From arms dealer to king of war

The moment the off-road vehicle rolled over, Nice jumped up, dropped the TAC-50, and rushed over with an AK74 in his arms.

Qiao Jia had been cleaning up the remaining living creatures in the camp in an orderly manner. He signaled Carman to follow Nice and not let her suffer, and then shot and killed a terrorist whose body was set on fire and was running around wildly, screaming.

Originally, it was impossible for rockets to cause such great damage, but those rough terrorists used gas trucks to cover their graves with the last shovelful of soil.

As the fire spread, Dorian in the warehouse cell couldn't stay any longer. Soon he rushed out with a large number of hostages, and rushed into the desert upwind with a large group of people supported and dragged. , then lay on the ground and laughed for the rest of his life.

When the gas truck exploded just now, Dorian's heartbeat stopped. Fortunately, the gas truck was to the east, and the buildings in the camp were all masonry structures, so the fire spread relatively slowly. Otherwise, this would not be rescuing people, but burning people. Hostage.

Qiao Jia squatted on the ground and waited until the flames burned through the buildings in the camp and confirmed that no terrorists would survive. Then he put away his rifle and turned towards the overturned off-road vehicle in the distance.

When passing by the hostages, Qiao Jia gave Dorian a thumbs up and said with a smile: "Well done, remember to charge these bosses, you are going to make a fortune..."

Dorian shook his head and said: "You should take a closer look. Most of the women here are the women that Kinderwick stole. Shit, that son of a bitch is a real beast. If he is not dead, remember to stab him a few more times." "

Only then did Qiao Jia notice that dozens of barely clothed women were lying on the ground, gasping for air.

More than a dozen company executives from various countries gathered together in ragged clothes, and a few of them who were more vulnerable even cried.

The situation of women was generally worse. Qiao Jia could imagine what they had gone through, but he was really powerless, not even able to save them.

Subconsciously avoiding the sight of the hostages, Qiao Jia quickened his pace and walked to the off-road vehicle in the distance.

A strong black man with a mouth full of gold teeth was currently holding his thigh and wailing in pain on the ground.

The driver of the off-road vehicle was beaten to death, and a terrorist in the back seat was wiped on the neck by Kaman. The black man in a suit who had contact with Boss Huang today stood there honestly, watching the strong man with gold teeth being abused, with tears on his face. It's frustration and unwillingness.

Seeing the golden-toothed man looking at Nice with a fierce look, Qiao Jia pulled out his pistol and shot him in both shoulders, killing his ability to fight back. Then he said to Nice: "Kaman is in charge of the video. Nice asked Asked him why he went to the hotel to commit massacre? If he didn’t say anything, I would chop him up one by one.”

As he spoke, Qiao Jia looked at the black man in a suit with a relatively calm expression, and without waiting for him to speak, he shot him twice in the knee.

The black man in the suit screamed in pain, his knees softened and he fell to the ground with an awkward movement.

Facing the menacing Qiao Jia, the black man in a suit wailed and raised his hand to indicate that he wanted to speak, but Qiao Jia shot him through his left hand.

Seeing the black man in the suit holding his left hand with his only intact right hand, bending down and letting out a painful roar, Qiao Jia took out his mobile phone, squatted in front of him and said: "Who are you? Who do you work for? Kinderwick Militia Was it you who instigated the attack on the hotel?"

As he spoke, Qiao Jia looked at the painful face of the black man in the suit and said coldly: "Don't lie to me, even if you are a tough guy, the nigger next to you will definitely confess.

From now on, if there is any inconsistency in your confessions, I will cut something off your body. "

Qiao Jia thought he was intimidating enough, but he didn't expect this black man in a suit to be tougher than he thought.

After hearing Qiao Jia's threat, the black man in a suit grinned with his big mouth full of blood, spat bloody spit at Qiao Jia, and said, "I'm dead, so why should I say it?

You could ask that nigger how much he knows. "

Qiao Jia held up his mobile phone to record the video while shaking his head and said: "You say this to prove that you are afraid of death. You think we can't ask anything from that guy, right?"

As he spoke, Qiao Jia looked at the black man in a suit who looked as if he was dead. He shook his head and said, "How did a nigger like you get into the British intelligence service?

You don't look very smart, otherwise you would have run away long ago if there was no news from those ten soldiers and one reporter for such a long time.

Do you have a companion at the Weiss Hotel in Khartoum? I'll go find him! "

The expression of the black man in the suit finally changed. He looked at Qiao Jia in shock and said, "Who are you? Chinese foreign service?"

Qiao Jia shook his head and said: "You tell me your detailed identity first, and then I will give you a good time.

Otherwise, the painful scene of your execution will be posted on the Internet. I guess you must have family members. What do you think they will think when they see your death? "

There is no saying in Europe and the United States that one would rather die than surrender. Black people in suits know that they are definitely dead, so why do they still have to be humiliated?

In just a few minutes, all ten of Kinderwick's fingers had been cut off by the crazy woman.

Kinderwicks roaming across Darfur are now like wild dogs waiting to be slaughtered, wailing and begging for mercy while answering questions.

Seeing Qiao Jia pulling out a dagger with a look of helplessness, the black man in the suit stretched out his only intact hand and said, "I told you, my name is William Kach, a British MI5 agent. Of course, they are Will not acknowledge my existence.

My mission was to disrupt the situation in SD, so I encouraged Kinderwick to attack Khemu and kidnap many people.

When one of the Chinese hostages said he could get weapons, I asked my colleague to contact an AFP reporter and then set up a transaction scene. "

As he spoke, the black man in the suit put down his hand, looked into Qiao Jia's eyes and said: "OK, give me a good time. I won't say a word about the rest because you are recording. If the content is spread, my family will be affected." You will be shamed because of me.”

Qiao Jia calmly turned off his mobile phone, and then said curiously: "You encouraged Jin Deweike to rush into the hotel and massacre, was it really just to create chaos and kidnap hostages?

Don’t you have any specific goals? "

The black man in the suit frowned and said, "I just need to make things bigger, and the bigger the trouble, the better. When the world's attention is focused on SD, I will have more room to operate."

Upon hearing this, Qiao Jia shook his head and said with a smile: "So your attack on the hotel has nothing to do with Gaddafi's secret base, right?"

Seeing the shocked expression on the black man's face, Qiao Jia pulled the trigger and shot him through the head.

After watching Nice finish the question, he cut the throat of a generation of gangster Jin Deweike with a knife, and then sat down on the ground in frustration. Qiao Jia sympathetically walked over to help her up and said: "It's a pity that your brother died, and it was a bit unjust. But you can only look forward, otherwise what else can you do?”