Along the way, I looked at the road in the jungle that was quite spacious, but the road was a little bumpy. The black man with a Beret finally looked a little relaxed. He looked at me for a while and asked me something.

"He asked you what you were looking at." Qiao Qiao translated it to me.

"You ask him, what else is there to look good here besides the trees?" I said lightly.

After Qiao Qiao translated, the black man smiled at him with a big mouth, and then he spoke quickly. Qiao Qiao frowned and whispered: "He said that it was not safe at the airport just now, but he was not hostile to you. You are the distinguished guest of General Junta."

"Unsafe?" I also frowned.

Then the big black man told me that he seemed to be saying that some hostile mercenaries were making trouble recently, and they had already killed two of them.

The car drove for about half an hour and arrived at the campsite.

By the way, General Qianta did not see me in the capital of their country. The place where he returned was in the diamond mine he controlled! It was far away from the civilized world, and there were only jungles, wilderness, wild animals... and danger!

In front of us was a low building made of simple board structures, as if it had formed a small village. When our convoy drove in from one end, countless black children immediately ran back and forth and shouted. Most of these black and thin children were shabby, and some were not even wearing clothes, looking at us with pairs of black and bright eyes. However, there were also some slightly older children who looked at us at most at least fourteen or fifteen years old, but were wearing tattered military uniforms, with cigarettes in their mouths and long spears hanging on their shoulders...

Boy Scouts?

I sighed.

Most of the villages and towns are filled with women, elderly and children. There are almost no middle-aged men, and these women and children are all thin and pitiful. I feel like I am coming to a refugee camp...

When the car drove into the village, the driver had no intention of slowing down and rushed in almost like flying. He almost hit the surrounding children several times, and the driver just laughed all the way, honking the horn hard, and continued to step on the accelerator and drove down.

"It's like a wild place." Qiao Qiao bit her lip. Then, her face suddenly changed and she screamed in a low voice: "Ah!!"

As she looked at her, we finally passed through the village and town. In front of us was the entrance to a camp, holding black soldiers who were robbed at the door. There was a row of shelves next to the wooden fence gate!

That's the gallows!

I saw corpses hanging on two gallows. The bodies had already rotted under the scorching sun. The buzzing flies were spinning around. The corpses could no longer see their original appearance, as if they were just two piles of rotten meat hanging there! And on the ground, there were blood stains that had turned into black on the beach...

The soldiers around were all cold-faced, as if they were used to such scenes, while Qiao Qiao's face was pale. Finally, she couldn't help but vomited. I quickly put the poster on her shoulder and turned her face to the side.

I sighed and whispered: "I told you not to come!"

In fact, when I was in Cairo, I was going to keep Qiao Qiao at Ren Lei and his camp. Ren Lei also suggested that I let Qiao Qiao stay. But the female bandit refused to do so and insisted on following me. Finally, Ren Lei told me that there would be no danger in danger. I was just worried that after I arrived at that place, some things would be more shocking, especially girls, who might feel uncomfortable.

Obviously, it turns out to be so.

The entire campground is very large. I finally saw what the diamond mine is like that is about to belong to me or partly me.

A hillside that looked like a crater was a digging gap in the middle. On the surrounding hillside, many black soldiers were patrolling back and forth with dignified guns.

Just below, there were about hundreds of male black men working hard. They were all naked, revealing their thin bodies, like refugees in famine. Many of them had whip marks on their bodies. Just outside the mine, under the protection of a group of soldiers holding guns, several tables were placed, and some people were checking the ores handed over by the mines.

They seemed to calculate according to the amount of ore. I saw some black miners holding a lot of fists-sized ore... I don't know how many diamonds it contains, but at least what I saw was... the mine collector took the ore and threw it into a basket on a scale. He glanced at it, then waved his hand quickly, and then a soldier pushed the miner and threw it to him a ball of black stuff, as if it was food? Or something else?

Oh, there seem to be a few coins.

That's all!

