When going to South Africa, in addition to preparing some messy things, Jian Heng also gave all the vaccines he should get, and according to the doctor's instructions, he prepared some small pills and some regular medicines. The doctor who had been to South Africa joked and told Jian Heng that being sick in South Africa may not necessarily die, but going to South Africa to see a doctor will really kill people.

What Jian Heng calls messy things include an AK47 automatic rifle. The price of this thing on the black market is a bit outrageous. A second-hand AK is actually more expensive than a brand new M4. Are you angry?

The most expensive one is not a gun, but a bullet. Jian Heng was originally going to get a box of steel shell bullets produced by the Russians. Who knew that he spent the same amount of money in the end and got two small boxes. He said with confidence that this price is just the price, do you want it?

As for the regular gun shop, Jian Heng had no chance to take action. Even if the bullet buyers made an appointment, they would have to queue up to buy it. Sometimes they would have to limit a few boxes per person, which was like when they were snatching salt in China in the past.

Jian Heng, who always thinks he is a good citizen, has never bought a gun before. In fact, it is not that he doesn’t want to buy it, but that the gun control in New York is the most stringent in the United States. It’s very troublesome to get a gun. Jian Heng was afraid of trouble, so he didn’t do it.

It's strange to say that this is the case. New York, which has the strictest gun control, is the city with the most serious gun crimes in the United States. I have to say that this is quite fucking.

As long as others don’t fuck Jian Heng, Jian Heng is not interested at all. Anyway, he is now very careful and has prepared more than ten sets of underwear. Even if he doesn’t have a place to take a bath in South Africa, he will have to change his new clothes. As for what food and water, let alone food. Even if he throws Jian Heng into the desert, Jian Heng can hold on for half a month with the things in the space.

Everything was ready, and the gym was handed over to the sisters Xu Zhaobin and McEvoy. At the same time, the fruits, vegetables and drinks for the week were prepared and handed over to Xu Zhaobin. As for the sisters McEvoy, they enthusiastically took Erhu over, saying that when Jian Heng was away, they helped take care of Erhu. Jian Heng ordered Erhu to let it be obedient, and threw the rabbit to the two sisters.

Everything was done, and Jian Heng dragged a simple trolley box and boarded the plane to South Africa.

After more than ten hours of flight, Jian Heng felt like the tendons on his body were removed.

It wasn't because the plane was uncomfortable, but there was a white man in his forties sitting next to Jian Heng. The guy had a strong body odor, it was fine, but this guy also sprinkled with strong perfume. My God, that smell was hard to describe Jian Heng.

Along the way, the smell kept hitting Jian Heng's nose. It was understandable that white sweat glands were heavy, but Jian Heng had never seen such a heavy person. After a plane came down, Jian Heng passed the customs for about twenty minutes, and the nauseating body odor in his nose was still in his nose.

When he arrived at the exit, Jian Heng looked around carefully. After a while, he saw a white man about 35 years old. His skin was not very white. He looked mixed-race, but he probably was not with black people. He might have Indian ancestry. He was holding a small cardboard in his hand and lazily pressing the cardboard against his belly. The cardboard was written in crooked English: Henry-Jen.

The man is very thin, at most 100 kilograms, but he is not short, about 1.76 meters tall, weighing less than 100 kilograms, and a very large head, the man looks a bit like a matchstick, which is particularly funny.

Jian Heng dragged Yu Li to the man, glanced at the cardboard and asked, "Matil?"

"Jen? I didn't expect you to be an Asian." Mathil said impolitely, and then used his hand holding the cardboard to point at Jian Heng: "Follow me!"

Jian Heng followed Mathil out of the airport without saying a word.

When he arrived at the parking lot, Jian Heng saw Mathil's car: an old version of the domineering car, I don't know how many years have passed. You can see a piece of rust on the front face and some of the paint on the body of the car are curled.

Mathil stood beside the car, reached out and pulled the door. Before he could open it, he stepped on the pedal with one foot and then opened the door.

"Get into the car, throw your luggage to the roof!" Mathil said to Jian Heng, then sat in the cab, and closed the door with a snap.

Jian Heng reached out and saw a bunch of things on the luggage rack on the roof of the car. Fortunately, there was a net covering it. Otherwise, he might have his own luggage rolled out of the car at any time.

