Who can have more than fifty redwood logs in a warehouse?
And the root diameter is more than 1.5 meters.
The answer is yes, there is one and only one. They belong to the family of the Grand Governor of Nairobi.
Shortly after the warehouse caught fire, the security police immediately took action.
Block the six main exits in the city, and set up traffic jams 50 kilometers and 100 kilometers away from the six highways leaving the city.
Zhang Jing has become Zhang Jing and returned to Duxi Hotel.
Originally, the best situation was to have a local girlfriend and use her as a cover, but someone really had no feelings for African-American beauties.
Otherwise it would have already been there.
For example, jewelry designer C. Handy, who is black and white, looks very good.
Another example is Halle Berry, who also fits the aesthetics very well.
But it’s like I’ve never eaten pork before, and I can’t put it down.
Go back to the room on the tenth floor, close the door, and place a heavy, thick iron-shell explosion-proof clock behind the door to hold it against the door.
Put out Smarties and Black Beans to keep vigil.
Place an A-frame shaped heavy-duty bulletproof panel behind the window.
The bulletproof plate is 1.2 meters high and 1.5 meters wide. It is composed of two alloy steel plates, each one is 3 centimeters thick.
Up to 25 layers of Keslav on one side.
It is very heavy and almost impossible to move. Mithril Space is not so difficult. You can use it directly after taking it out, and you can place it according to your heart.
Anti-riot clocks, bulletproof panels, Smart Beans, and black beans, these four are the magic tools for wandering outside and sleeping peacefully at night.
The next day, drc's black buddy Ezekiel didn't call.
Zhang Jing went to the restaurant on the first floor for breakfast at seven o'clock in the morning like an ordinary tenant.
Walking in the air-conditioned restaurant, he looked around and sat down at the table where Milica had smashed the head of an Indian man earlier.
Nothing else, I just like the feeling of being surrounded by wronged souls.
Naturally cool.
The waiter came to order. Considering that he made a small fortune last night, Zhang Jing decided to be extravagant.
Order two wave dragons and one king crab.
Drinks were two rocks beers.
Because it was breakfast, and because Zhang’s meal was exaggerated, the waiter’s brows were twitching. This meal cost her more than a month’s salary. She was so rich!
Zhang Jing didn't know what the waiter was thinking, so he looked at the other waiter behind her.
A young woman with big eyes and a light brown gauze scarf on her head had a close fight with each other in the Netal Hotel elevator.
In the bright restaurant by the window, a woman named Zilaisu sat across from Zhang Jing and asked, "How many bad things have you done in your life?"
"Are you an international security police officer?" Zhang Jing sneered, "You are so lenient."
"I am not a security policeman," the woman in a beige robe put her left leg on her right leg as she spoke. "I am responsible for helping you rescue the two hostages in Netal."
Zhang Jing didn't say much, thinking that the princess had seen the news about him advising people not to jump into the sea on the cross-sea bridge.
So send someone who knows how to negotiate to make up for the shortcomings.
Then it was breakfast time, sipping meat and drinking wine, Zhang Jing was very happy.
At one o'clock in the afternoon, the person in charge of DRC Nairobi, the lean and powerful Ezekel, called, and the middleman came to see him at the Duxi Hotel ten minutes later.
It can be seen that the middleman is very cautious.
It was said to be ten minutes, but within two minutes someone knocked on the door.
This is a man who is about forty years old, only about 1.4 meters tall, looks a bit like an Indian, and is relatively ugly.
In the hotel room, Zhang Jing and Sarafa saw each other together.
"My name is Deep Roy," the visitor introduced himself. "I can talk to the kidnappers. They ask you to pay a ransom of 10 million yuan, and my reward is 300,000 yuan."
Sarafa glanced at Zhang Jing and asked Deep Roy, "How do you prove that you can talk to the kidnapper?"
