"Ah, that's right. I'm used to sleeping in this big bath at night. This is much more comfortable than massage and health care." The other party replied quite comfortably. Looking at the two tough guys beside him with bad looks, Meng Yanghai guessed that they should be roles such as bodyguards or thugs.

Such people are obviously confused by the way. Meng Yanghai used to smuggle arms, and it is not surprising that he has seen a lot of them.

The two of them chatted a few words without a single word, and they each frowned and remembered their own affairs, but just that, they were shocked and suddenly became shocked.

Several men in black holding guns rushed in. They were wearing ordinary casual clothes, but their bodies were extremely evil, and the black muzzle was aimed at the middle-aged man opposite Meng Yanghai.

"Who are you? Do you know whose territory is here?" The thin middle-aged man was not surprised by the change. The follower next to him immediately stood up and stood in front, while his eyes widened and shouted loudly at the uninvited guest in front of him.

Meng Yanghai stood aside and subconsciously touched his waist. Then he realized that the gun was not on his body and secretly called out terrible.

The situation in front of him is probably the so-called gang revenge. Meng Yanghai doesn't want to care about anything in it. What he is afraid of is that he will be affected by the fish.

"Wang Zhenglin, why, don't you remember me?" Among the group of men in black, a big man with a tiger back and a bear-waisted waist walked out. Meng Yanghai could smell it. The man had a strong smell of blood on his body, either a veteran in the army or a bandit who was murderous.

The gun was pointed at Wang Zhenglin, who was behind the two bodyguards. From the tone and expression of the man in black, Meng Yanghai could see that he was the leader and had a deep grudge. It was indeed a gang revenge.

"A few friends on the road. I am Wang Zhenglin. I ask myself that I have never offended anyone in the past. Have you made any mistakes?" Until this time, Wang Zhenglin was still calm and his words were not at all confusing.

Meng Yanghai was also impressed by the fact that he was pointed at by several submachine guns.

"Haha, don't pretend to be garlic for me, today I'm looking for you!" After a few grinning, the man in black took off his hood. He asked others to look at his face with a beard and a few scars on his face, which made him look even more fierce.

Among them, Wang Zhenglin was the most surprised. "It's you, Lu Chenghao!"

"Isn't it me?" The bearded man found a place to sit down, and then said slowly: "You still remember me."

Lu Chenghao has been in the underground palace for many years, and now he has become a Earth Demon, so he has a certain privilege to lead a team out to take revenge.

"Hmph!" Seeing Lu Chenghao, Wang Zhenglin's face turned blue, "Isn't it enough for you to kill one of my sons back then?"

"Your son!" Lu Chenghao laughed loudly, "You were carrying out land reform in Henan back then. You took my family property, insulted my wife and daughter, and killed my entire clan. Are you talking about this blood feud enough?"

With blood red eyes, Lu Chenghao stood up and shot him twice.

Bang bang, the bullet drilled into the foreheads of the two bodyguards, flew out from the back of their heads, rolled up a pile of brain and bones, and fell into the bathhouse with blood.

But he did not kill Wang Zhenglin directly. Meng Yanghai looked around and realized that he did not want to give the other party a happy time and had to torture him to the fullest. I don’t know what kind of hatred it would make a distorted person’s temperament look like this.

"Lu Chenghao. If you dare to kill me, you are not afraid of the government prosecution! You are not afraid of my family's revenge!" Wang Zhenglin was no longer tough. Before he knew the other party's identity, he might still have a chance.

However, now, the enemy is coming. Wang Zhenglin is no longer the time to conquer the world in the past, and he no longer has the courage to die calmly in the past.

"Survey? Revenge?" Lu Chenghao said disdainfully: "When do you think it's now, and the Hualian government will stand up for you? What's more, you're in the underworld now, and killing you at most is a gangster and revenge killer. The police station doesn't care about this at all."

"As for your family, you will see them when you arrive at the underworld!" Lu Chenghao made a gesture, and the few men in black with guns behind him immediately understood.

