MTL - I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World

The burning white phosphorus ignited everything, and only the tragic mourning of the deceased was left in the fire.

A total of eight clusters of white phosphorus bombs were thrown away, and the squares were turned into a piece of scorched earth, and the chiefs, warriors, men, women, old people, children, antelopes of the Moorish tribes, together with the traces of their existence, were all burned.

Manakala stood there, his eyes wide open, and the two-meter-high body trembled with his lips. Whether it was prayer, pleading or fear in his mouth, it became so small in front of the burning flame.

Sitting next to Manakara is the representative of the water lizard tribe who has made a deal with the Moorish tribe. The black man in a leopard coat, originally staring at Feng Yuan with his fat-looking eyes, looks at his eyes at this moment, but it is like watching the devil...

The same is true of the steel-steel tribes sitting next to Tululu, as if looking up at the devil, the original contemptuous sight was replaced by a deep bottomless fear.

Everyone is the same, the eyes are full of fear, except one person...

Du Aman’s chief stood up fiercely, looking at Feng Yuan with anger, his nose squirting a heavy snort like an angry bull.

The Moorish tribe is one of the most powerful vassals of the Steel Teeth tribe. It is the hound of the steel tribe guarding the northwestern territory. He can turn his client and the hound and turn a blind eye, but can't tolerate his guests smashing him. The head of the hound.

In addition to the two holding the tray, the surrounding maids fell back in horror. The black soldier standing in the shadow of the corner stared silently at Feng Yuan. He waited for the chieftain’s order and prepared himself to take him down.

However, they did not wait for the command of the Grand Chief. At this moment, Du Aman is staring at Feng Yuan.

He is waiting for an explanation.

However, Feng Yuan’s reaction was destined to disappoint him. This time, Feng Yuan did not look at his big chief again, just looking at the man shaking Manaka, faintly said.

"Our Pan-Asian people are paying attention to the rituals, and taking advantage of the glass of wine, the Moorish tribe can retain the last drop of blood."

After leaving this sentence, Feng Yuan took the translation behind him and turned to walk outside the palace.

When Feng Yuan walked to the door, the Grand Chief was preparing to stop him. Manakala suddenly slammed and slammed the glass in the tray, took the table knife and took a big step toward Feng Yuan. Chased up.

"I'm going to kill you!!!"

Seeing the destruction of the entire tribe, the tragic death of his own people, the flame of anger burned every inch of his blood vessels. He didn't think about anything now. He just wanted to dig up the heart of this Asian man and put it on the totem of the totem to pay homage to his people.

Seeing that Feng Yuan had stepped out of the door, Manaka, who chased the door, stretched his hand to grab his collar. However, the hand just stretched out less than half, it was a bang, and the dark brain was hit with a stick. Watermelon seems to be broken.

The gunshots are far away.

The palace is quiet and terrible.

Standing behind the big chief, the guard stepped forward and raised the rifle in his hand, aiming at the back of Feng Yuan, but was slammed by the big chief, and reached out and pressed the raised muzzle.

The aristocratic roots sitting at the banquet trembled as if to see a fat goat in front of them, tearing away a friendly camouflage in front of them, revealing the fangs hidden under the docile beard.

The whole tribe was slaughtered, and it was the most powerful and embarrassing Moorish tribe in the area of ​​Mombasa except the steel-steel tribe...

They now have only one thought in mind, that is, when the banquet is over, go back and tell their own people, these Asians are devils, and you must not provoke them.

After walking down the last step of the palace, Feng Yuan slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

Although only a short ten minutes.

But behind his back, he has been soaked in cold sweat...

One kilometer away, the sniper squatting on the roof of the temple, put away the rifle with blue smoke, and started the optical invisibility into the night of Mombasa, just like never before. After receiving the news that Feng Yuan returned to the development zone, the Marines who stood in the port duty tacitly shut down the insurance of the rifle, the sight behind the tactical eyepiece, no longer intentionally or unintentionally on the cigarettes of the black soldiers’ mouths. cast a glance.

This evening, the entire Mombasa was boiling.

The guards of the whole city were dispatched, saying that they were arresting the assassins. As a result, the last yellow face was not caught. A large number of black-faced slaves were arrested and dragged to the corner behind the prison. They were all executed like pigs. I don’t know. Who to kill for.

The next day, the news of Manorkara, the messenger of the Moorish tribe, was smashed at the door of the Grand Chief’s palace and spread throughout the city.

Asian businessmen doing business in Mombasa discussed the development zone or the port to avoid the limelight, but did not expect that when they left the city, the black people who were not honest would not attack them indiscriminately, but they would avoid the gods. ......

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"...we thought we had to wait a few days to get results. I didn't expect that the group of indigenous people would pull the containers back to the tribe that night, and they would also hold the munitions on the altar to celebrate. Our fighters are far from each other. I found them and didn't even aim at them."

In the villa of the coconut island, Jiang Chen, who was lying on the bed in a red strip, was listening to Xiaorou who was kneeling on him, and excitedly reported to him the business situation of future development.

When it came to destroying the Morse tribe, who had a rogue face, Xiaorou swayed his fists quite disgustingly. Yao Yao, who was sleeping next to it, had a small mouth. The cute little face was hung with a happy red cloud, holding Jiang Chen’s arm unconsciously.

Unlike Sun Xiaorou, Yao Jiayu’s classmates did not have such good physical strength. They couldn’t stand tired and fell asleep early.

Looking at Xiaorou, who was energetic because of the business of the future group of people, Jiang Chen smiled and said.

"As I said, it’s not good for you to smash them. But showing them weakness, waiting for you is endless trouble. Normal business methods don’t work there, they can’t distinguish very accurately. These two things, wealth and prey, naturally do not understand the truth of qi and wealth."

"Then why do we have to send the Grand Chief for twenty boxes of military money? The kind of person who has turned the wrong way, I don't want to give him a gun." The index finger fell on the lower lip, and Xiaorou was thinking about this problem very seriously, but Obviously I didn't want to understand too much.

"After all, the Moroccan tribe was slaughtered. I was afraid that the big chieftain was bleeding at the moment. The 20 boxes of arms were a step for him, and he was also reminding him of the things that future people can bring to him. It is the most needed munition of the Steel Teeth tribe. Now this distinguished customer is very angry." Reaching out the Xiaorou's nose, Jiang Chen said with a smile.

I believe that after the extortion of the Moorish tribe, the Lake Victoria Development Zone will become a restricted area in the minds of African tribes throughout Mombasa. Anyone who angers the development of future people will incur devastating revenge for his tribe.

In the end of Africa, this kind of behavior will not be ruthless, nor will it arouse any racial hatred. Instead, it will gain the respect and even respect of all tribes.