted down to pick up the money: "Start working immediately."
The black leader, who received two hundred dollars, showed a big smile on his face. He looked at the bills from left to right, and after confirming that they were real, he put the bills in his underwear and waved his hand to signal his men to put down their guns.
"Boss, how can I help you?" The black leader looked respectful.
Now he didn't even look at the two attractive beauties, Angel and Wildcat. Women were worthless compared to money. The boss in front of him was much more generous than the Taiwanese. He asked him to abandon his old boss immediately and choose to follow the new boss.
"Very good." Zhao Ziyang nodded and said to the black leader: "Gather all of you who can fight together."
The black leader who received the order immediately started to work. He took dozens of his men and quickly searched the village. All the men were picked out. A careful count showed that there were as many as two hundred people, including the elderly and children.
He looked ferocious when facing the villagers, but became extremely humble when facing Zhao Ziyang, the God of Wealth.
"Boss, everyone is gathered here." The black leader nodded and bowed, letting Zhao Ziyang take a look.
There were about 200 people, half of them were old and children. But it didn't matter, as long as you were a man here, you were a warrior.
Daofeng handed a suitcase to Zhao Ziyang and threw a large bag from his body on the ground, which looked quite heavy.
With a snap, Zhao Ziyang opened the suitcase, revealing stacks of US dollars inside. These US dollars were all in ten-dollar bills, with a hundred bills in a stack, so such a large box would only contain about 100,000 US dollars.
The originally restless villagers immediately quieted down when they saw so many dazzling US dollars, and their eyes all emitted a look of desire.
The belt on the big bag was also untied, and the black bread inside rolled out from the bag, igniting the villagers' thirst to the extreme.
"Can you fight?" Zhao Ziyang asked loudly.
This is nonsense. As long as these people can hold a gun, they will fight. Whether it is fighting between armed factions or fighting between races, as long as they are men, they will fight.
"Listen." Zhao Ziyang took out a stack of US dollars and said to the villagers in front of him, "As long as you help me, each person will get ten dollars plus a piece of black bread."
The villagers became quiet, not because they were unwilling, but because they were waiting for Zhao Ziyang to tell them to do something so that they could get ten dollars and a piece of black bread as soon as possible. Not to mention ten dollars, they would be willing to do it even if it was just a piece of black bread that was too hard to chew.
Some women opened their doors and stood in the team. More women came out of their homes and stood in the team. In a short period of time, all the women, children, the elderly and the young in the village who were able to hold weapons stood in the team.
"Very good." Zhao Ziyang nodded, turned around, took out a US dollar bill, handed it to the black leader and asked, "Are there any Taiwanese here?"
The black man, who got the money again, nodded vigorously and pointed to the east of the village and said, "There is a factory there, and the people working in the factory are Taiwanese."
"Very good." Zhao Ziyang smiled and said to the villagers, "There is a Taiwanese factory to the east. Go and kill all the people inside, then come back to claim your money and bread."
The crowd rioted instantly and rushed eastward, not even taking sticks with them, and ran towards the Taiwanese factory in the east.
"Kill them all and get bread! Kill them all and get bread! ..."
Slogans rang out from the rioting crowd, and they had only one thought in their minds: kill them all, so that they can get bread!
