Taylor sat in front of the dining table and watched TV. An old and broken TV was broadcasting news. Although he was a warlord and a general, Africa was too poor, and the general's quality of life was also very poor.
Snowflakes would still appear on the TV screen from time to time, but a tenacious voice could still be heard. A government military official gave a speech, stating that the rebellion in southern Namibia would be completely quelled within three months.
"Ha!" Taylor snorted coldly, picked up a cup of coffee and took a sip. His greatest pleasure every day was to quietly watch the government troops show off. He had occupied Gibien for five or six years, and every day the government troops We have been shouting to regain Gibien every year, but in reality? Every year there is loud thunder and light rain.
After eating breakfast, Taylor stretched, then slowly stood up and looked around: "Has there been any news from Farah? Who wants to kill me?"
Taylor doesn't care much about Yu Zhiqian and the others anymore. What he cares about most now is who wants to kill him and actually conducts assassinations. So yesterday, Taylor had someone check with Gibien to make sure it was safe before he dared to return. Go to sleep in your own house.
"Still can't be contacted. I call every ten minutes, but there's no news!"
After hearing his subordinate's reply, Taylor was stunned for a moment. He had a vague premonition in his heart, but he didn't show it. He touched his chin, thought for a while, and then stood up slowly: "Keep fighting. What are the plans for today!"
"You need to go to the military camp and inspect it. The government troops have begun to gather again. They are preparing to take some actions. I heard that they are preparing to recapture Gibien again!"
Taylor laughed and stretched out his hands. Immediately, a servant came behind him and put a big red robe on Taylor. Someone also moved the mirror in front of Taylor, looked at himself in the mirror, and Taylor aimed a pistol. posture, and then with a snap in the mouth, he raised his fingers and was very satisfied with his shape.
"Don't worry about the government troops. Let's wait and see when they come over. I'll go around the military camp and tell Macca and the others that I'm going to get together with them recently to discuss how to win Wenzhou." After winning the war, the question is who will be the president!"
"Okay general, I'll contact you right away!"
After Taylor got dressed, he walked toward the door with his own wristband. This wristband was given to him by one of his German partners. It is said that it was the wristband of a German marshal and it was very valuable.
But if Yu Zhiqian took it and took a look, he would definitely throw it aside casually. Obviously, this thing is like the Balala Magic Fairy Transformer bought at the Yiwu Commodity Market in China. Of course, the workmanship is not bad, at least it can Fool Taylor.
There is a saying that white people have done too many disgusting things in Africa, and they have their own bad tastes. For example, a white businessman once gave a medal to the leader of the African country Chad, saying that it was a medal of their country, but in fact This thing was an identification tool worn by death row prisoners in the Middle Ages. It was later displayed in a museum and the farce ended only after it was recognized.
Taylor cherished this handgun very much and would carry it with him at all times. He believed that this thing would indicate that he would become a marshal in the future. He did not know where Germany was, but he asked someone to find out what a marshal was and that he could command a general. He was very happy. I was so satisfied with this statement and position that I even wanted to call myself a marshal for a while, but gave up in the end.
Yu Zhiqian was lying behind the window, constantly observing the situation of Taylor's mansion through the telescope. When he suddenly saw two cars driving from the parking lot next to the door, he knew that Taylor was about to come out.
Yu Zhiqian pointed the muzzle of his gun at the door and waited with all his concentration. He had been waiting for this moment for too long. This time, he must not let this damn guy live in this world.
"General, Commander Farr wants to replenish some ammunition. They consumed a lot of bullets in the previous battle! There are also several consortiums that support us who want to buy some of Hoops' minerals, but the price they offered It’s not very high!”
The assistant followed Taylor, constantly reminding Taylor of some things as he moved forward. Being a warlord is very troublesome, at least there will be various things happening every day. Taylor controls nearly one-tenth of Namibia's territory, and there is no one to support him. It's definitely not possible.
The people behind him support Taylor just to make money. As long as Taylor is short of money and weapons, the minerals in Taylor's hands will be sold at cabbage prices, or even lower. White people are still exploiting black people, but their methods have become more hidden. .
"Tell them what we want. As long as we bring these things and develop the mines for them, who else wants weapons and ammunition? Tell them that if they want weapons and ammunition, go and knock down Windhoek!"
As Taylor spoke, he walked out. When he was standing at the door, he suddenly thought of something. He stood there and looked back at his house. There was an idea in his mind not to go out, but he thought about it for a long time. It didn't occur to me that I had forgotten something.
"Let's go!"
Taylor waved his hand gently, raised the cloak behind his back, and walked out of his room. When Taylor stepped out of the room with two legs and stood in the sun, he suddenly saw countless people standing in front of him. People he had killed.
Immediately afterwards, Taylor felt his body falling to the side uncontrollably. Severe pain came from his chest, followed by a dull gunshot. He had been stabbed to death. Is this what it felt like to be shot?
At the moment of death, countless thoughts flashed through Taylor's mind. The last thought was who was going to kill me. When he fell to the ground, he turned his head abruptly and looked in the direction of the shooting.
Three seconds ago, Yu Zhiqian saw Taylor, but most of Taylor's body was not exposed yet. Yu Zhiqian did not shoot. The moment Taylor walked out of the house, Yu Zhiqian was sure that this guy was the guy he wanted to take revenge on, that Taylor.
The broker told Yu Zhiqian about the red cloak and the handbags, and Yu Zhiqian remembered that he had seen Taylor once, and he was also wearing a red cloak.
When Taylor walked out of the house and was exposed to the sun, and his whole body was under the muzzle of Yu Zhiqian's gun, Yu Zhiqian moved, with only his fingers moving slightly, and he pulled the trigger.
AWM's unique Magnum bullet was fired from the barrel of the gun, shooting through Taylor's body with Yu Zhiqian's endless anger over the past two years.
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