The Treasure Hunt of an Antique Dealer

There was a lot of noise in the headphones, and there were surprises, and there were also people who came over immediately, and Dean Kitt was even more depressed: his people arrived at the camp more than an hour ago, and this will enter their own group of people’s area of ​​responsibility. Only half an hour.

This is still familiar with the terrain, and Mr. Allen's bodyguard will take care of the matter.

8 to 25, 24 people were killed and one prisoner was born. This efficiency is nothing to say, just one word: cow!

Better than a rhino!

Paul Kruger calmed down quickly and yelled a few times on the intercom: "Everyone, be quiet, pay attention, don't notify the national park. The southwest group, you are close to the camp, contact them and tell them that the danger is relieved."

"The Southwest Group received it, understand!"

Dean replied simply. As for the "Southwest Group", it was because his family was in the southwest of the hunting ground.

You can’t be called by name, and you are not afraid of revenge. It is better to be known than to be seen.

"Eastern Group, we will move closer to you right away. By the way, are the prisoners' lives in danger?"

Still Kruger.

"In the central team, the captives will not die within two days. They have injured limbs without injuring the main blood vessels. They have been preliminarily disinfected and bandaged to stop the bleeding."

"Okay, see you later."

The earphones are clean, it is estimated that other groups of people are preparing to rush to their side.

The sun was already near the horizon, and Guan Xingquan saw Randy drag the captive to a tree beside him, and took a rope from the truck to tie the sitting wounded to the tree.

One leg and one arm were pierced, so that a bundle would not be able to run away even as a god.

Seeing the wounded man groaning in pain, Guan Xingquan said, "Give him an injection of morphine."

Everyone comes with a first aid kit, not one, but at least three. The morphine that can be injected quickly is also available for everyone.

Soon the captives settled down, the painful effect of this morphine was strong enough!

Seeing Old Hans limping over with his shotgun, the latter took a breath after seeing the situation clearly!

A seemingly disparate ambush, the battle was resolved within 10 seconds at most after the first shot!

When the three cars had just been spotted, Old Hans was reminded by Xamili to stay honestly not to show his head, and then there was a gunshot, but it stopped soon.

Not long after the gunfire sounded again after a while, the sniper reminded him that the battle was over and let him go downhill.

At this time, Old Hans looked at the eyes of these six people a little differently, "Mr. Guan."

Guan Xingquan nodded slightly and said, "The car is full of dead people, please help clean up."

Old Hans was accustomed to seeing blood, but it was the first time he encountered the matter of the corpse being a human, but he was still honest and obedient to help clean up the battlefield.

Calling old Hans down is one for multiple jobs, and the second one can wipe out the enemy in one fell swoop. He is a great guide as a guide.

The **** is the observation point chosen by Old Hans.

Participate in cleaning the battlefield, then he will be able to score points with peace of mind.

"All the seizure is credited?"

Xiang Weirong used his Omega watch to tell his old subordinates: That's nonsense!

Let alone this is not war yet.

But if the poachers here are paupers... Then old Hans thinks he is unlucky!

A strange body was dragged out of the car and lined up on the ground.

Started searching according to the habit of cleaning the battlefield. After a few minutes, the approximate identity of the poachers was figured out. It was not the last name or name, but which ones were the heads: the few in the jeep were the heads, because there were five people. Four of them were wearing watches and there was a lot of cash in their pockets.

There are paupers in the lorry, not to mention watches, their pockets are cleaner than their faces.

All valuables were collected, two banknotes, South African rand and another colorful money.

Guan Xingquan pointed to the pile of banknotes of 50, 100, and 1,000 denominations and asked, "Old Hans, is this money from Mozambique?"

Upon hearing Guan Xingquan’s question, the old Hans, who was a little pale, said quickly: "Yes, Mr. Guan. This is called Metical and it's not worth the money."

Guan Xingquan can't figure out the exchange rate of currencies between countries in southern Africa, but he also heard that South African rand is also worth in sub-Saharan Africa, which will be about one to one with the U.S. dollar!

He didn't know that after 20 years, the South African Rand exchange rate would be half of the RMB zero.

It's quite a lot. The South African rand of 100 face value is worth more than a whole dollar. It was found on a body in the back seat of the jeep. Maybe this guy sold a few rhino horns that were poached yesterday.

The first hand of two or three rhino horns may not be so valuable, and perhaps there are other animal products that are not necessarily: the pirate price is not comparable to the hunting price in the hunting ground.

A dollar is 10,000, and a fraction of it is more than 800. It seems that the Rand is still hard currency around here.

Guan Xingquan threw the ten thousand directly to Lin Man and said, "Divided into ten, divided."

After speaking, I gave the remaining 800 to Old Hans, "This is yours. If you use the money in Mozambique, you can put it away. I think your shotgun is broken enough, so go pick two new ones.

And those watches are also yours. "

Old Hans was very happy that the spoils gave him the same treatment, and there was a gun: it was not just a gun, but it could be exchanged for money if it was of good quality.

The same is true for watches. Don’t look at anything particularly good, but at the flea market, it’s all money, and it’s still a bragging capital in the future!

The Mozambican cash was also put in his pocket, "This money can be used in the southern border market town, and it is enough for a few meals."

Guan Xingquan listened with a smile, without saying a word: He could only use it as a souvenir if he wanted to take it back.

Ten thousand rand said that it was divided into ten, Lin Man immediately divided 1,000 into each person, and Guan Xingquan also had a share.

The remaining 4000 was also given to Guan Xingquan: two on the top of the slope, the two protecting the boss in the camp, although they did not participate in the battle, they were still performing the mission and had to take part.

Not a lot, but it is equivalent to one thousand dollars per person, which is a small gain.

The watch doesn’t have a good brand~www.readwn.com~ The thirty-something snatches seized are of no use except for the big caliber!

Of course, there are also those with a small caliber: there is an AK47, and it has been around twenty rounds of bullets. The handguards are all dropped. They are **** with cloth strips to make do, and the surface is still badly rusted.

Just now, Jin Wenbo also looked at the rifling of the gun. It was basically bald, and the gun was at least 20 years old.

Old Hans chose a 70-80% new double-barreled No. 8 shotgun and an 8.6mm shotgun.

He chose the gun, and Guan Xingquan added: "Take away the bullets that are suitable for you. Those knives pick out the rhino horns and ivory handles, and you can take the others as you like."

People like guns don't like them, and bullets are even more useless, but the handles of those knives seem to be good.

Knives and saws are indispensable to poachers, and even axes are found, which are used to saw rhino horns and cut elephant heads to get ivory.

Old Hans moved the things he had allocated to the jeep hidden in the corner of the slope. He hadn't come back yet, and several other groups had arrived.

The sky is dim, and the lights from the car lights can be seen from far away.

Coming from the northwest side, before Guan Xingquan asked who it was, there was a voice in the headset: "Eastern group, I am the central group, about two kilometers away from you, turn on a light to indicate."

It's Paul Kruger's voice: He doesn't want to get shot in a muddle.

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