From arms dealer to king of war

Are there any talents among Afika’s black buddies?

There must be some, but it's a pity that Qiao Jia doesn't know many of them.

Most of the people he met were low-level workers like Zabu, and old fritters like the airport owner Sailimu.

Laziness is a common problem in almost all Afika countries. As long as they have enough food, a fire, and some drinks, they will be high until the next morning.

This situation is not obvious in North SD, because their survival pressure is relatively high, and most of the people there are MSL. In terms of blood, the majority of people here are black and white.

But in the areas bordering South SD, including the entire southern region, which are in fact ruled by various tribes, those people are simply a model of carpe diem.

Optimism is really optimistic, cruelty is really cruel!

The militias of various tribes are better to say militias, but in a period of relative chaos, they are no better than bandits.

Qiao Jia had seen when he was a child, two nearby villages fought and killed people over the release of water, and then stayed away from each other for a long time and were not allowed to intermarry.

This is pretty much what the tribes here mean. For the sake of territory, profit, and even a few cows, they want to kill each other, and they actually take action to make the blood feud deeper and deeper.

The guy who ordered the AK74 from Qiao Jia was a militia leader from the Siruk tribe.

Qiao Jia asked someone to inquire about it before. Now there is a conflict between the Siruk people and the Dinka militia. It is said that many people have died. The reason for buying guns in such a hurry should be to save the situation.

They will definitely not be able to defeat the Kadin tribe in a battle, and 50 rifles can barely allow them to maintain a certain counterattack capability.

This is the reason why Qiao Jia is determined to take risks. There is a slight sense of justice at work in it. It is more because the Siruk people, as the weaker party, should not offend more people in theory. Especially those who can help them.

But even so, Qiao Jia did feel a little unsure. It was the first time he went to do business in someone else's territory, and he was alone. This was not something he simply had the courage to do.

So when Zab said that Buffalo Allen and Hyena Kaman could be hired, he was a little tempted.

As mentioned earlier about Afika's talents, in the eyes of Qiao Jia, the bison Allen is a typical 'talent' of Afika. He is two meters tall and as strong as an ox. He can strangle a zebra with his bare hands and carry it on his back. The 80-kilogram man salutes and travels without gasping for air.

The most important thing is that this guy looks like a gangster and has a very savage personality.

Also because of his character, Qiao Jia didn't like this guy very much.

But 'Hyena' Kaman is different. He is from the Bali tribe and is now Damazin's most senior hunting guide and the best grassland guide.

This 45-year-old guy has been fighting for more than 30 years. As a tribal mercenary, he has never stopped fighting.

From bows and arrows to swords to rifles, this guy is a living fossil of the Afika war, and he was lucky enough to survive such a high-frequency conflict. He is a real veteran who has fought for the rest of his life.

The Afika people don't care about this, but Qiao Jia knows that if he can survive in this level of battle for 30 years, and has persisted since he was 15 years old, if this guy is literate, he can be an Afika if he writes a book. Brother's war textbook.

This is a real talent in Qiao Jia’s eyes!

Qiao Jia waited at the airport for half an hour, but the pilot Sailimu hadn't arrived yet. Instead, Zabu came with three black people.

Aaron the buffalo, Kaman the hyena, and a slightly younger black man.

Zabu proudly rushed to Qiao Jia's side with his toothless mouth grinning, and said: "Jackal, I found people for you. If you decide to hire them, you must give me a tip."

Qiao Jia helplessly took out a pile of broken banknotes, picked two five-yuan bills and stuffed them into Zabu's hand, saying, "Don't use them to drink. Buy more food for your wife and children."

When Zabu saw the US dollars in hand, he couldn't listen to what Qiao Jia said.

He danced happily and ran to the side, holding two dollars and looking left and right at the sun, as if he didn't have enough.

The dollar in Qiao Jia's hand made Buffalo Allen's eyes light up. This scary-looking black guy looked at Qiao Jia greedily and said, "If you want to hire me, you must first give me 1,000 US dollars. I can give it to you." It only costs $100 a day to work."

Zabu next to him heard the price offered by the bison Allen, and he said angrily: "Hey, Allen, this is against the rules. The jackal is my uncle's friend."

Buffalo Allen glared at Zabu with a strange look, waved his hand and said: "There are no rules. I follow the rules in Damazin. This guy is a smuggler. What is he loading on the ceremony stand? Mobile phone? Computer? Electric light?"

If he doesn't give me money, there's no chance of leaving Damazin. "

Putting aside the size of Buffalo Allen, this kind of bastard Qiao Jia has seen many times in his life.

He waved his hand to signal the angry Zabu and the proud Allen to calm down, and turned his face to Kaman.

Kaman is a middle-aged black man with a somewhat skinny appearance. He is said to be 45 years old, but he looks like he is 60 years old.

On his bald head was a dirty peaked cap with no visible logo, a gray beard, and a camouflage training uniform.

Kaman, who is about 1.75 meters tall, looks a little less than 1.7 meters because of his stooped back. The overly large training uniform looks a bit funny on him.

In the eyes of ordinary people, this was a lifeless old man who was about to die, but Qiao Jia did not dare to look directly into Kaman's eyes, not because Kaman's eyes were powerful, but because there was no life in Kaman's eyes.

There was basically no luster in the lifeless eyes, but Qiao Jia, a rookie, was instinctively afraid. This was a physiological reaction and had nothing to do with anything else.

Avoiding Kaman's eyes and staring at the bridge of his nose, Qiao Jia smiled and said, "Can you work for me?"

Kaman nodded and said in relatively proficient English: "Yes sir, I need money.

If the price is right, I'd like to work for you. "

Qiao Jia was silent for a moment and said, "How far can you do it?"

Kaman glanced at Allen, who was holding his arms and arrogantly, and said: "Then it depends on how much money you can give me..."

As he spoke, Kaman pulled a young black man next to him and said: "This is my son Muto, he is a hard-working boy and married to a beautiful wife.

But neither of his previous two children survived, and last week his wife died in her hospital bed while pregnant with his third child.

He wanted to leave here and start over in Ethiopia. He wanted to run a farm.

These require at least $20,000!

If you give me twenty thousand dollars, I can do anything for you. I am very familiar with Afika. "

Kaman’s ‘Job Application’ made Buffalo Allen laugh out loud, and kept mocking Kaman’s ignorance using local black slang.

Qiao Jia ignored the big man. He walked into Kaman and whispered: "Do you know what is on the plane's salute rack?"

Kaman raised his head and said softly: "Looking at the size, it should be a gun!"

Upon hearing this, Qiao Jia stretched out his hand to hold Kaman's shoulders and said in his ear: "Twenty thousand in advance, annual salary of twenty thousand.

If you work for me for a year, you will get 40,000 US dollars. If you die, I will give your son an extra 20,000 US dollars in pension.

Do you have any opinion on my current situation? "

After hearing this, Kaman subconsciously licked his dry lips, and then he suddenly dwarfed and rushed towards the buffalo Allen, like a wild dog rushing towards a lion...