Chapter 55: Desire for Survival

  It wasn't long before a group of villagers who had killed for bread returned, their bodies exuding a ferocious brutality that was survival, desire, and struggle.

  The people running in front were covered in blood, holding several bloody and indistinct human heads.

  "Bread! I want bread! I want dollars!!" The villagers, like rioters, shouted loudly, instantly surrounding Zhao Ziyang and his group.

  Let them finish what they have to do, now it's time to fulfill the promise. The villagers who had just killed people stared at Zhao Zi Yang, if he dared to go back on his word, even in the face of so many guns, they would rush up without hesitation.

  This is a contract of transaction, and contracts are sacred to them.

  "Sharp blade." Zhao Ziyang shouted.

  The knife-wielding man with a smile on his face grabbed a black bread and said to the villagers: "Women and children line up in pairs, men line up in a row, there will be bread and US dollars, haha..."

  The villagers immediately formed two lines, one to receive bread and the other to receive ten dollars from Swarte. They didn't scramble for it; this was what they were supposed to get, and more wasn't theirs unless there was another deal.

  It wasn't long before the bread and US dollars were distributed to everyone, and they looked at Zhao Ziyang's eyes with gratitude, as if Zhao Ziyang and his entourage were their true gods.

  Zhao Ziyang gestured to pick up the remaining large box of US dollars, walked to several blood-stained heads and gently kicked them with his boots, confirming that they were indeed faces of Eastern people.

  "Zhao Ziyang!!!", the little wild cat let out a roar, she furiously yelled at Zhao Ziyang: "How could you let these people go and kill us Chinese?"

  Zhao Ziyang slowly turned around upon hearing the cry of a wild cat, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

  "When did Taiwanese people acknowledge themselves as Chinese? You killed Taiwanese, please don't assume they are Chinese just because you want to, since they themselves do not admit it."

  。”

  Facing Zhao Ziyang's rebuttal, Xiaoyezi Zhang was speechless, but her heart was still filled with anger. She had to admit that Zhao Ziyang was telling the truth, Taiwanese people only acknowledge themselves as Taiwanese and never acknowledge themselves as Chinese. It seems like acknowledging oneself as Chinese is a very shameful thing. Saying Taiwanese are Chinese is just wishful thinking.

  Of course, there are also those who acknowledge this. The vast majority of them are people who moved to Taiwan after 1949 and recognize themselves as Chinese. This proportion is very small and has been decreasing with the passage of time.

  The little wild cat sullenly pulled out an apple and started gnawing on it, staring at Zhao Zi Yang's back with a murderous gaze while chewing.

  At this time, a black man with a gun walked over, seemingly wanting to say something to Zhao Ziyang, but hesitating.

  "What did you want to say?" Zhao Ziyang asked.

  "I, I want more dollars!" The black man plucked up his courage and stared at the suitcase in Swarte's hand, swallowed a mouthful of saliva and continued: "If you can give me one hundred, no, fifty dollars..."

  With a rustling sound, five banknotes were slapped on the black man's body.

  "Speak!" Zhao Ziyang stared at his opponent.

  The black man carefully hid five banknotes in his body and said to Zhao Ziyang, "Mopote helped the Taiwanese people run away, he didn't go with us."

  Upon hearing this, Zhao Ziyang looked around and did not see the black leader from earlier. He immediately understood that the Taiwanese man must have given him more money.

  "Haha...not bad, not bad!" Zhao Ziyang patted the black man's shoulder and asked: "What's your name?"

  Buku.

  "Alright." Zhao Ziyang nodded and smiled: "Buku, are you willing to follow me to capture Mopati and that Taiwanese person?"

  "Money! I want money!" Buko stretched out his right hand.

  As long as you give them money, they can help you with anything. To them, killing someone is just a trivial matter.

  Another five $10 bills were thrown at Buko, who immediately waved his hands at the other armed blacks after receiving the money and chased after the black leader with Zhao Ziyang and others.

  。

  A group of people passed through the east side of the village and soon caught up with Mopti and that Taiwanese businessman.

  Seeing the people chasing after them, Moputi shouted loudly at Bukou and others, and even pointed his gun at Bukou, trying to use his own prestige to intimidate his men. But all these were useless, for Bukou and others no longer recognized this leader of theirs, as he had betrayed them.

  Enraged, Mopet takes aim at Bukowski and fires his gun.

  Bang!

  The gunshot rang out, and the knife's edge lightly blew air onto his own handgun, then elegantly holstered it.

  The bullet hit the rifle in Mopti's hand, directly knocking the rifle out of his hand.

  This shooting technique made Buko and others look at Kaito's face with a changed expression, becoming extremely worshipful and fearful.

  "Bu Ku, go and kill Mo Pu Ti, kill him, then all the money on his body is yours." Zhao Zi Yang nodded to Bu Ku, making a promise to him.

  Moputi was originally Zhao Ziyang's, which was bought by Zhao Ziyang with his own money. He had no right to move the money and goods in his possession. But now that Zhao Ziyang has spoken, he is naturally extremely excited, having personally seen Moputi receive two hundred US dollars, a huge sum of money.

