The Road to Slaying God

Zhang Yang was surprised, but Zhang Yang didn't know that the four black men sent by Endeboulton were even more surprised than him. You know, they did n’t know that Zhang Yang was rich, nor did they know that these weapons were bought with money. In their eyes, Zhang Yang suddenly became mysterious and powerful. At this time, four people looked at Zhang Yang and Liu Biao. Become awe.

In fact, these four people also have an important task, which is to monitor Zhang Yang and see what he is doing.

No doubt, now Zhang Yang has planted a powerful image in the eyes of these farmers.

Of course, Liu Biao also planted a bold and gold image in them, but Liu Biao has always been sick, even when Zhang Yang dragged him to look at the weapon, he was not interested, and he was lying lazily on the off-road vehicle. Sleeping in the back row, he needs a rest too much.

It wasn't until the afternoon meal that Liu Biao's spirit was better.

"Stay up late?" Said Zhang Biao, who sat up behind the co-pilot and looked up.

"Well, I didn't sleep all night." Liu Biao wiped his eyes and extended his head out of the car window. He seemed to want to know where it was. At a glance, there were potholes on the road, and there were no signs, just like eight The countryside in China was so ordinary in the 1950s, he didn't see any reason to give up.

"Play backgammon?"

"Well, ***, only one game was won in the evening." When it came to backgammon, Liu Biao suddenly became very angry, his eyebrows were raised, and he cursed.

"Win a game! You win a game?" Zhang Yang doubted.

"Yi Di! I can't win?" Looking at Zhang Yang's still skeptical eyes, Zhang Yang's stiff neck suddenly softened and said weakly: "I unplugged the power supply, and then, when I went online, I said I won ... "

"Ahem ..."

Zhang Yang strongly controlled his smile. It is almost conceivable that Liu Biao is naturally not an opponent of intelligent procedures. It is estimated that after losing one night, he lost red eyes and simply let the little monk win the game.

I wonder if there was a quarrel with the young monk?

With a smile, Zhang Yang fantasized about Liu Biao's thunder, unplugging the power and going online to say he won. It is estimated that the little monk could not help Liu Biao in order to conceal that he was a wise program.

I don't know what benefit Liu Biao got in this "winning" game?

It is estimated that the young monk hurried Liu Biao, and presumably, Liu Biao wanted the young monk.

"Zhang Yang, this time training the killer, assigned me the 30th person, my uncle Biao personally trained them, ***." Liu Biao grinned and seemed to think of something very happy.

"Why 30 people?" Zhang Yang was very curious, Liu Biao is a person with no concept of numbers. If he said 30 people, then this data must have any practical significance.

"I, you, Azer, the three of us, ten of them, each assigned ten bodyguards, of course, thirty of them ... Oh, I almost forgot, and the old man, uh, forty people ..."

"..."

Zhang Yang was speechless. However, Zhang Yang immediately guessed Liu Biao's intentions. It is estimated that the “win” game last night was how to train killers or bodyguards. Presumably, the young monk provided a suitable training method for some ordinary people.

"An eighteen-year-old, one-eight-eight-meter-high, physically strong, poor child ... It is best to control his family, settle down, buy people's hearts ... and what is the pinch ..." Liu Biao closed her eyes, raised her finger, and muttered a word to herself.

"what's wrong?"

"These are some of the requirements for training bodyguards. Although the eighteen-year-old is a little older and fully developed, it is not suitable for training. However, we are too young to wait for them to grow up. Besides, the body is strong and powerful, and has momentum. So, choose the one who is about eighteen years old ... Hey, only those with family members will be loyal. "Liu Biao smiled with pride and complacent. It is estimated that this is the idea given to him by the young monk.

"Well, yes, you can do the bodyguards." Zhang Yang agreed with Liu Biao's idea. He was chased for nearly half a year, and it was a bit of a headache. If a group of sturdy bodyguards followed him, at least he felt safe. Much stronger.

...

This road was really quiet. Although small armed groups were often encountered on the road, after seeing the head of the mercenary, they all greeted kindly, and some even threw a few packets of cigarettes to the head. This guy has good connections in Somalia.

