Let You Walk Around The World, Not Let You Catch People And Pluck Wool

Su Mo and others supported the deceived hostages in a mighty manner, walked slowly towards the jungle, walked along the path, and walked towards the border without stopping.

There is a live broadcast.

Now the two captains of Qindu and Nandu should have been waiting near the border, right?

"Brother, let me do the math. This time we can earn 552,000 for rescuing the hostages. As for Brother Meng and the others, I think they can also exchange some money. We should have gone abroad earlier if we knew!"

"Not to mention too much, if we bring ten more of these villages, we might become multi-millionaires."

Fatty was at the side, pressing the calculator with a "click" and said in a low voice.

"Ok."

For this result, Su Mo did not show too excited.

My mind has been on a few boxes of assault rifles.

How to deal with this thing.

The Public Security Bureau did not say that there is money to turn over this thing from abroad.

and.

Today's Chen Dali and Ning Fan really made him an iron cock.

It is absolutely impossible to give money so neatly.

I don't know when the money for the hostages will be delayed, let alone these assault rifles.

Think here.

Su Mo waved Charlie over.

Afterwards, the two hung at the end of the team.

Whispered for a long time.

In the end, it ended with Charlie's admiration.

"God, Su...you are simply a genius. If you were in Africa, you would definitely become the biggest businessman. You are really good at making money."

Su Mo was noncommittal.

He turned his head and looked to the side of the team.

"Stop!"

He slammed the team to a halt.

After searching the team for two full laps, he sighed with a gloomy expression.

"Go on."

Sure enough, Brother Meng and the others took advantage of the crowd and ran away again.

In front of a creek not far away.

Brother Meng and the others ran wildly for half an hour before finally stopping.

Looking back carefully.

Seeing that no one has chased him so far, he sat down on the ground, panting heavily.

The rest also let out a long sigh of relief.

Only San'er looked at Brother Meng and the others in a puzzled manner, with two eyeballs stretched out, and said contemptuously

"Brother Meng, didn't you say you should run away?"

"Follow Su Mo and they have committed crimes and meritorious deeds, and returned to China?"

"You don't mean what you say, why did you start running again?"

"..."

Brother Meng looked embarrassed and sighed.

"If you have the chance, of course you have to run away. Even if you can make meritorious deeds, you will have to work on the sewing machine for many years after you go back. Have you ever thought about it? Besides, we also know that we were wrong, and we will never make drugs in the future. I understand it. It’s not easy to make money in this place.”

Before deciding to run away.

Brother Meng thought about it.

And this is what I learned from this experience.

How much does it take to make drugs?

There is always the danger of being caught or even hacked.

The price/performance ratio is too low.

And what is missing the most in this place?

talent!

"Ah? We have guns in our hands now? If this place doesn't sell drugs, what are they doing? Are they doing fraud? Isn't that thing also illegal?"

The rest asked in puzzlement.

"Actually..." At this point, Brother Meng licked the corner of his mouth and said solemnly

"Up to now, I won't hide it from everyone. In fact, I am a doctor!"

boom……

Everyone looked over in unison, their faces full of bewilderment.

Doctors?

What about cheating ghosts?

"Really, why don't you believe me? I did it when I was young, but I was just a veterinarian. Do you know what the two black men were doing before they were tricked into coming here? That stepping horse was treating donkeys in Africa. .”

"As long as those who are so aggressive can pick their kidneys, so can we."

"Really, although the two black men were cheated, but they really gave money, and they got a commission, and they got a kidney. These two black men can draw 1,500. Think about it, if they can get 10 a day , that is fifteen thousand, can you make a fortune?"

The more he talked, the more excited Brother Meng became.

What is profiteering.

This is profiteering.

Moreover, and the most important point, once they are caught, they can be said to have been cheated. Like the two black doctors, they are also victims, and the punishment is much lighter.

And then... Based on what happened to the two black doctors, Brother Meng deduced that there is a shortage of such black doctors in this place.

It's almost to the point where everyone wants to grab it.

"Should we do it? This time, let's find a remote place and walk around Su Mo. I can't believe it. In such a big country, how many weak teams do we need to let Su Mo meet every time? "

At last.

Brother Meng gritted his teeth and asked everyone for their opinions.

After voting.

Except for San'er who voted against, the rest of them agreed to Brother Meng's suggestion when they thought that they would have to work on sewing machines that had been used for more than ten years.

Change careers!

Stop making poison, and become a black doctor instead.

subsequently.

Several people set off and walked towards the city along the path.

...

Two hours later.

In the jungle stockade.

Boss Bi stood in the yard with a livid face, looking at the many soldiers searching the room in the village, his heart was full of anger.

soon.

Dozens of patrolling soldiers were dragged out of the cross building naked.

Lying on the ground in a mess.

"Can you wake me up?"

Boss Bi took a step forward, pointing at a soldier and questioning him coldly.

A white-haired, dark-skinned old man accompanying him squatted on the ground, turned the soldier over, and carefully examined the needle holes on the soldier's buttocks.

Combined with less anesthetic in the operating room.

The old man nodded slowly.

"Being injected with the anesthesia used by elephants, it can be woken up, but... it will cause more damage to the human body. Come... get the medicine."

He waved his hand to the side, and immediately a soldier handed over the metal box.

Not long.

A needle with dark green liquid slowly pierced into the soldier's skin.

"Uh……"

The soldier made a strange sound, sat up suddenly, and looked at the surrounding crowd blankly.

"Say... who made you faint? Where are the hostages? Talk!"

Boss Bi roared angrily.

He couldn't figure it out.

After spending such a huge amount of money, employing so many people to guard here, and patrolling day and night, how could all the hostages disappear overnight.

Not only are the hostages gone.

Even the two kidnapped black doctors disappeared.

And so many professional soldiers all fainted out of nowhere.

Not only he can't figure it out.

General Zaku, who was in charge of managing the soldiers, also couldn't figure it out.

"Boss Bi, there must be a lot of people on the other side. I can use my head as a guarantee. My soldiers will be trained from the age of 12, and will not participate in missions until they are 18. It can be said...in the entire Myanmar village, my soldiers are The most professional, you have to trust our professionalism."

"This matter, I, Zaku, will definitely give you an explanation."

"The hostages will all be recovered."

Upon hearing this.

Boss Bi was even angrier.

Professionals!

The word professional again.

It is because of the belief in "professionalism", those three professional killers will step on the sewing machine in Longguo, right?

"Tell me what happened, tell the truth."

Zaku stared at the soldiers who woke up, his eyes were as sharp as eagle eyes, which made people shudder.

He believes.

With his majesty, this soldier would never dare to lie.

"I remembered that it was Ali's parents who gave me the needle. General Zhagu, it's too evil. Agu's parents have been dead for more than 20 years. I just got the needle."

The soldier's face was pale, his whole body trembling and roaring.

Boss Bi silently rubbed his temples, tilted his neck, and squinted at General Zaku.

Ok!

Professionals!

Really professional!

His parents, who had been dead for more than twenty years, were stunned.

Reasonable and well-founded, really fucking professional!