Chapter 1568 Reciprocity

The burning white phosphorus ignited everything, and only the miserable wailing of the dead were left in the fire.

A total of eight clustered white phosphorus bombs were thrown down, and within a radius of several miles turned into scorched earth, burning all the chiefs, warriors, men, women, elderly people, children, antelope... of the Moors tribe, together with their existing traces.

Manakara stood there, her eyes wide open, her two-meter-high body trembled with her lips, whether it was the prayers, begging or fear in his mouth, it became so small in front of the flames that burned everything.

Sitting next to Manakara is Tuluru, the representative of the Water Lizard Tribe who is intimate with the Moorsi tribe.

This strong black man in a leopard fur coat originally stared at Feng Yuan with a look like a fat sheep, but the look he looked at him was as if he was looking at a devil...

The same is true for the Steel-Tooth Tribe nobles sitting next to Tuluru. They looked up at the devil, and their originally contemptuous gaze was replaced by bottomless fear.

Everyone is the same, with fear in their eyes, except for one person...

Chief Du Amang suddenly stood up and looked at Feng Yuan angrily, his nostrils sprayed heavily, like an angry bull.

The Moorsey tribe is one of the most powerful vassals of the Steel Tooth Tribe, a hunting dog that guards the northwest territory. He can turn a blind eye to his guests' scuffling with the hound, but cannot tolerate his guests chopping off his hound's head with one knife.

Except for the two people holding the tray, the maids around them retreated in horror.

The black soldier standing in the shadow of the corner stared at Feng Yuan silently, waiting for the chief's order, and was ready to pounce on him and take him down.

However, they did not wait for the command of the chief. At this moment, Du Amang was staring at Feng Yuan tightly.

He is waiting for an explanation.

However, Feng Yuan's reaction was destined to disappoint him. This time, Feng Yuan did not look at him, the chieftain, again, but just looked at the trembling Manakara and said lightly.

We Pan Asians pay attention to etiquette and exchanges. If you drink that glass of wine on your knees, the Moorsey tribe can retain the last drop of blood.

Leaving this sentence, Feng Yuan turned around and walked out of the palace with the translator behind him.

When Feng Yuan walked to the door, the chief was about to call him, Manakara suddenly shouted loudly, slapped the wine glass in the tray, picked up the knife on the table, and chased Feng Yuan in the direction with big strode.

I'm going to kill you!!!

Witnessing the destruction of the entire tribe and the tragic death of his own tribe, the flames of anger burned every inch of his blood vessels.

He didn't think about anything now. He just wanted to dig out the heart of this Asian man and put it on the withered totem to pay tribute to his tribe.

Seeing that Feng Yuan had stepped out of the door, Manaka, who was chasing the door, reached out to grab his collar. However, less than half of his hand was stretched out, and with a bang, the black head was broken like a stick and the watermelon was broken.

The gunshots floated from afar.

But the palace is terrible.

The guard standing behind the chief stepped forward, raised the rifle in his hand, aimed it at Feng Yuan's back, but the chief shouted loudly and reached out to press the raised muzzle.

The nobles sitting at the banquet trembled, as if they saw a fat goat with their own eyes, tearing open the friendly disguise in front of them, revealing the fangs hidden under their gentle beard.

The entire tribe was slaughtered, and the most powerful and domineering Moorsi tribe in Mombasa, except for the Steel-Take Tribe...

They now have only one thought, that is, when the banquet is over, they go back and tell their tribe members that these Asians are devils and must not provoke them.

After walking down the last step of the palace, Feng Yuan slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

Although it was only ten minutes.

But behind him, he was already soaked in cold sweat...

A kilometer away, the sniper lying on the roof of the temple put away his rifle that was emitting blue smoke, activated the optical invisibility and integrated into the night of Mombasa, as if he had never been there.

After receiving the news that Feng Yuan returned to the development zone, the Marines standing in the port, tacitly turned off the security of the rifle. The sight behind the tactical eyepiece no longer intentionally or unintentionally glanced at the cigarettes in the mouths of the black soldiers.

That night, the whole of Mombasa was in full bloom.

The guards in the city went out and said they were catching assassins. But the last one with yellow faces was not caught. A large number of black faces and white faces were arrested, and they were dragged to the corner of the prison and executed them all like a pig. I don’t know who they were killed for.

The next day at dawn, the news that Manakara, the messenger of the Moorsi tribe, was shot by a sniper and was killed at the entrance of the Great Chief's Palace spread throughout the city.

Asian businessmen doing business in Mombasa discussed going to the development zone or port for the time being to avoid the limelight, but unexpectedly, when they left the city, those originally dishonest black men did not attack them in the chaos, but instead avoided them as far as they were hiding from the plague god...

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... We thought we would have to wait a few days before we could achieve results, but we didn't expect that the group of natives would pull the container back to the tribe that night and piled the arms on the altar to hold a celebration.Our fighter planes found them from a distance, and they didn't even need to aim.

In the villa on Coconut Island, Jiang Chen, who was lying naked on the bed, was listening to Shishi lying on him, excitedly reporting to him about the business situation of future people's development.

Speaking of destroying the Moorexi tribe with a scoundrel face, Shishi waved her fist with great relief.

Xiao Ju, who was sleeping next to her, lowered her mouth, and there were a few happy red clouds hanging on her cute little face. She hugged Jiang Chen's arm and rubbed unconsciously.

Unlike Liu Shishi, Ju Jingyi does not have such good physical strength, and she can't resist her tiredness early and falls into a deep sleep.

Looking at Shishi, who was energetic because of the business of Future Ren Group's branch, Jiang Chen smiled and said.

As I said, it is not good for you to chew these rotten bones, but showing weakness to them is waiting for you.Normal business methods don't work there. They cannot accurately distinguish between wealth and prey, and naturally they won't understand the principle of making money.

Then why do we give the chief twenty boxes of military funds?I don't want to give him a gun to the kind of person who goes back on his word.The index finger pressed against the lower lip, and Shishi was thinking about this issue very seriously, but obviously she didn't understand it very well.

After all, the one who was slaughtered was the Moors tribe, I'm afraid that the chief's heart was bleeding at this moment.The twenty boxes of arms were not only a step forward, but also a reminder that what people's development could bring to him in the future was the arms that the Steel-Take Tribe needed the most.And now this noble customer is very angry.Jiang Chen smiled and said with a smile.

I believe that after the demise of the Moorsian tribe spreads, the Victoria Lake Development Zone will become a forbidden zone in the minds of African tribes in the entire Mombasa area.

Anyone who angers future development will incur devastating revenge for his tribe.

In the end of Africa, this behavior will not be despised or arouse any racial hatred. Instead, it will gain awe, or even respect from all tribes.