The Macaron's car drove slowly over, and it was slow because the Macaron could not stand and could only sit there. His body was completely paralyzed from his chest facing down, and he grabbed the specially welded handrail in front of him with both hands and sat on the seat.

The jeep slowly stopped, Macaron took off the sunglasses on his face and locked his eyes on Xiao Yuanchao.

"Meet again." Macaron made a calm voice.

His body was paralyzed, and he was much more calm than before. His face began to become vicissitudes, and his eyes began to exude wisdom. When these two auras were mixed together, the macaron's previous voice changed and became calm.

This is precipitation, and no one knows how the macaron came after being paralyzed. He may face rebellion, internal power seizure, assassination, etc.

After all, in African society, people advocate strong people. Perhaps the intact macaron is very strong, and no one in the Liberal Party can disobey him. But when he is paralyzed, it is equivalent to rolling down from the altar.

Now the macaron sits here intact, wearing a well-fitting suit, with meticulous hair tidy, clean nails, and a clean and refreshing breath all over his body.

He is also Marshal Macaron and leader of the Somalia Liberal Party.

"Master Macaron." Xiao Yuanchao nodded at Macaron and smiled: "I've met again and look good."

"Haha, it's okay. Forgive me for not getting out of the car, because I was hit by you back then, so I can only sit in a wheelchair for the rest of my life." Macaron squinted his eyes gently and continued: "I have lived a very uncomfortable life in the past two years, just like a lion has lost its strong limbs, you will never understand that feeling."

It was still a calm and powerful voice, but this voice was filled with indescribable pain. The pain was very deep, just like a lion on the grassland staring at the endless vast and silent wounds after his limbs were broken.

I want to stand up, but I can never stand up.

"So you are taking revenge?" Xiao Yuanchao stared at the macaron.

"Yes, I'm taking revenge." Macaron took out a cigar and held it in his mouth to light it.

"Shit..."

The tobacco burned and made a hissing sound.

The macaron sitting there smoking a cigar is like a master, and the lives of these people are in his hands.

But in fact, he is the master, with dozens of guns aiming at Xiao Yuanchao and his group, as well as the large-caliber heavy machine guns on the car. As long as he shoots a group, no one can escape.

"Revenge is right, but are you sure you can kill us?" Xiao Yuanchao looked fierce and said to Macaron: "Don't smoke cigars in front of me. What I don't like most is to see others in front of me. If you think you can kill us, then start. But I can guarantee that you will die today!"

This is a harsh word, but it is definitely not a harsh word of harshness. Revenge has arrived, and even if you die, you have to kill the macaron.

Although there are so many guns, killing macarons only requires one move. Xiao Yuanchao will use his body to form a barrier to block Li Linglong, and Li Linglong will complete the killing attack!

This can be successful, it can be successful.

"Master Macaron, I will give you a suggestion." Marcus said, "The former hatred has ended, and the matter itself has arisen because of you. Don't be stubborn, we should solve this problem in a peaceful way. Believe me, when your tribe is homeless, the Angel Rescue Station will open the door to you, and in fact we have always opened the door to everyone."

This is Marcus's advantage, he has established credibility in Kenya. Everyone will regard his Angel Rescue Station as the last resort, no matter which unilateral armed organization is.

It is precisely because of this that Marcus has a very important voice here.

"Oh? What can you give? Three meals a day to survive? Hahaha..." Macaron shook his head and smiled: "Mr. Godfather, many things are not as simple as you think."

After saying this, Macaron raised his right hand gently.

As he raised his right hand, all the people were on guard, waiting for his right hand to fall. When it fell, gunfire would burst, turning Xiao Yuanchao and other people into flesh paste.

"Don't be impulsive, killing us will not do you any good. Listen to me, Marshal Macaron. We can have a good talk and a good discussion. I swear with my credibility."

"Talk? Is there anything to talk about? Do I need to talk to you?" Macaron suddenly showed anger and whispered loudly: "Do you know how I got through these years? Do you know how much I paid for it? You saved my life back then, but I want to be shot to death! Our home was destroyed, and the ground was covered with corpses and blood everywhere. Do you still need to talk between you and me? If you could have given me weapons and equipment, then we would not be like this!"

Macaron became excited, grabbed the handle tightly, and the blue veins on his forehead swelled up, and kept roaring.

"My mother died, my father died, and my two children died. Tell me who will pay for this death? All I wanted back then was weapons. With weapons, we can protect our homeland; without weapons, we are the lambs that can be slaughtered!"

"But when you have weapons, do you want to kill others?" Marcus said earnestly: "I know this is a war that cannot be stopped, but there are too many killings..."

"Shut up your mouth, I don't care how many others die or hurt. I just need to care how many we die or hurt!" Macaron interrupted Marcus's words with gritted teeth: "Remember where this is, this is Africa, Kenya, and one of the most severe countries in the genocide. Somalia is even more chaotic than here. Villages are destroyed every day, and a large number of people die every day!"

Macarons talked about the cruelty here, fighting everywhere, and villages were destroyed everywhere. Genocide-style massacres, conflicts that could never stop!

"Don't talk nonsense, if you kill it, then start!" Xiao Yuanchao interrupted Macaron and yelled at him: "Don't tell me your suffering, because it's worthless to me. War never believes in tears, it only believes in butcher's knife. Macaron, you have to die today, I will throw the words here now. When you want to kill us, it will be your death!"

Arrogant, domineering, and confident. Faced with so many guns, Xiao Yuanchao did not even have any birds.

If he had to die here, he would pull out a cushion anyway.
Chapter completed!