Chapter 56: Bloody Bread

  Africa, Gambia.

  The Gambia is located in West Africa, bordering the Atlantic Ocean to the west. It is one of the world's least developed countries, with a main source of income being agriculture (mainly peanuts, millet and sorghum) and tourism. The Gambia has a total area of approximately 11,300 km2, a population of around 1.8 million, and a military force consisting of about 1000 personnel, including the navy.

  The civil war is mainly between ethnic groups, with over a hundred ethnic groups and tribes, including the Mandinka, Fula, Wolof, Jola and Serer. The inter-ethnic hatred has filled this Islamic nation with violence and bloodshed, waging holy wars, and conducting Islamic versus Islamic holy wars.

  The poorer and more chaotic, the more latent ones were attacked by unknown factions after entering Gambia. These armed forces had dozens of people at most and seven or eight people at least, holding ak-47s, and even many underage children.

  When they saw the weapons in the hands of the ambushers, they all chose to retreat. They were violent but not stupid, knowing who could be provoked and who couldn't.

  A group of people entered a small village in Brikama, south of the Gambian capital Banjul. The village is not big, less than 1,000 square meters, relying on cotton planting and fishing for a living. But this village is the most lazy and violent place in all of Gambia. They are very poor, some families have only one pair of pants, because the little corn they planted was taken away by the village tyrant, leaving them with just enough money to survive.

  When Zhao Ziyang and his entourage entered the village, the villagers looked at them in a flurry, but quickly closed their doors tightly and hid in their homes to peek. This is not a tourist area, there are few foreigners, let alone fully armed foreigners carrying guns and ammunition.

  However, some children were not afraid of Zhao Ziyang and his entourage. These wide-eyed, pot-bellied kids would cautiously walk up to them and stretch out their hands.

  They are hungry and want food.

  Angel's heart softened at the sight, and she reached into her backpack to pull out a packet of compressed biscuits and chocolate, but this action was stopped by Zhao Ziyang.

  A piece of chocolate was pinched in Zhao Ziyang's hand and waved in front of the child, he knew how much temptation this piece of chocolate would bring to this hungry child.

  The child stared at the chocolate in front of him with dead eyes, swallowed hard, and then looked at Zhao Ziyang with a face full of longing.

  This child knows that he must do something for the person in front of him to get this piece of chocolate, it's like that in the village, you have to do something to exchange for food.

  "I have chocolate." Zhao Ziyang half bent down and tore open the chocolate, fanning the fragrance of the chocolate to the child's nostrils and said: "I don't just have chocolate, I also have a lot of cookies and bread, and American dollars too."

  Swoot pulled out a $10 bill and waved it in front of the kid.

  Ten US dollars is enough for a family to eat for half a month here, the temptation of US dollars is very great, and the temptation of chocolate is also very great.

  "Here you go." Zhao Ziyang handed the chocolate to the child.

  The child who grabbed the chocolate stared at Zhao Ziyang with a timid pair of eyes, swallowed the chocolate in one gulp, and then looked up again with a thirsty gaze.

  "Hahaha... Zhao Ziyang burst out laughing and, waving the compressed biscuits and chocolate in his hand at those hiding at home, said: "I have chocolate, I have biscuits, I have US dollars, if you want them..."

  After hesitating for a while, the adults hiding at home slowly came out and surrounded Zhao Ziyang and his party in the middle. For them, nothing was more tempting than food and money. If they were given a choice, they would unhesitatingly choose food.

  Suerte, Omo, Dao Feng and others immediately formed an outward-facing circle, pointing their guns at the villagers who surrounded them. These villagers would absolutely make a grab for food under hunger, and the gun was the greatest threat to them.

  Facing the muzzles of guns, most villagers dispersed with a loud noise and locked themselves in their homes again. However, there were also a few brave ones who did not escape. Their eyes gleaming with green light showed that they were so hungry that even if they would be shot to death immediately, they still wanted to eat one mouthful.

  "Whoever can bring out the most powerful person in your village, this cookie is for whoever it is." Zhao Ziyang tore open a compressed cookie and let the aroma spread.

  With a loud noise, the remaining villagers immediately rushed desperately towards the north of the village.

  "Cut it out, Zhao Ziyang! You're just cheating people, and the compressed biscuits are not even edible." Xiaoyezi pouted, expressing her dissatisfaction and indignation at Zhao Ziyang's attempt to entice people with compressed biscuits.

  This little wild cat has been proud of saving Zhao Ziyang's life, and has been relying on him ever since. She followed the infiltrators from Afghanistan to Africa, having a great time along the way. Although Angie didn't approve of her becoming an infiltrator mercenary, this little wild cat is feared by everyone in the team, with her incredible hidden weapons being even more deadly than guns.

  "It's a delicacy for them." Zhao Ziyang muttered to himself, watching as a group of people surged over from the north of the village.

  There were about twenty or thirty of them, all holding guns, led by a young black man wearing sports pants and leather shoes on his lower body and a tattered suit on his upper body, running towards Zhao Ziyang.

  "Foreigners, this is my territory. What are you running here for?" The leading black man had his hands in the pockets of his sports pants, looking up with a proud and arrogant face.

