Chapter 1623 Looking for Death

"Actually, I don't know, but I always have an uneasy feeling inside."

When Yang Hua felt uneasy, he saw that the palace of Muhan was strictly guarded at this moment.

The Muhan Palace was today filled with soldiers from the Corpse Corps with strange patterns painted on their faces. Each one of them was standing there with a cold gun in his hand.

I saw the bright lights in Muhan's palace.

Inside the palace, I saw many Somali soldier leaders standing there.

One by one stood there.

The moment they stood, they saw a burly figure slowly walking out from there. The moment they walked out, they saw all the officers not only carrying their luggage together towards the burly and tall guy.

who is he?

If you look closely at that man, you will see that he has dark and strong skin, a steel-like color, and his eyes are full of endless anger and murderous intent.

General.

Yes, this person is actually a general?

Why is he still alive?

But the person in front of him was indeed the general.

When these subordinates saw the general, they not only performed military salutes one by one.

"Have you caught those bastards?" I suddenly heard the general in front of me yell.

There was endless anger in his voice, as if he wanted to kill those who assassinated him with a thousand knives.

The Somali generals in front of them all lowered their heads one by one.

I saw the general roaring angrily and saying: "Damn, they are all just a bunch of losers! There are thousands of people, and you can't even catch a few of them. What do I do to feed you?"

The general in front of him cursed and yelled.

"If I hadn't worn an extra bulletproof vest today, I would have been beaten to death by now. What do you bastards do for a living?"

No wonder the general in front of me is not dead! It turns out that this guy was wearing a bulletproof vest today.

Maybe it was luck, maybe he was not destined to die, but the general is still alive at this moment.

"Search them for me! Those bastards must still be in Mogadishu. There is absolutely no way they could leave the city so quickly. When I see them, I must arrest them. I will cut off their flesh one by one.

." The general roared.

After hearing the general roaring in front of them, the generals under their command did not dare to say anything anymore.

They nodded one by one, then quickly retreated, searching for Yang Hua and the others throughout the city.

After this assassination incident, the entire Somali capital, which was already chaotic, became even more chaotic at the moment.

The troops began to search for Yang Hua and others from place to place.

As long as they find suspicious people, they will beat them and ask them how many poor Somalis have died tragically.

But Yang Hua and the others were still not found.

Quarantine!

This so-called quarantine zone built in Mogadishu, the capital of Somalia, is not to isolate others, but to isolate the Somalis in front of you.

All the people living in this quarantine area are Nikola's people.

The huge quarantine area in front of us covers a total of 40,000 square meters.

There are specially built entertainment cities and villas as well as necessary necessities.

The entire quarantine area is surrounded by an iron fence more than 2 feet high, preventing Somali civilians from entering.

At the only entrance, there were four cold Americans standing, each holding a gun in their hands, which was a military-style Woods submachine gun.

Everyone stood there coldly.

At this moment, I was thinking about the three black Mercedes-Benz vehicles driving from the quarantine area. After arriving at the gate of the quarantine area in front of me, four Americans in black suits stood at the door and hurriedly opened the iron gate.

After the iron door opened, the three black Mercedes-Benz cars in front of them drove in.

After arriving at the parking lot, we parked quietly.

After the car stopped, the car door was opened by a bodyguard, and a Greek man with long hair walked out of the car.

Rakshasa.

It's just that today's Rakshasa did not show the gentleman-like smile he had in the past, but his entire face was as pale as a piece of white paper.

After walking down, he walked into one of the largest villas with a cold face.

I saw a total of 8 Americans in black suits standing at the door of the villa.

After walking in with the Rakshasa in front of me, I saw that the inside was even more impressive than the Namuhan Palace, and the building was even brighter than the Namuhan Palace.

As he continued to move forward, he saw four red rubber sofas placed in the hall. On the bright red sofa, a middle-aged man with curly hair wearing a red pajamas was sitting.

.

He exposed his chest, which was covered with black chest hair. There was white powder in front of him. At this moment, the man was lowering his head and sucking the drugs on it.

After taking a deep breath, he suddenly raised his head, pinched his nose with one hand, and his whole body shuddered involuntarily, as if he felt particularly comfortable, and even his eyes radiated a strange spiritual light.

Where is Rakshasa at this moment? He is walking in step by step.

"Are you here?" I heard the man in front of me wearing red pajamas, with slightly curly hair revealing a furry and strong chest, raising his head and saying.

What about the Rakshasa in front of me? After hearing the voice, he slowly said: "Yes."

His voice sounded extremely respectful.

Who could have imagined that such an awesome killer would become so respectful when facing the drug addict in front of him at this moment!

Who is this guy?

"Is that (nigger) dead?" The man in red pajamas suddenly raised his head and stared at the Rakshasa in front of him.

Who is this nigger he's talking about?

I heard the Rakshasa slowly say: "No! We put on a body armor for him when he went out to give a speech, so the shot did not kill him."

After Rakshasa finished speaking, it was obvious that the nigger they were talking about was the Somali general.

Hearing what Rakshasa said, the man suddenly laughed crazily.

"You can survive this? What a fucking fate! Fuck!." I heard the man in red pajamas in front of me curse angrily.

"Who is this person from?" The man in red pajamas in front of me looked at the Rakshasa in front of me and said, at the same time, one of his hairy thighs was crossed and dangled there.

But what about the Rakshasa in front of me? He seemed to be in awe of this guy.

He slowly replied: "The people sent by the old man."

"It seems that the old man now knows everything about our betrayal." The Rakshasa in front of him continued.

Who knew that the man in red pajamas suddenly had a cold look in his eyes: "He knows? What can he do if he knows? Send a few clown characters to my territory to cause trouble? It's just asking for death! This is not the United States, this is Africa.
Chapter completed!