Mugabe stood on the streets of Havana, wearing a military uniform and carrying a large number of bodyguards, and he attracted constant attention from the crowd around him. His dark face looked like a black bear in the wilderness, and his sharp eyes were like a ferocious falcon. He looked so scared that he could not get close to him.

"There is actually a brothel. We eat dirt in Africa, and the people here can enjoy it." Mugabe stood at the door of the "Cat Claw" club, and the golden cave with bright lights attracted great interest. But he did not walk in immediately, but walked around the entire club.

"It's really good. It's divided into different consumer classes. There are the cheapest bitches and the most expensive socialites. I like it here." Mugabe, who has a tall body, is not as thin as a wasteland ordinary person, but is particularly strong.

The extremely stylish leader walked to the door of the "Cat's Claw" and was about to break in. He even ignored the door's call from the guards asking him to check.

"Sir, you have to go through a security check before you can get in." The guard stopped Mugabe in front of him, without any intention of compromise.

The tall black leader pushed forward rudely and tried to knock the guard away. He said unhappily: "You have confiscated my weapons at the customs office. What other security checks do you want me to undergo? I am a distinguished guest from afar and deserve preferential treatment."

"We are very welcome to guests from afar, but some rules must be followed." The guard also smiled slightly, "If you do not abide by the rules, there will naturally be someone to teach you."

"Do you think I care about such a small guard like you?" Mugabe looked at the guard who was much shorter than himself with a temper that was not afraid of heaven or earth. "I want to know who can teach me?"

"I've seen many people like you." The guard just snapped his fingers, and a taller and burly guy soon stood up behind him. Mugabe, who was used to solving problems with brute force, suddenly felt a urge to urinate, because in front of him was a humanoid monster two meters tall and weighing more than 300 kilograms.

The nauseating sarcoma spread all over the body, the festering lips exposed crooked teeth, and two asymmetrical eyes, one big and one small, were staring at Mugabe. A low roar from its mouth made people feel a terrible wind rushing towards him.

Not to mention that Mugabe was stunned, the mighty and domineering bodyguard behind him dispersed on the spot and fled more than ten meters away. The shorter guard sneered: "Sir, please undergo security check, this will be good for everyone."

The arrogant Mugabe regarded Havana as a chaotic city he had seen, but now he understood that this place was probably very different from other places. He immediately became obedient like a kitten, honestly allowing the guards to search his body, and then he entered the "cat claw" with his trembling bodyguard.

Mugabe walked into the VIP area of ​​the "Cat's Claw". The interior was decorated with magnificently and the heating was sufficient. In the accompaniment of dynamic music, the ** Bunny girl was entertaining naked and walked up to ask, "Sir, what do you want?"

"Wine and woman." Mugabe felt much better with the sensual and sensual environment. He looked at the traces outlined by the leather shorts of the rabbit girl's lower body with interest, grabbed the other party's hand and asked, "What is the monster standing at your door? Are you not afraid that it will eat you?"

"Oh..., you mean mutants? They do eat people when they are hungry and angry, so we never provoke them. However, in the past two months, a large number of refugees have hit the city, and the police in the city are too busy, so mutants are pulled out to maintain order."

The bunny girl rolled her eyes when she said this, "At the beginning, everyone in the city was almost scared to death, but the public security improved significantly, and no one dared to go out casually. As we gradually felt that it would be good to have a mutant guard the door, at least people like you would be much more honest."

The bunny girl shook Mugabe's hand away, but her ridicule did not displeased Mugabe. Instead, the black leader asked excitedly: "Can such a terrible monster be recruited? Tell me the details."

After receiving a gold coin handed over by the black leader, the bunny girl mocked disdainfully: "That is the private guard of our Legion Commander, you'd better not make any mistakes."

The bunny girl snapped her fingers and led Mugabe to the hall. One by one, she was wearing heavy makeup, exposed clothes, or charming beautiful women standing everywhere. "Please choose whatever you want, we have the best girls here, and they will provide you with all the services."

The bodyguard following Mugabe was a little dazzled and eager to try. But Mugabe himself reached out to the thigh of the rabbit girl leading the way and smiled lewdly: "I think you are good, are you willing to accompany me? I can pay double the price."

But the bunny girl still pursed her lips proudly, and directly pushed Mugabe's hand away and said, "If you don't want to be thrown out by mutants, you'd better be honest."

With a little disappointment, Mugabe chose a white woman with big breasts and big buttocks. Then he was guided into a separate private room and lie comfortably on the water bath bed. Beside the bed were delicious wine and food, and the bed was filled with undulating red people. Everything was enjoying like entering heaven.

After playing sex, Mugabe slapped the prostitute's butt and asked with a smile: "You guys are so great here, I really want to stay here for the rest of my life."

"We are really good, so everyone wants to join the Legion. In the past, the Legion was small, so it was very easy to become Havana citizens. But recently it has not worked, and many people have been turned away." The prostitute straddled Mugabe to serve the other party and asked with a smile: "Baby, where did you come from?"

"Africa, damn Africa." Mugabe cursed.

"Oh..., my grandmother is from Africa. What's going on?" The prostitute with big breasts and big buttocks stopped for a moment, very curious about the question.

"Death, plunder, famine, you can't think of how we survived." Mugabe obviously didn't want to talk in detail, and he slapped the prostitute in the ass, "Stinky bitch, lie down, I'm going to fuck you to death."

"Hahaha..., don't think there was a tragic past." The prostitute did not resist Mugabe's violent behavior, but instead hooked his finger and turned his butt and shouted, "Baby, if you have any negative emotions, just vent on my body. You can pay to own me."

More than an hour later, a prostitute with scars got up from the bath bed. She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and turned around and said, "Bitch, you almost killed me."

Mugabe, who was slumped on the bath bed, felt comfortable as if he had removed his bones. He pulled the prostitute and leaned against him and said generously: "I'm sorry, I suddenly couldn't control myself. Take my gold coins, it's all yours."

"Most of the men who come to me are violent, and I'm used to it." Mugabe hung a purse on his belt, with jingling gold coins inside. The prostitute took out ten of them and kissed them on his lips, "Thank you, I can rest for a few days."

The prostitute who took the money did not leave, but instead chatted with Mugabe, "Tell me, what are you doing in Havana? Settlement? Do business? Or something else?"

"We are here to ask for help. If no one helps, the whole of Africa will be almost done." Mugabe would have no domineering side, but instead looks like a melancholy pitiful person.
Chapter completed!