Chapter 1 The Zandala Tribe

How did Mo An's wife know that her subordinates would be so easily defeated? After a few seconds of stunned silence, she suddenly screamed. However, the scream was just a disguise. She flipped over a handgun from under the counter, aimed it at Zi's delicate face, and tried to pull the trigger.

Enraged, Zi pushed out a palm, and half of the counter immediately exploded. The bullet didn't even know where it flew.

Then, the fat black woman fell out from behind the counter like a meatball, crashing into the edge of a nearby table and falling unconscious on the spot.

The group searched around and even found two black children upstairs, who looked at them with hatred, like wild wolf cubs eyeing their prey with a creepy light.

However, Fang Senyan still had his bottom line. No matter how they looked, he would at most just smile. With Mo An's wife and children in his hands, he was confident that he could catch Mo An sooner or later.

However, Fang Senyan miscalculated this time. Well, it wasn't the first time he had miscalculated. His mistake was based on using traditional Chinese concepts to measure Mr. Mo An's perspective in Libya. He believed that for 99.9% of Chinese people, as long as they knew that their wife and children were in danger or had become hostages, they would definitely rush to the scene no matter what.

But for Mr. Mo An, he already had seven wives and more than twenty children, and regarded them as property like a flock of sheep. Would a person risk their life for less than one-sixth of their property? Obviously not.

This was the reason for Fang Senyan's failed reasoning. So, after waiting for more than half an hour and finding that what they eventually waited for was the government army maintaining order here, they immediately slipped away. Fighting was no problem, but the key was that there was no need to have a head-on conflict with these local snakes.

Next, Fang Senyan had no choice but to find a place to go online and make a phone call. Thanks to the current expansion of the base's strength, they got another phone number after changing locations twice. Less than an hour later, a black man with a crew cut and a face full of橫肉 (héng ròu, excess flesh) found them and listened to their intentions.

Then this black man, nicknamed Scorpion, frankly told them that he couldn't afford to offend the Zandala tribe of Benghazi. In fact, even the government army stationed here couldn't afford to offend this tribe and could only try to win them over. Scorpion's advice to them was to go home immediately, and he had a way to get the nearest flight ticket—of course, it wasn't free.

Fang Senyan thought for a while but didn't agree to Scorpion's proposal. Instead, he asked him:

"Do you have a way to find Mo An?"

Scorpion immediately grinned and said:

"That's no problem."

And he said that he could give them a 20% discount on the fee for this project, considering the introducer's face. Fang Senyan was too lazy to pay attention to him and directly offered three times the price, demanding that Mo An be found within two hours.

Scorpion seemed to be a very resourceful person. He immediately led them swaggeringly into the military camp, using the newly acquired US dollars to pave the way all the way. Five minutes later, they set off in the most intact off-road jeep in the military camp. This was a Dongfeng Warrior jeep purchased from China, half-new and half-old. Stepping on the accelerator, even on this road similar to a farm road, the feeling of being pushed back was still strong.

And the firepower on the jeep was also impressive. An NSV heavy machine gun dragged a long chain of bullets. The gun used a gas-operated automatic principle and a unique bolt-offset locking mechanism. Firepower points and bunkers within two kilometers would be completely useless in front of it. Of course, the price of using this thing was not cheap. BZ armor-piercing bullets and BZT armor-piercing incendiary bullets were its standard bullets. Scorpion said that an armor-piercing bullet was five dollars, and a BZT was eight dollars... The continuous rate of fire of this thing was an astonishing 700-800 rounds per minute!

"Mo An has three possible places to go." Scorpion turned his head, revealing his white teeth, and smiled: "Brothels, casinos, and his own tribe. I guess he has already heard the news that you are looking for him, so it is more likely that he will return to his own tribe. But we can also stop by the first two places along the way. It won't take too long."

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When driving on the crowded and backward streets, both sides were low and backward houses. It was impossible to go fast here, and it was no wonder that when discussing Africa, people always started with poverty and hunger. Fang Senyan and the others were shocked by the slums in the suburbs and the simple earthen houses in the countryside.

Maltuba has an airport and can be considered a relatively developed area. On the streets here, cigarette vendors open a pack of 20 cigarettes and sell them one by one. In the free market, cooking oil can even be sold by the spoonful, showing how low the purchasing power of ordinary people is.