Dada, hundreds of pistol bullets flowed out of the barrel of the submachine gun, all embedded in Wang Zhenglin's body, and knocked him into a honeycomb.

But they were not all heading towards the vital point. For a moment, Wang Zhenglin, who suffered from pain and torture, was not dead. But seeing that he was like that, he would not live for a few minutes. Too much blood would kill him.

The bath pool was dyed blood red, and Wang Zhenglin leaned against the edge of the pool, and struggled to support him without falling down. He growled with difficulty: "How have you done to my family?"

"Just like you did at the beginning." Lu Chenghao said coldly. He had to take revenge. He felt indescribable and had been waiting for him for more than ten years.

"Why!" Wang Zhenglin used his last strength to roar this sentence, and when he was dying, he remembered all the past.

Thinking back then, a group of ambition-filled mud legs gathered together to discuss how to save the country and nation. For the sake of the revolutionary ideal, they had to raise their butcher knife and kill dissidents.

Revolution is not about treating guests to dinner or moderate negotiation, but about being made of human blood.

"In the past, everyone was the master of their own. In order to win over more people, killing people and seizing property was inevitable. But I have the retribution today. Was it really wrong at the beginning?"

When Wang Zhenglin exhaled his last question, he completely cut off his breath, his eyes widened, and he died with his eyes open.

Lu Chenghao just looked quietly and sighed: "You are also a hero in the moment, but we have the grudge of destroying our family and destroying our clans. We have to kill your family to sacrifice to my dead relatives."

Such things are not surprising at all in this era.

Behind every change, there are conflicts of beliefs and endless revenge. Even after the world is pacified, such things will last for generations.

After finishing the business, Lu Chenghao turned his eyes to Meng Yanghai's position, "Who are you? His friend?" After saying that, he also pointed to Wang Zhenglin's body with still remaining warm.

Meng Yanghai shook his head suddenly, "Hero, I'm just passing by, I want to take a shower or something." Looking at the dead Wang Zhenglin, then looking at the two bodies floating on the pool, "I think I didn't see anything, do you think this is true?"

This rogue face made Lu Chenghao Park Ts smile, but he did not despise the other party because of this. He could still joke so calmly at this time, and the other party must not be an ordinary person.

Lu Chenghao had worked as a special forces soldier before, and he also smelled the murderous aura that only soldiers had from Meng Yanghai, "Have you been a soldier?"

"Yes, I have served in the Marine Corps and have a rank of sergeant." Meng Yanghai understood very well that even if he encountered gang vendettas, his former military identity would shock many people.

No matter how powerful the underworld forces are, they should think about the consequences of offending the military. At any time, killing soldiers is equivalent to rebellion.

Sure enough, as soon as these words came out, several men in black who pointed guns at Meng Yanghai also looked at each other with doubts, and slightly lowered the muzzle.

Seeing that the atmosphere had eased, Meng Yanghai breathed a sigh of relief, "Everyone is Chinese, and everyone in the world is brothers. If you want, we can make friends. This is my business card."

Meng Yanghai had already come out of the pool full of blood. He took out a gold-edged business card from his wallet in his yukata pocket, "I opened a trading company to sell some gadgets. Please take care of me."

Meng Yanghai has long developed this kind of smooth communication skills by frequently smuggling arms from various countries. Even at this time, he still does not forget to attract customers and cultivate potential consumer groups.

"Yeah, you're still a dead merchant." After learning that Meng Yanghai and Wang Zhenglin didn't know each other, Lu Chenghao had no malice anymore. Moreover, everyone had served as soldiers in the Chinese Federation Army, and they were considered comrades-in-arms, so it was easy to talk to.

"Well. Are you a member of Hellfire Club?" When he noticed the boys under the business card, Lu Chenghao's smile became stronger, "Please put away the guns, your own people!"

The Underworld and Hellfire Club have always been partners, and we are all family. After receiving the business card, Lu Chenghao raised his hand to look at his watch. "I'm so sorry, it's getting late, and if you don't leave, there will be trouble. Let's talk about it another day."

