Where am I?

Am I dying?

What to do?

Waiting online, urgent!

Ahmed said at this moment that he was panicked, scared and desperate!

In particular, the smelly socks were stuffed into my mouth, which was filled with a stomach-churning sour smell.

Let’s look at Ahmed’s current state.

He was wearing a black hood, his hands were tied behind his back, and he was kneeling on the ground with a gun to his head.

Quietly waiting for unknown death made Ahmed even more frightened.

He didn't understand which god he had offended, so many people and heavy firepower were sent out to catch him.

From the moment I left the tribe.

He heard the sound of armed helicopters and tanks, followed by violent explosions in the direction of the tribe.

One can imagine.

What a blow your own tribe is suffering!

Enemies who had a grudge against him kept popping up in his mind, but none of them had that kind of strength.

The only one with this strength is...

Nicholas?!

But he quickly denied it. It definitely couldn't be him.

Arms dealers are in business, not warlords grabbing territory.

Moreover, I have no grudges with him, but rather a cooperative relationship.

So it’s unlikely to be him!

Dier tribe?

Since Erhard and his son were killed by Nicholas, the main force of their tribe has suffered heavy losses.

The leaderless Dier tribe has fallen into internal fighting again, making it even more impossible.

So what exactly is it?!

Just when Ahmed was wondering who wanted to kill him, he suddenly heard the sound of slight footsteps.

What followed was a conversation in fluent English.

He was about to prick up his ears and try to hear clearly what those people were saying.

Wow!

The black hood on his head was ripped off in the next second.

Then, there was a burst of bright light!

The sudden dazzling light made Ahmed squint his eyes.

Vaguely, he could clearly see a relatively familiar tall figure standing in front of him.

The owner of the familiar figure seemed to be staring at him with appraising eyes.

Who is it?

Who is it?!

Ahmed tried to open his eyes, but the bright light kept him from doing so for a long time.

The figure in front of him was naturally no one else, but Chu Zihang himself.

A person whom Ahmed never expected.

Perhaps, he never thought of the arms dealers he denied.

He actually used him and his tribe as training targets for his mercenaries.

At this moment, Chu Zihang looked down condescendingly at Ahmed, who was gray-headed and wearing only a pair of big pants.

He kind of wants to laugh!

Never thought that the glamorous Ahmed would face him like this one day.

In order to let it go a little more decently.

Chu Zihang ordered: "Colette, give him some clothes."

"As a Muslim, he should have a dignified death."

"Yes, boss."

Colette unbuttoned her body armor, took off the black combat uniform underneath and put it on Ahmed, who was in shock.

Obviously, as soon as Chu Zihang opened his mouth.

He had already recognized who the figure standing in front of him was.

Nicholas?!

How could it be him, how could it be possible!!

"Baroque, turn off the flashlight."

When Chu Zihang saw Ahmed, he had already recognized him, so there was no need to hide it.

Baroque nodded and turned off the bright flashlight.

No more blinding glare!

Ahmed suddenly opened his eyes and looked up at Chu Zihang in front of him.

"Nicholas, it's you!"

"You...why did you do this? I asked myself that I didn't offend you."

Faced with Ahmed's questioning.

Chu Zihang smiled and said: "There is no reason in this world to want to die alone."

"Of course, if you want a reason..."

"Give me a reason, even if I die, I will understand it!"

Ahmed stared at Chu Zihang angrily and gritted his teeth.

He should have thought of it long ago!

No arms dealer is a good person, as long as huge interests are involved.

The blood on their hands was more than the number of people they killed.

As long as you give them enough money, what can't they do?

Butcher!

Damn butcher, devil!!

"The reason is simple."

Chu Zihang shrugged and said condescendingly: "You and your tribe are blocking my way."

"What's the meaning?"

Ahmed frowned, wondering when he would block Chu Zihang's way.

You are an arms dealer, engaged in the arms business.

I'm not an arms dealer.

Chu Zihang smiled vaguely and did not answer Ahmed's question.

He stretched out his left hand and gestured to Baroque beside him.

Baroque didn't understand what it meant at first. After all, unlike Victor, who stayed with Chu Zihang all the time, he could learn a lot of things.

But when he saw Colette opposite, he pointed at the pistol hanging on his waist.

He suddenly understood and quickly took out his Glock pistol, turned on the safety and handed it to Chu Zihang's hand.

After getting the pistol, Chu Zihang weighed it.

The next second.

He pointed the Glock pistol in his hand at Ahmed in front of him.

"In Bosaso, there can only be one voice."

"That's me!"

Chu Zihang's eyes flashed coldly, and he decisively pulled the trigger.
To be continued...