Port Loko was one of the most important towns in Sierra Leone, with a permanent population of 20,000!
Yes, it was not as crowded as the subway station in the capital at five o'clock every afternoon.
However, they were much wealthier than Kobia.
Small boats were docked at the river port, indicating the prosperity of this place.
"Are there any spare rooms?"
Fanghua drove around the street for a long time and finally found a hotel with the most heavy machine guns. There were even people holding rocket launchers outside the hotel.
"There's only one presidential suite left!"
the waiter replied expressionlessly.
"Just tell me how much it costs!”
Fanghua shook the one-hundred-dollar bill fiercely and made up her mind that if it exceeded five hundred dollars, she must go to another house.
As if his heroism had intimidated the waiter, the mixed-race girl finally forced a smile." Three hundred dollars for dinner!"
"Uh..."
He seemed to have been tricked when he was in Kobia! That damned black bitch actually dared to ask him for three hundred dollars!
"Alright then! Money is just a number to me!"
Fanghua threw three Franklin's on the table, then took out an Ulysses Grant Glenn (fifty dollars) from her pocket: "Has anything interesting happened recently?”
"The Freedom Army is about to attack?"
"Something more f * cking explosive!"
The waiter looked left and right. After making sure that there was no one around, he quietly wrote down a place name on the paper and stuffed the bill into the cover.
"Room 401! Mr. Cartier!"
"I like this name!"
The presidential suite was much bigger than Fanghua imagined. There was even a separate kitchen, although his craftsmanship was not good!
There were two double beds and one single bed in the innermost part of the room. There was a price list at the head of the bed, which was filled with various special services and prices in English.
"What were you talking about downstairs?”
Mandy asked as she took off her clothes.
"Are you really going to expose me? I'll be shot by FB1!"
Fanghua said unhappily.
"I'm just recording the facts! Also, FB1 will definitely ignore you because you don't have any minerals!”
After Mandy said this, she happened to walk to the bathroom door. She used her charming eyes to look at him before entering the bathroom in satisfaction. Then, there was the sound of running water.
"Recently, this group of Freedom Army that suddenly appeared has already captured Kobia, causing the already rotten country of Sierra Leone even more fragmented.”
"This group of Freedom Army is purely a bunch of racists. Whether they are Asians or Caucasians, they will be brutally tortured and killed! They called for black autonomy! They also strongly condemned the government's inaction!”
"We are powerful! We are free! We want our own land! We will take Port Loko, Lonsar, Markeni, and even Freetown! In the future, there would only be one voice in this land! That was the cry of the black people for freedom!”
The person being interviewed on the television was a burly man. He had a long scar on his face and a pair of eyes that looked extremely dangerous. He was nearly two meters tall and had a spider tattoo on his chest, making the host beside him look even more petite. When he talked about freedom, his tone was filled with fanaticism.
This was a smart person!
This general named Billy knew how to pander to the media and how to win the support of more black people!
It seemed like they were going to continue their exile. However, it would probably take a lot of effort for the Freedom Army to capture Port Loko!
" What happened?!"
After a simple shower and enjoying a sumptuous dinner with Mandy, Fanghua still had a gloomy face.
"I'm thinking about how to enjoy a fragrant beauty like you!”
Fanghua carried Mandy to the bed.
"You're a bad guy!"
He didn't reveal anything about the Freedom Army. It was better for the men to worry about such things!
The next day, the sky was bright.
Fanghua climbed out of the gentle village. She didn't wake up the beauty in her arms and went straight downstairs.
"Hey! Beautiful goddess! Are you interested in going shopping with me?"
Fanghua leaned on the bar counter of the hotel and raised her eyebrows slightly.
"Sorry, I don't have time!"
The mixed-blood girl said without raising her head.
"Please, for Franklin's sake!”
Fanghua said as she took out a hundred dollars.
"Alright then! Long live Franklin!"
The mixed-race girl called her companion to help look after the shop, and she held Fanghua's arm and left the hotel.
"Tell me, guns? Drug? Or diamonds?"
The mixed-blood girl seemed to be very familiar with this kind of routine and asked directly.
"Guns! If it was an old version of AK, there would be no need! I want high-end goods!"
Fanghua touched the three thousand dollars in her pocket, not knowing if it was enough.
"What a picky customer!"
As he spoke, he sat in the driver's seat of the jeep and carried Fanghua to an inconspicuous bar on the edge of the town. The bar was closed during the day, perhaps it was already closed.
The mixed-blood girl knocked on the door and said,""I am Jane! There's business!"
After a while.
The door opened and a fat white man walked out.
"You can call me Elephant! Nice to meet you!"
As he spoke, he stretched out his huge palm.
"My name is Cartier!"
The moment his hands held each other, the elephant jumped up and twisted his hand, slamming him against the door.
"Listen, I just want to dispel some of your unreliable ideas!”
As he spoke, he took out a pistol and a military dagger from his waist.
Jane seemed to be used to it and watched the farce with her arms crossed.
"You're an American? How barbaric!"
Fanghua lay down honestly and complained in her mouth.
"This is the first time someone in Africa has called the Americans barbaric! We are the gods here!"
The elephant shrugged.
There were only ten seats in the bar, and there was a layer of dust on the bar counter. It must have been a long time since anyone cleaned it.
He followed the elephant into the room and stopped at a security door.
"God is here!"
The elephant banged on the door and roared.
With a creak, the security door was opened.
A long-haired man walked out. He was about 30 years old and had a beard. He was 1.8 meters tall and looked very good. The mixed-race girl was excited when she saw him.
"Asians! These are all my treasures! There was a price list next to the gun. Of course, if you wanted to buy heavy firepower, you had to discuss the price first before shipping it!”
The handsome white man introduced all kinds of weapons to Fanghua.
"What if I want to buy an armored vehicle?”
Fanghua looked at him playfully.
"Armored vehicle? That would be very troublesome! If the price was reasonable, it was not impossible!”
The handsome white man hesitated slightly and said to Fanghua.
"It was just a joke!"
It was somewhat different from what Fanghua thought. With an M16 and a hundred bullets, Fanghua's vault was about to run out.
The price had increased by four times. It was simply a vampire!
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