"Bang!"

The pickup truck in front was spinning, rolling, and flew more than twenty meters away.

Thick smoke came out of the car body, and various objects fell everywhere, including a severely curved rifle and more than a dozen yellow bullets.

The other two pickup trucks suddenly slowed down.

"Sigh!"

Accompanied by the harsh sound of tire friction, they stopped seven or eight meters away from the forest.

After being stunned for about two or three seconds, the two pickup trucks suddenly turned around at the same time and fled desperately along the way of origin at a faster speed, but they didn't dare to stay for a moment.

"boom!"

The pickup truck that flew more than 20 meters suddenly caught fire and exploded.

The burning flames instantly swallowed everyone sitting inside. After a few shrill screams, everything returned to silence, without any sound.

Lin Chong put away his fists, walked to the pickup truck surrounded by fire, and looked inside.

There were four people sitting in the car, and of course, they have now become four corpses.

Each corpse had a weapon in his arms, including a rifle and a submachine gun, and there was a rocket launcher. The reason why the truck exploded just now was because of the rocket.

As for why they followed Lin Chong and Simon, the answer was self-evident.

Lin Chong picked up a few lost bullets casually, then turned around and returned to the off-road vehicle.

Simon's lips moved, and he wanted to speak but stopped.

He actually wanted to say something, but he felt nothing to say.

In the end, Simon gave up on his plan to open his mouth and drove forward again.

Lin Chong played with the bullets, looking out the window with his eyes thinking.

"Is Ramadan so messy?" he asked as if he was talking to himself.

“It’s really messy near the border.”

Simon quickly explained: "Mr. Mu, you shouldn't be so generous, because in Africa, the richer you act, the more likely you are to be targeted by others."

"You can't show your wealth, I understand."

Lin Chongwan said: "No matter where you are, there is no shortage of people who are obsessed with profit. After all, people die for money and birds die for food."

Simon can only laugh.

"I kind of like this place. As you said before, this is indeed a paradise for the strong. As long as you have the power, you can do whatever you want." Lin Chong stretched, half-true and half-false.

"It seems that Mr. Mu has adapted to the African style."

Simon said meaningfully: "I wish you a good time next."

"Hope so."

Lin Chong ended Simon's conversation and stopped talking.

*******

After an eight-hour long drive, Lin Chong and Simon finally arrived at the suburbs of Maracas.

It was already evening, the sunset was setting, and the sky was full of red clouds.

An off-road vehicle is galloping on a wide and flat highway, with red roofs and white walls everywhere on both sides of the road.

The closer you get to Maracas, the better the traffic will be.

From the dirt road at the beginning, to the relatively flat cement road, and to the well-connected highway, it deeply reflects the huge gap between the rich and the poor in Ramadan.

There is no doubt that, as the capital of the Ramadan Kingdom, Marakas, the headquarters of the Gods Society, occupies most of the resources.

This uneven resource allocation ultimately leads to the poor becoming poorer and the rich becoming richer.

When I was in Elbari, there were no good cars on the road.

Not to mention luxury sports cars such as Ferrari and Bugatti, I haven't even seen many BMWs and Mercedes-Benz.

But now, Lin Chong looked around and saw expensive high-end cars, and the off-road car under their seats seemed very eye-catching.

Lin Chong looked out the window quietly with deep eyes.

"It's ironic, right?" Simon said.

"No, I think it's normal."

Lin Chong took off his disguise for the first time and said in a plain tone: "This is what I think is in line with my imagination of Maracas, and I am more interested now."

“Marakas is called the earthly paradise in the mouths of Ramadan civilians.”

Simon smiled and said, "It certainly won't disappoint you."

Lin Chong remained silent.

Not long after driving along the highway, a huge tunnel appeared in the field of view of the two.

Outside the tunnel, countless cars lined up in long queues, and the sound of horns came one after another.

"This tunnel is the gateway to Maracas, with checkpoints at both ends inside and outside, and an army is stationed at any time above the tunnel."

Simon whispered: "Foreigners must hold passes to enter. If they do not have passes, they will be persuaded to return on the spot or be arrested as spies."

“Wow!”

Lin Chong took on the role again, let out an exaggerated amazement, stuck his head out of the car window, and looked around: "Since the conditions are so strict, why are there so many people who want to go in? Don't you feel that it's contradictory?"

"Because Maracas is the most famous gold-selling cave in Africa."

Simon's eyes flashed with a light called ambition: "Casinos, racecourses, playgrounds, underground fighting arenas, bars and nightclubs, red light districts, rich clubs, etc. As long as you can think of entertainment, Maracas has everything, even including murder games."

"It's interesting."

Lin Chong stroked his chin: "His Majesty's Holy Palace is also in Maracas? It's so lively, aren't you afraid of disturbing him?"

“Maracas is divided into inner city, mid city and outer city.”

Simon said in detail without hesitation: "The outer city is a settlement for ordinary people, and the middle city is a residential area for upper class people. The inner city is home to senior cadres of the Gods Association. The holy palace of His Majesty the Emperor is located in the core area of ​​the inner city. Commercial activities are only allowed to be carried out in the outer city and the middle city, and will not affect the inner city."

“Tsk tsk…”

Lin Chong smashed his mouth and made an unknown sound.

The off-road vehicle was moving slowly and it took more than an hour to reach the entrance of the tunnel.

From a close distance, the size of this tunnel is even more amazing, with a height of at least fifty meters and a width of more than thirty meters, and can accommodate more than a dozen cars driving side by side.

Outside the tunnel, there are six inspection windows, wearing uniforms, and a young and beautiful female employee sits inside, responsible for checking the passes of passing vehicles.

Next to each inspection window, four fully armed policemen, berets, bulletproof vests, submachine guns and other equipment were all equipped with elite auras.

The cars passed by without any trouble, and it was Lin Chong and Simon's turn soon.

The fair-skinned blonde female staff sat dignifiedly. She first glanced at Lin Chong, who was lazy and looked at her, and then said in a pleasant voice: "Please show your pass."

Simon handed over two passes.

The blonde staff browsed quickly and gave Simon both hands, and his attitude became a little respectful: "It turned out to be Lord Cavendish and Mr. Mu, please pass by."

"Thanks."
Chapter completed!