  Behind him, those blacks raised their rifles at Zhao Ziyang and his party.

  "Hahaha..." The little wild cat burst out laughing at the other's ridiculous and fashionable attire.

  This smile attracted the black leader's gaze, and his eyes lit up immediately. He scanned Angie and Little Wildcat one by one with a hungry expression in his eyes. However, when he saw the six-barreled heavy machine gun in Omo's hand, he chose to withdraw his gaze, knowing that the other side was not easy to mess with.

  "You," Zhao Ziyang pointed at the black leader and said in a tone that brooked no argument: "Get it done for me!"

  The black leader who heard this sentence burst out laughing, he took out a half of inferior cigar from his pocket and put it in his mouth, and said to Zhao Ziyang: "What makes you think I should help you? Taiwanese people give me $100 a month, I can smoke a cigar every day, what makes you think I should help you?"

  Gambia is heavily dependent on Taiwan, including their naval fleet which was donated by Taiwan and they also give them money. Taiwanese people set up factories and mines here, monopolizing the cotton industry and mines, using Gambia's extremely cheap labor force.

  The reason is that Gambia established diplomatic relations with Taiwan on July 13, 1995. One week after establishing diplomatic ties with Taiwan, China announced the termination of its diplomatic relations with Gambia.

  There are many reasons for this, the most important of which is that Taiwan can give them money. As for deeper reasons, they are unknown, perhaps it's some other political deal made by Taiwan.

  Everyone laughed when they heard this sentence.

  "Suote." Zhao Ziyang called out Suote.

  Suiwa smiled and took out two $100 bills, handing them to Zhao Ziyang. He patted the black leader's waist pocket, indicating there was more inside.

  The black man's eyes gleamed with greed, and the half cigar in his mouth was also thrown to the ground by him.

  "Here's 200." Zhao Ziyang casually threw two banknotes back onto the ground and said to the black leader who was squatting down to pick up the money: "Start work immediately."

  The black leader, who had received two hundred US dollars, showed a smile all over his face. He looked at the banknotes left and right, confirmed they were real, then put them into his underwear, waved his hand to signal his men to lower their guns.

  "Boss, is there anything I can help with?" The black leader asked with a respectful face.

  He doesn't even look at An Qi'er and Xiao Ye Mao, two seductive beauties. Women are worthless compared to money. The boss in front of him is more generous than Taiwanese people, letting him immediately abandon his old employer and choose to follow the new one.

  "Alright." Zhao Ziyang nodded and said to the black leader: "Gather all your people who can fight together."

  The black leader who received the order immediately began to work, and with dozens of people under his command, he quickly turned over the village, and all the men were taken out, totaling more than 200 people, including old people and children.

  Facing the villagers was a ferocious appearance, but facing Zhao Zi Yang, this god of wealth, the black leader became extremely humble.

  "Boss, everyone is gathered." The black leader nodded and bowed, letting Zhao Ziyang take a look.

  About two hundred people, with half of them being elderly and children. However, it doesn't matter, as long as you're born here and are a man, you're a warrior.

  The blade handed a suitcase to Zhao Ziyang and threw a large bag on his body to the ground, which didn't look light.

  With a "slam", Zhao Ziyang opened the suitcase, revealing stacks of US dollars inside. Each stack was made up of 100 $10 bills, making the total value of the suitcase around one million US dollars.

  The originally restless villagers immediately calmed down when they saw so much dazzling US dollars, and their eyes all shone with a longing light.

  The straps on the big bag were also untied, and the black bread inside rolled out of the mouth of the bag, igniting the villagers' desire to the extreme.

  "Are you going to fight?" Zhao Ziyang asked loudly.

  This sentence is actually nonsense, these people will fight as long as they can hold a gun. Armed factions fighting against armed factions, ethnic groups fighting against ethnic groups, all men will fight.

  "Listen up." Zhao Ziyang pulled out a stack of US dollars and said to the villagers in front of him, "As long as you help me with something, each person will get ten US dollars plus a loaf of black bread."

  The villagers became quiet, not because they were unwilling, but because they were waiting for Zhao Ziyang to speak and let them do things, so that they could get the ten dollars and a black bread as soon as possible. To say nothing of the ten dollars, even if it was just a stale black bread, they would be willing to work.

  Some women opened the doors of their homes and stood in the ranks, more and more women came out of their homes and stood in the ranks, in a short time, all the villagers who could hold weapons, men and women, old and young, stood in the ranks.

  "Alright." Zhao Ziyang nodded and turned his head to pull out a US dollar bill, handing it to the black leader and asked: "Are there Taiwanese people here?"

  The black man who got the money again nodded vigorously and pointed east of the village, saying: "There is a factory over there, and it's run by Taiwanese people."

  "Very good." Zhao Ziyang's face broke into a smile, and he loudly told the villagers: "There is a Taiwanese factory to the east. Go kill everyone inside, then come back to collect your money and bread."

  The crowd suddenly rioted and rushed eastward, even without taking wooden sticks to run towards the Taiwanese factory.

  "Kill all, get bread! Kill all, get bread!......"

  Slogans rose from the rioting crowd, with only one thought in their minds: kill them all and get bread!