  Maupertuis' face changed color, and the Taiwanese people who escaped with him also changed color.

  A long knife appeared in Buko's hand, and he charged at Mopti with a ferocious face, swinging the knife fiercely.

  "Poof", a stream of fresh blood shot out, Mopti's neck was cut off by Bukou with one knife, and the whole person fell to the ground softly.

  Buku, who had just killed his leader, did not linger. He cut off Mopti's head from the shoulders with a knife and then cut off Mopti's **. The head was held high by him, ** was stuffed into his waist.

  "Waaaahhhhhh......" Bukou let out a loud wail, allowing the fresh blood dripping from his raised head to stain his entire face.

  The rest of the blacks hastened to bow down to Buko and acknowledged Buko as their new leader.

  "How barbaric." Omo shook his head and gave Zhao Ziyang a glance.

  。

  "This time it's not that the egg is broken, but there are no eggs at all." Dao Feng teased Ao Mo with a raised eyebrow and playful eyes.

  Aomo glared fiercely at the knife's edge, panting heavily as he turned his head away.

  Buku on this side has already turned over Mopti's body, and finally took off the clothes on the corpse and put them on himself, with a satisfied expression.

  "Spare my life, spare my life, please let me go!" The Taiwanese man begged Zhao Ziyang in awkward Mandarin, frantically pulling out money and saying to Zhao: "I'll give you money, one hundred US dollars, no, two hundred US dollars, no, no, no, one thousand US dollars!!! For the sake of us all being Chinese, please spare my life!"

  Taiwanese people took out a handful of US dollars and knelt down to Zhao Ziyang at the moment when their lives were threatened.

  "Hehe, okay, but you have to answer a question for me." Zhao Ziyang said with a smile.

  As soon as they see a glimmer of hope for survival, Taiwanese people immediately nod vigorously.

  "Do you know who China's national leader is?" Zhao Ziyang asked, squatting in front of the Taiwanese.

  "Know, know, know, know..." Taiwanese people wipe their sweaty foreheads and keep saying "know", but can't say it out loud.

  "Okay, then I'll ask another question, are you saying *** is from China or Taiwan?"

  "Taiwan's!"

  The words came out of his mouth without any hesitation. But after saying this, the Taiwanese realized that they had made a big mistake.

  After asking, Zhao Ziyang turned his head to look at the little wild cat, a smile appearing on his face.

  "Hmph!" Xiao Yeoming let out a heavy snort, turned her head and refused to look at Zhao Ziyang and the Taiwanese man.

  It's clear that Xiao Ye this time really had nothing to say, so she angrily turned her head and refused to respond.

  "Alright, since you can speak Mandarin, I'll spare your life. But you have to pay for it." Zhao Ziyang's mouth corners slightly curved upwards, revealing a very handsome smile.

  When they heard that money could buy life, Taiwanese people immediately handed over all their money to Zhao Ziyang, with a pitiful look on their faces.

  。

  "No, no, no, don't take me for one of those Gambians. One thousand dollars? You're insulting me. Remember, as long as you're alive, you have everything; if you're dead, you have nothing. Think carefully." Zhao Ziyang's words were laced with thick temptation, educating the other on the preciousness of life.

  The Taiwanese man suddenly came to his senses and realized that he wanted his life, not money. Thinking of this, he immediately took out a checkbook from his pocket and handed it to Zhao Ziyang with both hands.

  "All of them are stamped and signed, Swiss banknotes."

  Zhao Ziyang smiled and reached out to take the checkbook, but before he could touch it, a pair of hands stretched out and took it away. As for the owner of this pair of hands, Zhao Ziyang could only express his helplessness, as An Qi'er had taken control of all his money, just like a strict housekeeper.

  Angel took over the checkbook, flipped through it, nodded at Zhao Ziyang, and put it in her own pocket.

  "Alright, you can go now." Zhao Ziyang patted the Taiwanese man on the shoulder, indicating that he could leave.

  With Zhao Ziyang's permission, the Taiwanese immediately put the money in their hands into their pockets and rushed forward. He had to get far away from this damn place and must go to Banjul, the capital of Gambia, and then find the Gambian authorities to catch these bandits and shoot them dead.

  "Head, are you letting them go?" Swarte asked Zhao Zi Yang curiously, he thought it wasn't a good idea to let them go.

  Zhao Ziyang patted Swarth's shoulder and loudly said to the crowd in front of him, "If you have money in front of your eyes, what should you do? Should you let it slip away from your eyes?"

  This sentence reminded Bu Kui and his men that they would absolutely not let money slip away from their eyes, not even a single cent.

  "Rat-a-tat-a-tat..." Dozens of rifles fired simultaneously, instantly turning the Taiwanese into sieves.

  "Woohoo...!" These people let out excited shouts from their mouths, waving guns and rushing towards the Taiwanese corpses.

  When they returned, the Taiwanese people were lying naked in a pool of blood, without even a single pair of underwear left. Finished underwear was a good thing to them, and once they got their hands on it, they wouldn't let go.

  A group of savages, a group of savages who have no choice but to be savage in order to survive.