As soon as our convoy entered the camp, he stopped to walk. While walking, I couldn't help but look at the miners. Their faces were all numb and their eyes were also numb. Those parties were waiting to exchange ores for food and coins for the ore, like a group of sheep, and the soldiers on the supervision site next to me were constantly sweeping around with their gloomy eyes.

Suddenly, I heard a scream, and then I saw two supervisors rushing into the crowd, quickly grabbed a miner, dragged him out, and threw him on the open space. Then, the two of them didn't say anything, and directly took the whip and whipped it hard.

I couldn't help but frown, but Jojo had already asked the black man wearing a Beret hat: "What's going on?" She spoke in French, but after she finished speaking, she translated one sentence to me.

"Stealing mines often happens... These damn pig tricks, they can feed him and let them work, and they dare to steal the general's mine!"

I suddenly felt uncomfortable when I looked at these miners who were almost completely covered in clothes.

Is this the mine I want to buy?

I calculated the annual income of tens of millions of dollars before I came... was it produced under such circumstances?

"The general is there!" Beret whispered, and then led me over as the leader.

After Qiao Qiao's reminder, I understood what he said. Looking around, I saw a group of black soldiers surrounded a man in a shed next to the mine.

This man is indeed the General Junta who I have seen the photos! But he looks a little fatter and bloated than in the photos!

The awning was covered with military canvas. On the chair below, the squinted tower leaned there, squinted his eyes. His body was not as strong and fierce as the leopard in the photo, but was as fat as a rich man. However, a hint of cold front appeared from time to time in his squinted eyes.

What surprised me was that in such a nearly wild place, the general of the Tramp Tower was actually wearing a snow-white shirt, and the style of the shirt was obviously from the hands of famous Italian masters... I remember George Clooney had one piece in a slight way, and it seemed to be worth tens of thousands of dollars.

The general leaned on the chair, holding a whip in one hand, gently patting it in his hand. After I walked over, he still leaned on the chair. He listened to the Beret whispering something to him.

I felt as if I was being looked at by a wild beast, and he was like a lion in the wilderness ready to tear his prey at any time. Such a gaze enveloped me for about half a minute.

Then he stood up and handed the whip to the guards beside him: "Hello, are you Mr. Chen?"

He actually spoke English! This surprised me a little. Although his pronunciation was not standard, I could still understand it.

Then he took two steps towards me. I was about to meet him, but I heard a low roar of a beast from beside me!

I was startled! Looking to the left, I saw a strong beast lying under the pergola! Is it a... lion?

Hell! That's really a lion! Although it looks a little smaller, it's a young lion, but judging from its size and fangs exposed by its mouth, it's easy for such a guy to tear apart an adult!

A chain hung on the lion's head. When he saw me walking towards the trapped tower, it roared hostilely.

"Shut up. Don't scare my guests." Junta laughed deliberately, and then he even stopped the soldiers next to him who were about to come up to search for me, but hugged me enthusiastically.

Looking at the treacherous tower at close range, I found that this guy was probably much corrupt after becoming the head of state. His face was bloated and he was not as heroic as in the photo. Especially his lips, he seemed to have two fat sausages on his face...

"Hello General Junta." I tried not to see the lion next to me: "I'm very happy to see you. I think you already know my purpose."

"Of course. I'm very happy to talk about business with my Chinese friends." Qianta laughed loudly.

And at this moment, screams came from a distance in a very disharmonious way. It was from the miner who was being whipped by the soldiers.

I noticed the trapped tower with a slight frowning. He summoned a soldier and asked a few words in a low voice. Then, within a moment, the miner was dragged to us like a dog.

"Sorry, my guest." Junta said in a cold tone: "These damn bastards disturbed my guest, and I will punish him."

He said something in the local language, and soon the two soldiers who whipped the miner were disarmed and dragged behind and were beaten to the back. It turned out that Junta was blaming them for not doing such things in front of guests like me. As for the miner, Junta didn't even look at it. After being dragged behind, a crisp gunshot came!

Bang!
Chapter completed!