Chapter 94 Trust
Mekaler stayed at Karen's place for the whole afternoon, and left at around eight o'clock in the evening, feeling very satisfied. In the following days, the two of them would always find a way to hang out together, and it seemed that they were really in love.
Karen tasted Mekale's lion-like majesty, which she would never experience with Yahya; Mekale enjoyed the woman that only the president could enjoy, and the strong stimulation made him unable to stop.
As for Yahya who was far away in Libya, he had no reaction after receiving the video, and did not even mention it to anyone. He continued to visit Libya with a smile on his face until he returned five days later.
"This is a very good film. If it is processed and sold commercially, it will definitely make a lot of money." Swart joked with a smile on his face, pointing at Mekale and Karen who were entangled on the screen.
It must be said that Mekale's vigorous energy is indeed incomparable to that of ordinary people, which can be seen from Karen's unbearable moans. The most interesting thing is that the two of them kept trying various movements, and some of them were quite difficult.
"I want to make a copy to keep for myself, hahaha..." Daofeng laughed, staring at the screen with great interest, and constantly making some gestures.
The lurker is naturally the director who directed all this. He has done a lot of preparation to deal with Mekale, and now it is time to close the net.
With a "click", the computer screen was turned off by Zhao Ziyang who walked in. He had no interest in Mekaler's performance. He always felt that it was just a pair of donkeys mating. There was nothing interesting to watch, not as good as some movies from the island countries.
"Hey, hey, hey, boss, why are you turning it off? Someone with a spear will come from behind soon!" Blade shouted dissatisfiedly.
"If you're not satisfied, I can let you penetrate Karen with your long spear." Zhao Ziyang smiled, clapped his hands and said, "Okay, stop playing. Yahya will be returning to China tomorrow. We should do something."
Hearing what Zhao Ziyang said, the Gun Ghost opened his mouth and smiled, revealing his snow-white teeth.
"Boss, Yahya is really able to keep his composure. Seeing his little girl hanging out with his general, he didn't even lose his temper. He was having fun in Libya. Haha..."
"Gun Ghost." Swart patted Gun Ghost on the shoulder and said, "Yahya is not an idiot. After all, he is the president of a country."
"Yeah, I've always thought Yahya was a sinister guy, but it's a pity for Karen. This girl is really hot. If... hehe..."
The gun ghost licked his lips and looked at Zhao Ziyang with a gleam in his eyes. His desire was so strong that one could imagine it with his butt.
"You have no share in this woman." Zhao Ziyang smiled at the Gun Ghost and said, "She has been a sacrifice from the beginning, and the most important chess piece, so don't even think about it, hehe."
"NO! NO! NO!" Gun Ghost waved his hands and said to Zhao Ziyang, "Whether this girl lives or dies is none of my business. What I feel bad about is the jewels I gave her. If possible, I want to take them back. She can't use them anyway."
The jewelry given away is worth millions of dollars. After Karen's death, who knows who will take it away. Although high investment means high returns, there are still many things worth millions of dollars. Gun Ghost still values them very much.
"Haha, if you have a way, just go and recycle it. It will be your and Swart's reward for your work in Gambia. It's at your disposal."
"Yeah!" The Gun Ghost jumped up excitedly. This was the sentence he was waiting for.
With Zhao Ziyang's permission, he could use the money to find a woman who was ten times better than Karen, and he could easily keep an African Miss World for a week.
"By the way." Zhao Ziyang pointed at Gun Ghost and Swart and said, "Yahya will be back tomorrow. We will stay here for the time being. We will not go to either the Marine Corps or the Foreign Legion."
"Understood!" The mercenaries agreed in unison.
There is no need for them to go now. It is best to leave the power of the army to Mekale at this time, otherwise it will be meaningless.
At this time, Mekale seemed to have heard the news. He was busy organizing his own troops and anxiously waiting for Yahya's return.
The next morning at ten o'clock, Yahya returned home. At ten-twenty, Mekale, who came to greet him, was called to Yahya's office to ask about his situation in the country during his absence.
The presidential palace was full of Yahya's bodyguards, but the presidential palace was surrounded and protected by Mekale's marines. This scene seemed to be nothing wrong, but many people could clearly smell something different.
"My dear cousin, please sit down." Yahya asked Mekale to sit on the sofa with a smile on his face, and said to Mekale without any grudge: "It has been several decades since we conquered Gambia, right?"
"Not bad." Mekale nodded with a smile on his face.
"Yeah, very good." Yahya nodded, waved to Karen and said, "Baby, pour us two cups of coffee."