But when they arrived in the internal area of the city, Fang Senyan realized that the entire city seemed to be built around one or several large-scale chain supermarkets as the core. Then various restaurants, cinemas, gyms, and clothing stores were always built around the supermarket. Of course, Mo An's casinos and brothels were also in this business district.

After entering the core area of the city, Fang Senyan was surprised to find that it was not easy to find a parking space in such a large parking lot. You could even see a dazzling array of goods in the supermarket, but the prices seemed ridiculously expensive:

The discounted price on the posters on the wall was: one *jin* (about 500g) of peaches, 40 RMB; a plastic bowl, more than 50 RMB; even a rubber hot water bag cost more than 70 RMB. People inside were always leisurely selecting items, pushing carts full of goods.

Utter poverty, bizarre wealth, the absolute gap between the rich and the poor was of course the root cause of civil war and turmoil.

When entering the casinos and brothels, it was of course impossible for Fang Senyan and the others to enter peacefully. They inevitably had to use violence. At this time, Scorpion seemed to be somewhat watching from the sidelines. Fang Senyan knew that this guy also had the intention of using himself to suppress and eliminate Mo An's forces, and then replace him. However, Fang Senyan was a very reasonable person. If Scorpion could find the person within his stipulated time, then everything would be fine. But if he spoke nonsense, then he would definitely pay a heavy price.

After a sweep, the only result was to confirm that Mo An should have returned to his tribe, which was his lair, and even a child of ten years old was very dangerous there. Because for ordinary people, even if the owner of the finger pulling the trigger was a child, the bullet was still quite deadly.

The Dongfeng Warrior galloped on the plains of Africa. For its excellent off-road performance, the crushed and bumpy yellow mud road was obviously not as good as driving directly on the grass. The problem of most vehicles worrying about getting stuck in the mud did not exist for this car.

After bumping for forty minutes, a forest and a river appeared in front of them, as well as a village that could be called a refugee camp. The most orderly buildings in this tattered place with colorful clothes drying were the two watchtowers at the entrance of the village, which were also machine gun turrets.

Having waited impatiently, Fang Senyan simply aimed the muzzle of the NSV heavy machine gun at the watchtower and then poured out two thousand four hundred to three thousand US dollars. Under normal circumstances, even 5cm of reinforced concrete permanent fortifications could not withstand the firepower of more than three hundred armor-piercing bullets, so the two wooden watchtowers and the sentries on them were undoubtedly torn into a sky full of dust and fog.

Frequent wars had prevented this tribe from being stunned by this sudden blow. Their proficient war experience allowed them to organize a counterattack in the shortest possible time. All the people of the tribe instantly transformed into warriors, regardless of the elderly, women, or children, because the bullets they fired were equally deadly.

However, the power they were facing could definitely not be defeated with bullets and gunpowder.

So fifteen minutes later, the gunshots here had stopped. Even Scorpion's face turned green. He was glad that he had not put into action some of the bad ideas in his head. Otherwise, today might be his death anniversary.

Lamtas silently carried a man over. This man's right hand was hit by an armor-piercing bullet and was directly crippled without any suspense, so his dark skin also showed a trace of paleness. He roared and struggled, looking at Fang Senyan with extremely angry eyes. Fang Senyan smiled faintly and said:

"Mr. Mo An, although this is our first meeting, we have had a pleasant conversation on the phone before, so I apologize for the harm I have caused to you and your people."

Mo An said in surprise:

"You are? You are that damn American?"

"Yes, the American who once told you that money is not a problem." Fang Senyan smiled. "I wonder if you remember the last sentence I said before I said goodbye?"

Since Fang Senyan took the initiative to mention it, Mo An's mind began to search gradually. He moved his chapped lips and said:

"If you piss you off, there will be big trouble."

"Yes." Fang Senyan nodded and said: "I am a person who keeps my word, but you take the money and don't do the job, so the big trouble has already started to find you."

Mo An's face became gloomy, and then he roared hysterically:

"No amount of trouble is comparable to offending the Zandala tribe of Benghazi! They will skin all of us alive!"

Fang Senyan's face also turned cold:

"I don't have time to talk nonsense with you. I'm in a hurry. One hour is 3600 seconds. Your tribe seems to have less than four hundred people, right? So from now on, I will kill one person every ten seconds! And you'll be last! I'm going to make an exception today because it seems that there are only two kinds of people in this damn place, desperadoes and non-desperadoes!"