American Legendary Life

West Africa, mining area.

"Come on, all the cars go inside." The iron gates of the past opened wide, and the cars carrying food were lining up towards the warehouse.

"Ramisan, thank you for your help." The monk enthusiasm grabbed the other hand.

"We are all doing things for BOSS, and I like the little things you gave me." Ramissan patted his waist bag.

There was a small piece of compressed opium weighing 10 grams, enough for him to fish for a while.

"Haha, we Chinese are very generous to friends." The monk seemed very polite to the transportation supervisor of this rubber plantation.

After all, the other party is from Harvey, and all the food in the mining area must be transported through him.

"I brought a lot of women this time, they will stay here during this time, and I will take them away next time." Ramisan pointed at the carriage and smiled.

"Oh?" The monk probed the probe curiously.

He has no love for black people, not discrimination, mainly because he cannot appreciate the black beauty.

What black pearl, let Lamisan enjoy it for himself!

He hopes to meet Asian people, even white people, at least don’t worry about not finding her after turning off the lights.

"Where did they come from?"

"All over the world, rest assured that they are very clean, some are sold by their families, and women working in rubber plantations, great!"

Lamisan smiled at the eyebrow, and the monk's eyes were attracted by a white man.

Soft facial features, sweet smile, gentle eyes, as if no tribulation could crush her.

"Man, your vision is really good. She is a mixed race, with a third of Chinese descent. She is from Cape Town."

"I can see she is educated, why?" The monk didn't understand.

"Her convoy was attacked by the indigenous people, it was my people who saved her, but Mr. Harvey forbids us to touch white people, so she is yours."

Ramisan regretted that if it were not Harvey's order, he would not give such a beauty to others.

Just when the monk moved a little, two yellow dragons suddenly appeared in the distance, which was the dust that the car was galloping.

"Someone is coming, can't see the number clearly, be alert, be alert!" the observer on the belly of the mountain shouted and closed the telescope.

"It seems that some people are not invited." Ramisan smiled and spread his hand.

He is a native of West Africa, selected by Harvey as the driver of the transportation team, and finally took the position of transportation supervisor by daring to fight hard.

For him, fighting is as usual as eating.

"You don't need your shots." The monk smiled, and a large number of Tyveks had rushed out of the mining area.

On the belly of the mountain, 30 Browning m1917 aligning ahead are ready.

No matter who wants to impact the mining area, it has to pay a terrible price.

These heavy machine guns, which shine in the sun, can tear thousands of people and dye the earth scarlet.

"Don't move." Suddenly, the icy hard pressed against the back of the monk's head.

The mixed-race woman who had previously attracted the eyes of the two held a compact small pistol at the moment, with the murderous intention coming behind his head.

"Damn, this is not my idea." Ramisan said ugly.

"Relax, man, it's no big deal." The monk spread his hand and slowly turned to look at her.

"Beautiful lady, what do you want?" the monk said with a smile, as if he could not see the muzzle between his eyes.

"Let your people roll back to where they came from and give me Rick," Lilith said coldly.

"Where are you from? FBI, CIA, or USSS." the monk curiously asked.

"It has nothing to do with you." Between the two talking, dozens of cars were parked 200 miles away.

Trained soldiers jumped from above and set up machine guns to aim at the mining area and the upper part of the mountain.

"Women, I seem to have more guns than you." The monk grinned, pointing at his surrounding entourage.

"But your life is in my hands, you can try who is faster." Lilith turned her toes and turned sideways to turn behind the monk.

Just as she turned to her side, the monk moved.

Boom!

The elbow of the right arm snapped, and Lilith's waist was hit by a hammer, and a mouthful of blood spewed out and flew out 5 meters away.

"Open fire." Samoy growled.

Booming--

A grumpy gunshot sounded, the shell jumped and rolled off the mountain, and the car opposite was instantly pierced into a sieve.

"FK, retreat, retreat..." Seeing the opponent's action so decisive, the sergeant who thought the plan was foolproof quickly ran back.

As for those cars, this would have been torn apart by bullets.

The terrifying impact penetrated the iron skin, and the soldiers fell one by one. The others ran in the direction of the coming like a startled bird, even the weapons in their hands were still on the ground.

"Are you going to catch up?" Satsuma grinned cruelly while carrying a Chicago typewriter after looking at the woman who was stepped on by the monk's foot.

"No, make sure the ammunition is sufficient. Our goal is not to kill people." Samo nodded when he heard the monk saying, and people started to clean the battlefield.

Those scrapped cars can be piled up in front of the iron net and filled with sandbags to form new obstacles.

The intact car can be added to their ranks, as for the soldiers who are still alive, throw them into the mine to mine!

"Monk, this matter has nothing to do with me." Ramisan looked at the re-hidden heavy machine gun on the belly of the mountain with a lingering fear, and quickly stepped forward to explain.

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Ramisan thought it was a joke, but now it seems that Mr. Harvey's statement is too modest.

How many heavy machine guns are hidden on the mountainsides on both sides, this terrible battlefield weapon, where did they get so many from.

Hell, maybe even the firepower of the American garrison is not comparable to them. This must be a joke by God.

"Ramazan, don't be nervous, we are friends, I believe you said." After sending away the thousands of gratitude Lamisan.

The monk carried the woman who was beside him and strode toward the doctor's camp.

"Treat her, you two look at her, if she wants to mess up, interrupt her hands and feet."

He smiled at Lilith, who was still on the bed. The monk left and found Bobby: "All the food you send will be tried after someone tries."

Be careful not to be wrong. Here they can only rely on themselves. Will Harvey's attitude change? The monk can't be sure.

But he always remembered Li Zitao's explanation, "Don't give anyone 100% trust, even if he was willing to die for you."

"Monk, will things be too much?" Samo, who ordered his hand to clean the battlefield, came back and asked with some worry.

Those dead soldiers are all wearing American military uniforms. If this happens, I'm afraid BOSS is not good!

"Do you think Morgan dare to stab it out? American soldiers serve him personally, what do the people and Congress think?"

Following Li Zitao for a few months and preaching by example, the monk is now more aware of these things.

Even if they want to poke out this matter, Morgan will find a way to suppress it. Some things can only be done in secret, but they should never be put on the table.