The Road to Slaying God

The iron door was opened, Zhang Yang and Azer were suddenly stunned, and even Endebourn was shocked. Obviously, he didn't know what was in the iron cabinet, but he knew that Liu Biao had their backpack and gold ware It's all in there.

Looking at this iron cabinet, the hearts of the three were beating, no, it was a beating.

First of all, dozens of gold bars attracted the attention of the three. Of course, there are not many gold bars, but the unique luster and charm of gold bars occupy most of their eyes.

Only in an instant, the eyes of the three people fell on the space of one grid, the US dollar, the US dollar, all of them are US dollars, one of which is the euro, occupying less than one tenth of the space.

At the same time, almost immediately, Zhang Yang saw the banknotes brought back by Liu Biao. The banknotes were not dry and wet, and they were thrown at the bottom corner casually, looking pitiful ... How much is this?

Zhang Yang calculated desperately, first to determine that a stack of banknotes should be ten thousand, and then crazy calculations of length, width and height.

Ten million!

twenty million!

thirty million!

...

At least 92 million, and it's US dollars! Of course, this does not include those dozens of gold bars, which are at least millions of dollars.

Zhang Yang and Aze felt dull for a while. They were the first time they saw so much money. This is a real banknote!

Why is this pirate preparing so much cash?

why?

Is it to win over some tribal forces?

Or do you want to build your own political power?

Obviously, this will become an eternal mystery that no one can solve, because the party has died under the silver claws' fangs ... "What's your idea?" Zhang Yang returned to God and calmed his mood. , Smiled slightly, looked at the stagnant Endboulton.

"Did not ... dare ... dare not ..." Endbleton swallowed and quickly waved his hand: "This is all yours, as long as you don't kill me, all of you ..."

"I want to ask you a question. If the money is yours, can you take the place of your boss?" Zhang Yang threw a bait.

"what……"

For a moment, Endboulton's brain was in a state of chaos. Even the money here, even if it was given to him ten thousandth, he would be ecstatic. If he gave it all, he would have never thought about it, although he was famous. However, because he is a little famous, the boss also took special precautions against him. Things like kidnapping oil tankers on the front line also let him do it, showing that his weight in the organization is almost negligible.

"No wonder your boss asked you to hijack the tanker, it seems ..." Zhang Yang shook his head with a sigh.

"No, no ... I don't need so much money, I only need half, I only need half, I can take the place of my boss in one day, half is enough, half, one day, give me one day!" There was a frantic expression in Endbleton's eyes, and there seemed to be a spark in his eyes.

"Oh, do you have this ability?" Zhang Yang and Aze smiled at each other, this Endebourton is very interesting, actually not greedy, understand the scoring, and appetite, it seems that this kind of person is easy to control.

"It doesn't require skill. In Somalia, all you need is money and you want to build a troop. In Somalia, there is not much, so many people. Five-year-old children can play with guns, and there are people who have money. I'll work for you, I believe, just give me one day and I'll be enough! "

The enthusiasm in Enderburton's eyes continued, and he vowed swearily, constantly emphasizing the "one day" time.

"Tell me, where do you start?" Zhang Yang found a chair, sat down, and had a good expression.

"Easy, too easy. Actually, my hometown is in Mogadishu. Our village is very poor. Where is poverty, hunger, disease, and the people who shrouded in wartime. If I have money, I can Making our communities stronger overnight, of course, it takes a long process, but one day, one day is enough to build power that everyone dares not despise, we have money, we have people, we have weapons, Who are we afraid of in Somalia? But ... but ... "Endboulton was a bit incoherent, a little crazy, and even a little nervous.

"But what?"

"Although I am famous among Somali pirates now, but I have no prestige. If you can really negotiate the conditions of the four Siberian oil tankers, as I said, then my weight will be much heavier. ... "Endebourton said in ai.

"The four tankers are not controlled by your boss?" Zhang Yang wondered.

"No, it belongs to three forces. Our forces control only one ship, and the other two pirate organizations control three of them. It is also because they are controlled by several pirate organizations, and the asking prices are different. Coupled with the middleman's desire for maximum benefits, the four tankers have been unable to negotiate terms with Russian Siberian Oil Company. "

Eventually, Endebourton talked about the problem of the four oil tankers of Siberian Oil Company, and this problem became the first one that Endebourton and Zhang Yang needed to solve immediately.

"Well, I will find a solution to this problem, but I would love to see how you can build a surprising force in one day!" Zhang Yang laughed.

"Okay, we've settled things here. You and I will immediately go to our village. Wherever you go, you will understand what I say!"

Endeburton's tone was full of confidence. At this moment, Zhang Yang felt that this guy who was a bit humble at first was now full of domineering. Zhang Yang couldn't help but think of the words of the general. Could it really change the mindset of a person? ?

Power can really be reflected in money!

Suddenly, Zhang Yang was full of interest in Enderton. If Enderton could become a powerful superior in a short day, then it can only be said that the power of money is too strong.

Zhang Yang didn't know a little. In Somalia, money is power and power is money. Here, apart from religion and money, there is no power to be an opponent of money. With money, there are manpower, weapons, and Manpower and weapons equal power, which is a complex and simple truth.

Compared with other places, money is particularly important in Somalia. If there is money in a well-governed and peaceful country, people may not be killed for money, but in Somalia, some people will die for a dozen dollars.

Zhang Yang didn't continue to talk with Endeburton on how to cooperate in depth. Now, he needs to see Endeburton's influence and see if it is really what he said. Now, the first thing that needs to be done is to clean up the yard. More than 40 corpses must be disposed of immediately. Although human life is not valuable in Somalia, if more than 40 people are killed at one time, it may cause great shock. It even alarmed the international media, not to mention that the identity of the deceased was still an influential pirate leader. Perhaps, behind him, there was a huge force.

After taking a shower, Yinmei took a bath and hid in her open pockets to sleep. Everyone cleaned up the old man, found some medicine in the house to feed the old man, bandaged the wound, and gave him some fluid. The old man fell asleep in the middle of eating food, during which he seemed to wake up and looked at Zhang Yang, shouted, and closed his eyes, presumably, he thought he was dreaming ... under Zhang Yang's surveillance Enderton made a phone call. In less than two hours, a worn jeep was dragging more than twenty black men in ragged clothes. The jeep had already lost sight of the body. Almost everywhere It was full of people, and even there were people on it.

Zhang Yang counted it specifically. This five-person jeep was actually 28 people. He could see Liu Biao's admiration. He couldn't think of anything in his head. One was equivalent to Yanjing 212. Why can a similar off-road jeep ride so many people in the country, even if it is a little crowded CMB car, only two or thirty people.

A group of people seemed to be farmers in the countryside who had never seen the world before. When they got off at the gate of the yard and walked into this large yard, they were all timid and scared. Giants.

Obviously, this group of people should be working in nearby cities, because many people still have some tools or something in their hands. It is said that these people are hometowns of the Ndeburton tribe and usually gather in large cities. They work odd jobs and eat mixed food.

However, soon, this group of poor and weak blacks who looked like beggars made Zhang Yang's eyes fall.

(To be continued)