According to the current situation of Somalia introduced by the old man, do n’t look at the capital Mogadishu looks calm. In fact, there are countless pirate organizations in Somalia. The armed forces of the piracy organization surpass the armed forces of the political axe. Much bigger.

Of course, when it comes to political power, some political forces in the capital occupy a leading position. Moreover, most pirates have a strong political background. Rich people will consider the road ahead, support the power, and build a little political power for themselves. Do the background.

From the pirate who was bitten by the silver charm, it seems that he is trying to influence the political forces in Somalia. Otherwise, he would not carry so much cash.

However, Zhang Yang speculated that most of the pirates committed mutiny with a certain political force, and wanted to control Mogadishu and obtain greater political benefits. Because of his death, naturally, the mutiny that had not yet been launched aborted ... Thinking of the pirate who lost his life, Zhang Yang couldn't help but sigh again. A person's ambition will never be satisfied. Presumably, when the pirate started to be a pirate, he just wanted to mix a good life. When these problems were solved, he made a fortune. With a certain amount of power, ambitions have swelled sharply to the point where they want to be important in politics.

Human development is also ambition, and human destruction is also ambition!

Thinking of this, Zhang Yang couldn't help but think of the intelligent program little monk. If human mechanical civilization develops to a certain degree, will the intelligent program bring disaster to humankind?

This is an unobtainable answer. When human beings really get this answer, perhaps human beings have no control over the development and direction of history.

I do n’t know, how strong is the alien civilization? However, Zhang Yang believes that it must be dozens or hundreds of times more developed than the earth's civilization, which can be seen from their space jumping technology.

Although it is only about two hundred kilometers away, in a country where the economy is in a state of collapse, the highway is almost paralyzed. On the road, several trucks tow arms are plunged into the mud many times. If there are not many people, Coupled with a powerful armored vehicle, it is really a big trouble.

It was not until 2 o'clock in the morning that the convoy slowly entered a village. The road in the village was narrow and the convoy drove carefully. Fortunately, the four blacks were familiar with the road conditions, but it was safe.

at last.

After crooked driving for about half an hour on the country simple road, in the moonlight, I entered a relatively densely populated village, the roadside, the houses in threes and twos are very shabby and crumbling. I almost do n’t need to know. Here is a Poor and backward village.

Geographically, the village should be less than twenty kilometers away from the coastline.

"Ga!" A brake sound, the armored car walking in front of the road stopped and everyone got off to see, it turned out that as the road gets deeper and deeper, the road conditions have become worse and worse, even the powerful armored car can not Walking, the road is not only muddy, but also narrow.

"What to do?" Zhang Yang looked at the arms of the car in a depressed mood.

"Don't worry, hey, come here ..." The old man smiled indifferently, shouted in Arabic at the four black people who were timid with the feelings of the hometown, and kept touching the suit.

The four black men in suits and shoes immediately ran up and down. These black men were just dreaming of returning to their hometowns.

"Go, inform your boss, and let him call out all the young and middle-aged people who are a few kilometers away, oh ... no, as long as they can move things, just shout, give, these banknotes are sent to them, Just come here, one for each family, don't get it wrong, remember! "The old man took out four stacks of US dollars and smashed at the four.

"Okay, right now, right now ..."

Several black people ran away, and after taking a few steps, they suddenly stopped. When everyone was suspicious, they saw that they had taken off their leather shoes at the same time, rolled up their trousers, and then, barefoot. , Disappearing into the night ... "... they ..." Liu Biao opened his eyes and looked at the four black people that were gradually disappearing in front of the lights, his mouth wide open and he didn't know what to say.

"Brother, can you not use that idiot expression? You have to understand that they are very poor, very poor, that pair of shoes is the most expensive pair of shoes they have worn in their lives. Here are mud, naturally they are reluctant to step on them. , I'm sure, when they came, they changed their suits ... "The old man slaps on Liu Biao's head with an expression of hate and steel.

"***, so poor ... I thought that when I was studying, I was already poor enough, but there were people who were poorer than me. No, I had to change them, be my Uncle Biao, and walk barefoot. It's too shameful ... "

(To be continued)