Chapter 57 Desire to Survive
Not long after, a group of villagers who killed for bread came back. There was a brutality in them. This brutality was the result of survival, desire and struggle.
The few people running in the front were covered in blood, holding several bloody heads in their hands.
"Bread! I want bread! I want US dollars!" The villagers shouted like thugs and instantly surrounded Zhao Ziyang and his group.
They had finished what they were asked to do, and now it was time to fulfill their promise. The villagers who had just killed someone stared at Zhao Ziyang. If he dared to go back on his word, they would rush up without hesitation even in the face of so many guns.
This is a contract of transaction, and the contract is sacred to them.
"Blade." Zhao Ziyang shouted.
Blade at the side grabbed a piece of black bread with a smile on his face and said to the villagers: "Women and children line up in pairs, men line up in a row, there will be bread and US dollars, haha..."
The villagers immediately formed two teams, one to receive bread and the other to receive $10 from Swart. They did not rob, as this was what they deserved, and the rest did not belong to them unless there was another trade.
It didn't take long before bread and US dollars were distributed to everyone. They looked at Zhao Ziyang with gratitude in their eyes, as if Zhao Ziyang and his group were their true gods.
Zhao Ziyang gestured to put away the remaining half box of US dollars, walked to a few bloody heads and kicked them lightly with his boots, and saw clearly that they were indeed oriental faces.
"Zhao Ziyang!" The little wildcat roared, and she yelled at Zhao Ziyang in anger: "How could you let these people kill us Chinese?"
Hearing the roar of the little wild cat, Zhao Ziyang slowly turned around with a sneer on his lips.
"When did the Taiwanese admit that they are Chinese? The people who were killed are Taiwanese. Please don't be so wishful and insist that Taiwanese are Chinese, because they themselves don't admit it."
Facing Zhao Ziyang's rebuttal, the little wildcat opened her mouth but could not speak, but her heart was still full of anger. She had to admit that what Zhao Ziyang said was true. Taiwanese people only admit that they are Taiwanese and never admit that they are Chinese, as if admitting that they are Chinese is a very shameful thing. Saying that Taiwanese people are Chinese is just wishful thinking.
Of course there are some who admit that they are Chinese. The vast majority are those who migrated to Taiwan after 1949. This proportion is very small and is decreasing little by little with the passage of time.
The little wild cat took out an apple sullenly and started to eat it, while staring at Zhao Ziyang's back with murderous eyes.
At this time, a black man with a gun walked over and seemed to have something to say to Zhao Ziyang, but was a little hesitant.
"What do you want to say?" Zhao Ziyang asked.
"I, I want more US dollars!" The black man mustered up the courage to stare at the suitcase in Swart's hand, swallowed his saliva and continued, "If you can give me a hundred, no, fifty US dollars..."
With a "swish", five bills were thrown at the black man.
"Speak!" Zhao Ziyang stared at the other person.
The black man carefully hid the five banknotes on his body and said to Zhao Ziyang: "Mopti helped the Taiwanese escape. He didn't come with us."
Hearing this, Zhao Ziyang looked around and did not see the black leader. He immediately realized that the Taiwanese must have given him more money.
"Hahaha... Not bad, not bad!" Zhao Ziyang patted the black man on the shoulder and asked, "What's your name?"
"Buku."
"Very good." Zhao Ziyang nodded and said with a smile: "Buku, are you willing to come with us to capture Mopti and the Taiwanese?"
"Money! I want money!" Buku stretched out his right hand.
As long as you pay them, they will do anything for you. Killing people is just a trivial matter for them.
Another five ten-dollar bills were thrown to Buku. After receiving the money, Buku immediately waved to the other black men with guns, and took Zhao Ziyang and his group to chase the black leader.
The group passed through the east side of the village and soon caught up with Mopti and the Taiwanese businessman.
Seeing the people chasing them, Mopti cursed Buku and others loudly and pointed his gun at Buku, hoping to use his remaining power to intimidate his people. But it was useless. Buku and his people no longer recognized this leader because the leader had betrayed them.
Infuriated, Mopti raised his gun and shot at Buku.
"boom!"
The gunshot rang out, and Blade blew gently on his pistol, then put the pistol into the holster in a cool manner.
The shot hit the rifle in Mopti's hand, directly sending the rifle flying.
This pistol technique changed the expressions of Buku and others who were looking at Blade, and they became very admiring and fearful.
"Buku, go and kill Mopti. Kill him, and all the money he has will be yours." Zhao Ziyang raised his head towards Buku and made a promise to him.
Mopti was supposed to belong to Zhao Ziyang, who bought it with his own money, and Buku had no right to touch the money on him. But now that Zhao Ziyang had said so, he was naturally very excited, because he had seen with his own eyes that Mopti had received two hundred US dollars, which was a huge sum of money.