After saying that, Lu Chenghao and his subordinates left quickly without looking back.

Meng Yanghai shouted that it was so dangerous. If he hadn't been clever today, he would have ended up with Wang Zhenglin. Seeing the three corpses still in the pool, Meng Yanghai was gone for leisure, so he picked up his clothes and quickly left this place of trouble.

Sure enough, just after getting dressed, a large number of police officers rushed to the bath center.

People who serve in the army don’t like police very much, mainly because everyone has different interests in their work. Most soldiers deal with outsiders, while police are specialized in internal affairs. No matter how well they are embellished, some bureaucratic style is inevitable.

Meng Yanghai also didn't like being questioned, so he just left secretly. Anyway, this bath center didn't have any monitors. Just relying on those scared waiters, even if they checked, they couldn't find Meng Yanghai's head.

What he is most interested in now is Lu Chenghao's identity. When the other party heard that he was a member of the Hellfire Club, his eyes immediately eased a lot.

Meng Yanghai was able to join the Hellfire Club just by relying on Liu Shen's relationship. He was not familiar with some of the relationship networks behind it. He didn't know that Lu Chenghao was from the Underground Palace, but only knew that he had come into contact with a different circle.

Liu Shen handed over the full responsibility of the personnel to Meng Yanghai for handling, but Yi Zizhuo's side has officially taken action against Africa. The first batch of armed personnel have secretly landed in Tanga, a coastal city in northeastern Tanzania, and then crossed the border and entered Kenya.

In this way, gods can enter Africa without realizing it and take advantage of this opportunity to take root in Kenya.

On August 22, 1954, in the early morning, with the joint efforts of Yu Liujiang, Huang Meng and the entire pioneer troops, an airborne all-terrain vehicle trapped in a big pit on the road finally returned to the bumpy loess road again.

The car weighs a ton and is in Africa and is experiencing extremely poor traffic conditions.

Yu Liujiang, Huang Meng, Xu Chenggong and Zhou Bin voluntarily joined the plan to colonize Africa. They also have a lot of money and can try to do a big career in Africa, which is a very difficult opportunity in China.

It is said that Chinese people are hard to leave their hometowns, but in fact, there are many Chinese people who are willing to go out and explore. Most of the time, it is the political constraints of ancient times, and the strict household registration system is used to prohibit the population from going out.

Chinese people have never lacked fighting spirit and curiosity, and are willing to go out to work hard. Where are the hardworking Chinese people around the world?

Huang Meng and the others are too. Especially Huang Meng. He is now married to Su Man and always wants to earn some foundation for his children. If he is in China, he will only be a company boss at most. How much money is it worth? How long can he protect his wealth?

If he could really open up the situation in Africa, Huang Meng felt that he could at least be a big manor, or even build a castle, learn from Western aristocrats, and fight for hundreds of years of wealth and glory for future generations.

"I have to say that your original idea of ​​taking a helicopter was very wise." After sitting back on the back seat of the all-terrain vehicle with a universal machine gun, Xu Chenggong breathed a sigh of relief and began to wipe his face with his sleeves, "Is this really the first-level road here? Why is the road conditions so bad? Could it be that it was deliberately destroyed?"

Yi Zizhuo was sitting in the passenger seat, sweating profusely, and felt that his bones were about to fall apart.

In order to establish prestige in the reclamation group, Yi Zizhuo must do it himself and lead the team here. The Yi family is now just a second generation of wealth and is not yet able to enjoy the fruits of it.

Huang Meng, who was sitting behind Yizizhuo, was breathing even more "hurry", like an angry buffalo.

Huang Meng picked up the kettle and poured it into his trachea. As a result, he choked into his trachea with a mouthful of water. The poor guy immediately coughed hysterically like an asthma patient.

"Successful, you're content." Yi Zizhuo glanced at a group of busy reclamation regiment soldiers dozens of meters ahead. These people were trying their best to pull a double-equipped 25mm self-propelled anti-aircraft machine gun out of another pit.