Guessing what Sarah *** would ask, Deep Roy, who was about 1.4 meters tall, turned on his phone and clicked on a video.
The content is exactly the video of two hostages.
"Ten million yuan is no problem, your reward of 300,000 yuan is no problem," Zhang Jing said, not intending to cause too much trouble, and gave the money happily, "When can the hostages be exchanged?".z.
Deep Roy looked at Zhang Jing and asked, "Are you sure?"
"I am sure!"
"If that's the case, you need to give me the cash in northern Niger and I will send the hostages back."
"No," Zhang Jing didn't believe the little man in front of him, "You take me, and I take the money, and we go to the kidnapper camp together."
He had never seen someone as fierce as Zhang Jing. Deep Roy asked, "Do you know the risks?"
"I know," said Zhang Jingji with his money-making ability, "you need to ensure my safety. I will pay you 300,000 yuan first. After sending me and the hostages back, I will pay you another 200,000 yuan."
"Refreshing!" Dipper Roy said in a good mood, "I will definitely live up to your trust!"
Zhang Jing chuckled, "I hope so."
Sarafa looked at Zhang Jing in surprise, "I plan to go to the kidnapper's lair!"
"I'm more anxious about rescuing people than you are."
Zhang Jing is really anxious. Only after rescuing the hostages will the princess be willing to sign the contract. The natural gas contract is very good.
Selling 50,000 cars is also very exciting.
"I won't go with you," Sarafa retreated decisively, "It's unwise for you to do this, something will happen."
"I can go alone."
Deep Roy laughed happily, "When will the money be sent to northern Zinir?"
"You can leave anytime. You can leave now."
Deep Roy was in a good mood and left the room first.
Zhang Jing followed.
Watching someone leave the room, Sarafa felt that Zhang Jing was crazy. Didn't he know that he was more valuable than the hostage?
Or are you betting that people don't know him?
There is more than 3,000 kilometers between Nairobi and northern Niger. Deep Roy flew Zhang Jing there in a small plane.
Refueling once midway, it takes 7 hours to reach the place.
The landing was directly on hard mud, and the surrounding environment had a very African feel, with a few trees of unknown origin scattered here and there.
There are large areas of dry yellow within the field of vision.
Not surprisingly, he should be at the southern edge of the Sahara Desert.
Taking a deep breath of dry air, Zhang Jing looked at the short Dipper Roy and asked, "Give me a car. Meet us at this place later."
Dipper Roy nodded and looked towards the end of the dirt road.
soon.
A tanker truck and two tattered pickup trucks that had been driven for an unknown period of time drove over from a distance.
As the convoy approached, several armed men armed with Aka rifles pointed their guns vaguely at Zhang Jing.
"Give this gentleman a car," Deep Roy told his companions, "and fill up the plane with fuel."
As Deep Roy's voice fell, the black guys moved quickly to free up a pickup truck for Zhang Jing.
Get a pickup truck.
Zhang Jing used the more general Google Maps navigation and drove towards the nearest town, Diffa.
Because the land is vast and sparsely populated, the distance is 200 kilometers. It takes two and a half hours to drive there and replenish food and water locally.
Return to where the plane landed in the afternoon at 7pm.
I happened to see Deep Roy and two black women doing serious business next to the plane.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Jing would come back so soon. Dipu Roy accelerated his attack until he was relieved. Then he lifted up his pants and said carelessly, "You moved so fast. I thought you would rest in Diffa for the night."
Zhang Jing just wants to return to the civilized world as soon as possible.
Four large bags were dragged out from the back of the pickup truck, "Qian Qi, go and exchange hostages now."
"Fourth update.
As mentioned before, "Middle-aged men are not like Hong Bin's wife. This is not water. Some things that seem unreasonable are actually higher than life."
Rather than common sense, art originates from life, but is higher than life.
And the last three or four chapters of West Africa are also based on life. The reality is more cruel. Taking into account the reader's feelings, I will downplay it. "