Karen, who looked obviously flustered, hurried to pour coffee for the two of them and made a deep eye contact with Mekale.
Yahya noticed this action, but he did not show any extra expression and still had a smile on his face.
"My dear cousin, you have helped me stabilize Gambia over the years. Without you, I guarantee that my position as president would not be so stable." Yahya said to Mekale sincerely. He touched Karen who was carrying coffee and licked his lips and said, "I gave you rights, soldiers, and a status that others could not reach. So you have power, money, force, and women. You are the happiest person, but you did one thing wrong."
As soon as the words came out, Mekale's eyes suddenly showed a stern light, because he saw Yahya slowly opening the drawer. Almost at the same moment, Mekale's right hand twitched violently, wanting to take out the saber hidden close to his body to take the initiative.
However, what Yahya took out from the drawer was a cigar and a cigar cutter. He used the cigar cutter to carefully cut two high-quality cigars and threw one to Mekale, then hung it in his mouth and lit it with Karen's help.
"Puff", a puff of smoke came out of Yahya's mouth. He looked at Karen who was wearing a sexy professional dress and smiled. He reached out and hugged Karen, letting her sit on his lap, and then...
With a "swish", the sharp cigar cutter cut through Karen's carotid artery without warning, severing the artery.
"Puff..." Blood spurted out and sprayed onto the large office desk.
"Ah!" Karen's eyes were filled with fear. She tried desperately to stand up from Yahya's legs and wanted to run towards Mekale who was sitting on the sofa, but she found that her hair was grabbed by Yahya, and at the same time a piece of white cloth was wrapped around her neck, circle by circle, until her face was also wrapped around it.
At this moment, Karen saw Yahya's ferocious eyes and despair rose in her heart. She expected the lion-like man to rescue her from Yahya's hands, but expectation was just expectation, and she didn't wait.
Blood soaked the white cloth. Karen, who had lost a lot of blood, opened her tightly wrapped mouth wide to call out, but all she could make was a whimper. Her beautiful big eyes lost their luster as the blood flowed, and eventually turned black and white.
"Plop", Karen's body was thrown heavily aside by Yahya, becoming a gorgeous corpse.
Mekale watched quietly as Yahya killed Karen. There was no emotion on his face, nor did he show any psychological action. It seemed that he only saw a stranger, not the woman who allowed him to take advantage of her.
"No." Yahya, who killed Karen, shook his head, wiped his hands and said to Mekale: "Dear cousin, you did nothing wrong. It was this woman who did something wrong. She betrayed me and tried to stir up the relationship between us brothers. Damn it."
Mekale still had no expression. He stared at Yahya, who also had no expression. The two men fell into a strange silence.
The silence was short-lived, and it was Mekale who broke it.
“Cousin, I’m very sorry, I, I…” Mekale’s face showed deep remorse, and he seemed to find it difficult to face Yahya.
Karen was Yahya's woman, and he played with Yahya's woman, which was equivalent to playing with his cousin's wife. But Yahya did not blame him, on the contrary, he looked at things from a broader perspective, and everything was Karen's fault.
"Dear cousin." Yahya stood up and shook his head gently. He said to Mekale earnestly, "If you need a woman, you can tell me. I will give it to you no matter what woman it is. But you must understand the relationship between us. Too many people want to stir up conflicts between us, because once there is a conflict between us, it will give others an opportunity to take advantage of it. For example, this woman wants to stir up conflicts between us brothers. Do you understand?"
Mekale nodded, agreeing with Yahya's words.
"Okay, we'll just be more careful next time." Yahya smiled at Mekale and clenched his fists and said, "No one and nothing can make us enemies, because as long as we stand together firmly, Gambia will always be ours."
Mekale also raised his fist and bumped it with Yahya's fist. Then he crawled on the ground and kissed Yahya's toes to show his loyalty to Yahya.
There seemed to be nothing more to say. The person who created the conflict was dead, and the relationship between them was as solid as a rock, and nothing could break it.
Mekale led the soldiers back to the base, and Yahya's bodyguards breathed a sigh of relief. The oppression in the presidential palace was also relieved as Karen's body was disposed of. Those politicians who were ready to make a move were more or less disappointed, but there was no way, Yahya always trusted his cousin.
A week later, Yahya went abroad again and handed over power to Mekale to show his absolute trust in Mekale.
Two days after Yahya went abroad, a military coup against him broke out. With the support of the Foreign Legion, Mekale's marines shot and killed all those who supported Yahya and attacked the presidential palace, intending to replace him.
Zhao Ziyang once said to him: I support you.