"You know, you have to thank China Changxia Infrastructure Company for its efforts." Yi Zizhuo said sarcastically, "I only encountered seven pits after driving for two hours. This is a good record. In this land of Africa, if you leave a few big cities, you can only go to heaven to find roads without pits."

"Damn Changxia Infrastructure Company!" Huang Meng squeezed out this sentence from his teeth, and he could hear similar words at any time in the streets and alleys of East Africa.

Changxia Infrastructure is an engineering contractor with a background in China. Its technology is not good, but its ability to cut corners is not inferior to anyone.

This is not the case. In the African aid plan, many of the top-notch engineering projects were undertaken by them, and their reputation has long been stinking.

"Keep moving forward! I really hope that this bullshit company will disappear from this world sooner, the faster the better!" Huang Meng's butt was bumped and he hated Changxia Infrastructure Group, which only knew how to make money.

No wonder Africa's economy is so poor. Even transportation is not good, so why are you talking about the economy?

Three hours ago, after learning that the helicopter that the reclamation team had applied to the Chinese army in advance had been temporarily called, Yi Zizhuo and the others had to choose the most helpless move.

Follow the marching formation of the Chinese Federal Army airborne troops through the war zone, and then run there before all the Chinese troops in the port of Mombasa were transferred away, striving to catch the last bus to northern Kenya.

After all, if the army is accompanied, the safety of the reclamation group will be guaranteed.

But unfortunately, Yi Zizhuo's expectation to escort the paratroopers of the Chinese Federal Army failed. After reporting this situation to the 226th Airborne Regiment Headquarters, the Regiment Headquarters decided to let the team continue to carry out the original mission.

The leader of the team is Shi Yu.

As for Yizizhuo and the others, they had to make arrangements and use their own light all-terrain vehicle to bring them as a means of transportation to get to the destination as soon as possible.

At present, Yizizhuo and the others are heading towards the north of Mombasa Port. However, these troops will not send Yizizhuo and the others directly back to the city.

It was not because they were afraid of being surrounded and annihilated by the rebels, but because they were afraid of scaring away the tens of thousands of local rebel troops stationed in the town occupied by the rebels, and no one led them.

Of course, Yi Zizhuo also has intelligence, but it is better to have a few leading parties at all times.

Because it is equipped with excellent weapons, the reclamation team led by Izizhuo has been "attacking forward" to the north. Of course, given the unresisting bandits and the numb African people, the word attack is not appropriate, Izizhuo is just moving forward.

The reclamation team did not stop and rest until 8 o'clock the next morning. If everything went well, they were only about ten kilometers away from the military port of Mombasa at that time, so they would just walk over directly.

However, judging from the current situation, Yizizhuo believes that the possibility of "everything goes well" is probably not very high.

Of course, this is not because of the fierce resistance along the way. Although we met hundreds of local bandits, rebels or bandits holding wooden spears, these people were more appropriate to call them "refugees" rather than soldiers.

Most of them had long been thrown away where the clothes on their upper bodies were thrown, and many of them just wrapped around their bodies with rags. Only a few of them were dressed neatly, and some military uniforms from World War II belonged to various countries.

Wearing a German military cap but a US military boot, they look indescribable, but these people are already middle-level officers who are better at doing well in the rebels.

There are also some "foreign troops" from Tanzania. They don't even have anything to prove their identity as soldiers. They just sway with the military license in their hands. God knows whether it is true or false.

Yizizhuo also knew some information about these "foreign troops". In fact, these people were former government forces from East African countries. After being overthrown, they had to roam the borders of various countries.

Occasionally, I would accept invitations from some countries to participate in civil wars in exchange for living space. This kind of thing is common in Africa.

The people who appeared in front of Yi Zizhuo were wearing dark yellow military uniforms. These soldiers were members of the former Tanzanian government army, and they were crowded with the Kenyan government soldiers wearing desert camouflage, forming a dark yellow flow of people heading north.

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