Mopti's face changed, and the faces of the Taiwanese who fled with him also changed.
A long knife appeared in Buku's hand, and he rushed towards Mopti with a ferocious look on his face, swinging the knife fiercely.
"Puff", a stream of blood spurted out, Mopti's neck was cut off by Buku's knife, and the whole person fell limply to the ground.
Buku, who had killed his leader, did not stop, he used a knife to cut off Mopti's head from his shoulders, and then cut off Mopti's genitals. He held the head high and stuffed the genitals into his waist.
"Ahhhh..." Buku let out loud howling sounds, letting the blood dripping from the ground under his head that was raised high stain his head and face.
The rest of the blacks bowed down to Buku and recognized him as the new leader.
"How barbaric." Omo shook his head and glanced at Zhao Ziyang.
"It's not that my balls are broken now, it's that I have no balls anymore." Blade winked at Omo and teased him.
Omo glared at Blade fiercely, gasped and turned his head away.
Buku on this side had already turned Mopti's body over, and finally took off the clothes from the corpse and put them on himself, with a very happy look on his face.
"Mercy, mercy, please spare my life." The Taiwanese begged Zhao Ziyang in broken Mandarin. He took out money in fear and said to Zhao Ziyang, "I'll give you money, one hundred dollars, oh no, two hundred dollars, no no no, one thousand dollars! For the sake of us being Chinese, can you spare my life?"
The Taiwanese man took out a handful of US dollars and knelt down in front of Zhao Ziyang when his life was threatened.
"Haha, okay, but you have to answer me a question." Zhao Ziyang said with a smile.
As soon as they saw there was hope of survival, the Taiwanese immediately nodded vigorously.
"Do you know who is China's national leader?" Zhao Ziyang asked while squatting in front of the Taiwanese man.
“I know, I know, I know, I know…” The Taiwanese wiped the sweat from their foreheads and kept saying that they knew, but they just couldn’t say it out loud.
"Okay, let me ask you another question. Do you think the Diaoyu Islands belong to China or Taiwan?"
"Taiwanese!"
This sentence came out of his mouth without any hesitation. But after saying this sentence, the Taiwanese people realized that they had said the wrong thing, a big mistake.
After asking, Zhao Ziyang turned to look at the little wild cat with a smile on his face.
"Hmph!" The little wild cat snorted heavily and turned his head away from Zhao Ziyang and the Taiwanese man.
It was obvious that the little wild cat really had nothing to say this time, so she turned her head away angrily and ignored him.
"Forget it, I'll spare your life since you can speak Mandarin, but you have to pay to buy it." Zhao Ziyang's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a very beautiful smile.
Upon hearing that he could buy his life with money, the Taiwanese man immediately handed all the money in his hand to Zhao Ziyang with a pitiful look on his face.
"No, no, no, don't treat me like those Gambians. One thousand US dollars? You are insulting me. Remember, only when you are alive can you have everything. If you die, you will have nothing. Think it through." There was a strong temptation in Zhao Ziyang's words, teaching the other party that life is precious .
The Taiwanese suddenly came to his senses and realized that what he wanted was his life, not his money. Thinking of this, he immediately took out a checkbook from his pocket and handed it to Zhao Ziyang with both hands.
"All of them are stamped and signed. They are Swiss, Swiss, Swiss bank drafts."
Zhao Ziyang smiled and reached out to take the checkbook, but before he even touched it, a pair of hands reached out to take it. Zhao Ziyang could only express his helplessness to the owner of these hands, as all his money was withheld by Angel, who was simply a housekeeper.
Angel took the checkbook, opened it and looked at it, nodded at Zhao Ziyang, and put it in her arms.
"Okay, you can go." Zhao Ziyang patted the Taiwanese man's shoulder, indicating that he could leave.
After getting Zhao Ziyang's permission, the Taiwanese immediately put the money in his arms and ran forward. He had to get away from this damn place and go to Banjul, the capital of Gambia, and then find the Gambian government to arrest and shoot these bandits.
"Boss, are we letting them go now?" Swart asked Zhao Ziyang curiously. He felt that letting them go was not a good idea.
Zhao Ziyang patted Swart on the shoulder and shouted to Buku and his group, "What would you do if you had money in front of you? Would you let it slip away from you?"
This sentence reminded Buku and his gang that they would never let the money slip away, not even a penny.
"Da da da..." Dozens of rifles fired at the same time, instantly turning the Taiwanese people into sieves.
"Ahhhhhhhh..." These people shouted excitedly and rushed towards the bodies of the Taiwanese with their guns waved.
When they returned, the Taiwanese were lying naked in a pool of blood, without even a pair of underwear left. Finished underwear was considered a good thing in the eyes of these people, and they would never let it go if they came across it.
A group of savages, a group of savages who have to be savage in order to survive.
