Owen left the airport cursing, Sam is so unreliable.
Sam said before that his PMC had little power in Africa, so he could only send Owen to Uganda, and Owen needed to figure out the rest of the way.
But he didn't expect that he would take an ordinary civil flight to Uganda. Owen felt that he had been deceived. It was naturally impossible to bring any weapons when taking a civil airline, but it was not difficult. Weapons are rampant in Africa. In the market, weapons are as big as Chinese cabbage.
Same, buy whatever you want.
When Irving walked out of the airport, Kampala in front of him was not as shabby as he had imagined. After all, it is the capital of Uganda. Although this country is one of the least developed countries in the world and has a weak industrial base, it is not as shabby as other countries in the world.
Likewise, the capital is a gathering place for wealthy people across the country, so it’s not much different.
Without weapons, I always feel insecure. Irving decided to buy weapons. This is Africa that is prone to wars. Even in Kampala, you can see many people carrying guns when they take to the streets.
The whole of Africa, except for a few countries, does not ban guns. Even in those countries that ban guns, this ban is actually in vain.
Owen waved, and a sightseeing tricycle came over immediately. The driver had a flattering smile on his face. Foreigners like Owen had the best money.
"I want to buy weapons, guns, do you understand?"
Owen made a pistol gesture with his thumb and index finger. Unexpectedly, the driver said directly: "Okay, weapons, get in the car..."
Owen then remembered that the official languages of Uganda are English and Swahili. Although ordinary Ugandans have an accent, they have no problem communicating in English.
Owen got on the car, started the tricycle, and shuttled flexibly through the streets and alleys of Kampala. Uganda has very good climate conditions. Although it straddles the equator, due to its high altitude, the average annual temperature is 22-25 degrees Celsius.
There are no four seasons, only two seasons: dry and rain. Owen came during the dry season, so he didn't have to endure the endless drizzle.
The tricycle pulled Owen farther and farther away from the bustling areas of Kampala. It seemed that this kind of thing was done frequently, so the driver explained it while driving.
At the other end is Kololo Mountain, which is the wealthy area of Kapala and is basically where the embassies of various countries are located. The environment is relatively good. Since Owen wants to buy a gun, it is best to go to the weapons market. Of course, the weapons market cannot be opened near here.
As the tricycle drove along, the surrounding environment was deteriorating at a speed that was visible to the naked eye. Here and the airport were simply two different worlds. What was displayed in front of Owen was the true appearance of Uganda. Owen was very sure that he had entered a slum.
“&*&￥*(*……”
When the tricycle passed through a small alley, a bunch of African children suddenly ran out. The African children spoke Swahili and chattered something.
Both ends of the alley were quickly blocked by more than a dozen children, and the tricycle was stuck in the alley and could not get out.
These kids did it on purpose.
The leader, an older child, held a syringe in his hand and gestured at Owen while saying something. Owen didn't understand and looked at the driver.
The driver also scolded him a few words in Swahili, and then turned around helplessly.
"We encountered a robbery..."
"Robbery? These kids? Robbed us..."
Owen looked at the group of black children in front of him in disbelief. The oldest one was probably no more than 10 years old. How could any of them, as an adult, accomplish the feat of kicking Beihai Kindergarten? Where did these children have the courage?
The leader of the children saw Owen's appearance and yelled a few more words. Owen laughed angrily and was about to drive the children away. The driver in front of him hurriedly stopped him and explained: "Don't move, they are in their hands."
They are taking HIV-infected needles, and if you don’t pay, they will prick you with the needles..."
The curse that Owen was about to say was blocked in his throat.
AIDS needle?
Owen looked at the needle in the child's hand, and he no longer looked down upon him. Then he looked at the other children, and many of them had a syringe in their hands.
Africa has two world-famous specialties, one is diamonds and the other is AIDS. When it comes to diamonds, people must think of South Africa, but when it comes to AIDS, the HIV infection rate in many African countries is around 20%.
In the famous Swaziland, the rate is even as high as 38.8%, which means that more than one-third of the country's people are suffering from AIDS.
This data is terrible. Africa is the hardest hit area by AIDS. Africa, which accounts for only 10% of the world's population, actually accounts for 70% of the world's AIDS patients and HIV carriers, and the proportion is still rising. At present, AIDS has become a
Africa's number one killer.
Therefore, Irving has no doubt whether the needles in the hands of those children really carry HIV. Even if they do not, Irving does not dare to take the risk.
Looking at the densely packed needles in the hands of the black kids, there were so many. If one of them pricked him, he would be doomed for the rest of his life. Owen admitted that he was scared and decided to pay. In the past, he was not afraid of having a gun pointed at his head, but now he
Afraid.
Not to mention that there is no gun now, even if there is a gun, Owen is not prepared to use force.
"Don't give too much, just give a few dollars..."
The driver next to him reminded that this was obviously not the first time this happened, and they didn’t want to feed the appetites of these children. It would be a disaster.
Hearing the driver's reminder, Owen took out his wallet, took out a few dollars, gestured, and threw them on the ground.
Seeing Irving giving the money, the leading child got out of the way. The children behind him followed suit and retreated to make way for a passage.
The tricycle restarted, and Owen left the alley amidst the gazes of a bunch of children and the reflection of needles. He then saw the children behind him happily crowding together to grab the few dollars.
It wasn't until he drove out of the alley that Owen breathed a sigh of relief. Those children reminded him of the child gangs he had encountered in Slovakia. Those children dared to kill people calmly just for a piece of candy. In their eyes, human life is
The value of a piece of candy is less than that of a piece of candy. Many things in poor places are unbelievable. Owen looked at the black children behind him. Children are like this, so what hope does this country have?
After leaving the alley, the tricycle continued to drive, but the driver was probably a little scared and did not continue to the alley, but chose the main road as much as possible.
"That's where..."
The driver pointed towards a place, drove for a long time, and finally arrived at the place.
In front is a market-like place with various stalls, but the products on the stalls are not grains and vegetables, but weapons, all kinds of weapons.