Mugabe stood on the streets of Havana. Dressed in a military uniform and accompanied by a large number of bodyguards, he attracted constant attention from the crowd around him. His dark face was like a black bear in the wilderness, and his sharp eyes were like a ferocious falcon. He looked at him as if he was keeping away from strangers.
Awesome.
"There is actually a brothel. We eat dirt in Africa, and people here can enjoy themselves to the fullest." Mugabe stood at the door of the 'Cat's Claw' club. The bustling gold-selling cave attracted his great interest. But he didn't
He walked in immediately and walked around the entire club.
"It's great. There are different consumer classes here. There are the cheapest bitches and the most expensive social butterflies. I like it here." The tall Mugabe is not as thin as ordinary people in the wasteland, but is extraordinarily strong.
This imposing leader swaggered up to the door of the 'Cat's Claw' and was about to break in. He even ignored the guards at the door calling him for inspection.
"Sir, you must go through security inspection before entering." The guard stopped Mugabe, showing no intention of compromising.
The tall black leader pushed forward arrogantly, trying to push away the guard. He said displeasedly: "You have already confiscated my weapons at the customs. What kind of security check do you want me to undergo? I am a distinguished guest from afar.
, and deserve preferential treatment.”
"We very much welcome guests from far away, but there are some rules that must be followed." The guard also smiled, "If you don't follow the rules, someone will naturally teach you."
"Do you think I care about a little guard like you?" Mugabe looked at the guard who was much shorter than him with a temper that was not afraid of anything. "I would like to know."
Who can teach me?"
"I've seen too many people like you." The guard just snapped his fingers, and a taller and burlier guy quickly stood up behind him. Mugabe, who was used to using brute force to solve problems, suddenly felt the need to urinate because he
Standing in front of him was a humanoid monster that was two meters tall and weighed over three hundred kilograms.
Disgusting sarcomas covered the whole body, and the ulcerated lips exposed the huge crooked teeth. Two asymmetrical eyes, one large and one small, were staring at Mugabe. A low growl came out of its mouth, which made people feel like a bad wind was coming.
Rush through.
Not to mention that Mugabe was stunned. The powerful and domineering bodyguards behind him broke up on the spot and fled more than ten meters away. The shorter guard sneered: "Sir, please accept the security check. This is good for everyone."
The arrogant Mugabe regarded Havana as a chaotic city that he had seen before, but now he understood that this place was very different from other places. He immediately behaved like a kitten and honestly allowed the guards to search his body.
body, and then entered the 'Cat's Claw' with trembling bodyguards.
Mugabe walked into the VIP area of the 'Cat's Paw', which was richly decorated and well-heated. With the accompaniment of dynamic music, a hot bunny girl waiter came up topless, swaying her breasts and asked: "Sir, are you
What do you want?"
"Wine and women." The sensual environment made Mugabe feel much better. He looked at the traces of the bunny girl's lower body outlined by the leather shorts with interest, took her hand and asked: "Who is the monster standing at your door?
What? Aren't you afraid that it will eat you?"
"Oh..., you mean the mutant? It will indeed eat people when it is hungry and angry, so we never provoke it. However, in the past two months, a large number of refugees have stormed the city, and the police in the city are overwhelmed, so the mutant
Pulled out to maintain order.”
The bunny girl rolled her eyes when she said this, "At first, the people in the city were scared to death, but the security has improved greatly, and no one dared to go out on the streets casually. Gradually, we also felt that there was a mutant guarding the door.
Not bad, at least people like you will be more honest."
The bunny girl shook off Mugabe's hand, but her ridicule did not make Mugabe unhappy. Instead, the black leader asked excitedly: "Can such a terrifying monster be recruited? Tell me the details."
Taking a gold coin handed over by the black leader, the bunny girl mocked disdainfully: "That is the personal guard of our regiment commander. You'd better not make random decisions."
The bunny girl snapped her fingers and led Mugabe to the hall. Beautiful women with heavy makeup, scantily clad clothes, or all kinds of amorous feelings were standing everywhere. "Please choose as you like. We have the best girls here. They are
We will provide you with all services.”
The bodyguard following Mugabe was suddenly dazzled and eager to try. But Mugabe himself stretched his hand to the thigh of the bunny girl who was leading the way, and said with a lewd smile: "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 arrogantly, pushed Mugabe's hand away and said: "If you don't want to be thrown out by the mutants, you'd better be honest."
With a bit of resentment, Mugabe chose a white woman with big breasts and fat buttocks. Then he was guided into a separate private room and lay comfortably on a water bath bed. There were fine wines and delicacies beside the bed, and the undulating red body on the bed.
**Man, everything you enjoy is like going to heaven.
When the sex started, Mugabe slapped the prostitute on the buttocks and asked with a laugh: "It's great here. I really want to stay here forever."
"We are really good here, so everyone wants to join the Legion. In the past, there were few people in the Legion, and it was easy to become a citizen of Havana. But it has not been possible recently, and many people have been turned away." The prostitute sat astride Mugabe and served him.
He smiled and asked: "Baby, where are you from?"
"Africa, damn Africa." Mugabe cursed.
"Oh..., my grandmother is from Africa. How is the situation there?" The prostitute with big breasts and fat butt paused for a moment, asking a very curious question.
"Death, plunder, famine, you can't imagine how we survived." Mugabe was obviously unwilling to go into details. He slapped the prostitute on the butt again, "You bitch, get down here, I want to fuck you."
Die to you."
"Hahaha..., don't think that you have a tragic past." The prostitute did not resist Mugabe's violent behavior. Instead, she turned around with her fingers and raised her buttocks and shouted: "Baby, what are the negative emotions?
Just vent it on my body. You can pay to own me."
More than an hour later, the prostitute with scars all over her body got up from the water bath bed. She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, turned around and said, "Asshole, you almost killed me."
Mugabe, who was paralyzed on the water bath bed, felt as if his bones had been removed from his body. He pulled the prostitute to lean against him and said boldly: "I'm sorry, I can't control myself suddenly. Take my gold coins, all of them."
It’s all yours.”
"Most of the men who come to me have violent tendencies, and I'm used to it." Mugabe had a money bag hanging on his belt, which contained jingling gold coins. The prostitute took ten of them out and kissed her lips.
"Thank you, I can have a good rest for a few days."
The prostitute who took the money did not leave. Instead, she chatted with Mugabe, "Tell me, what are you doing in Havana? To settle? To do business? Or something else?"
"We are here to ask for help. If no one helps, the whole of Africa will soon be doomed." Mugabe did not have a domineering side at this moment, but looked like a melancholic wretch.
The prostitute didn't mean to sympathize with Mugabe. Instead, she smiled and sneered: "Then you have to work hard. Our army commander is not a kind and kind person. If you want his help, you must pay a considerable amount."