Fortunately, Jian Heng has a magical artifact that is against the sky, and the important things are in the space. The suitcase is actually an important decoration, and it doesn’t matter whether it is thrown away or not.

He threw the suitcase on the roof of the car, and Jian Heng tied the net cover tightly again before he got into the car.

After leaving the city, I walked on the highway for almost an hour and got off the highway. First, it was a dirt road, but in the end there was no road. Later, not only did the road disappear, but there were undulating hills around me, and I directly entered the prairie.

Mathil was driving with his head busy, and Jian Heng kept silent. There was no other sound in the whole car except for the buzzing sound of the engine.

It was not that Jian Heng didn't want to talk, but mentioned a few questions. Mathil didn't want to pay attention to Jian Heng at all. After a while, Jian Heng stopped talking.

When the sun sets, the car arrived at a small town. In Jian Heng's impression, South Africa is a developed country. It was a little better in the city just now, but this town reminded Jian Heng of his countryside town under the small county town of his hometown when he was in elementary school. There were low houses on both sides of a road, some of which seemed to be very dilapidated.

As soon as you look up, you can see one or two wires passing through the top of your head. It is unknown how long it has not been repaired, and the pits are bumpy. From time to time, you can see such small pits accumulated sewage for daily use.

What's more, from time to time, you can see some human and animal feces on the roadside, and countless flies are buzzing around the feces.

The air in the entire town emits a very uncomfortable smell, and it seems that you can smell a smell of feces between breaths.

When the car drove into the village, a group of almost all naked black children followed the car, and while running, they were still yelling happily.

Mathil parked the car at the door of a hotel. Jian Heng knew it was a hotel because the English sign was hung on the already ragged door.

"Don't talk nonsense when you get inside, go back to your room and call yourself if you want to eat. Be careful not to pay attention if there is a woman coming to the door. Of course, if you want an Aize as a Christmas gift this year, you can enjoy the woman you come to the door. If you don't want to provoke this thing, you can tell them you are Mr. Lynch's friend!" Mathil said, and pushed open the door and got out of the car.

Jian Heng followed him out of the car and took off his luggage from the roof: "Matil, can I meet Mr. Lynch? I want to thank him in person!"

Ask someone to build a bridge, Jian Heng will have to thank him no matter what. Although he is expressing his feelings to himself, Jian Heng feels that he has to express this.

Mathil glanced at Jian Heng with his own eyes: "Mr. Lynch is very busy. Please have time in the future! Wait until you go back to the house, don't run around. It's very messy after dark!"

"It's very messy here?" Jian Heng asked casually.

"The white people in this town that used to live in all white people, and now there is no white person who wants to live here, do you know why?"

Seeing Jian Heng's surprised expression, Mathil continued: "All those who can be driven away are driven away. Those who don't want to leave have to move away after a few people die! I tell you, let alone here, even if you go out in many cities at night, you will be lucky to be robbed, and it is not impossible to get shot! Those who come to travel see the best side of this country, but you will see the darkest side of this country!"

"..." Jian Heng was shocked by what Mathil said.

When he came, Jian Heng heard that South Africa was the only country in the world where blacks discriminated against white people, and that after blacks were in power, they began to liquidate white people. But he did not expect that he had reached this point and actually robbed houses and killed people in a small town.

"Don't think I'm joking with you. Thousands of white people are killed here every year! I'll call you in the evening. Then you will leave the town with us and someone will pick us up! You can stay in the room honestly at other times!" After Mathil said that, he stopped paying attention to Jian Heng and stepped into the hotel directly.

Jian Heng followed Mathil to the front desk and opened a room for himself. After paying the money, he turned around and prepared to go to his room.

When Jian Heng's eyes accidentally swept into the small bar area next to him, he found that Mathil and a few white men were sitting there drinking. There was a dark-skinned woman sitting next to each of them. According to Jian Heng's feeling, the strong man in his early forties looked like he was about the sturdy man in his early forties, probably Mr. Lynch.

Just as Jian Heng looked at him, the bearded white man also looked at Jian Heng. Jian Heng nodded kindly at him with a smile, while the man nodded his head expressionlessly as a gift.

After entering the room, Jian Heng found that the room was quite pretty, the bed sheets looked quite clean, and the things in the room were arranged neatly, but even so, Jian Heng didn't want to move at will, so he took out his hotel artifact sleeping bag and spread it on the bed, then he put it on the clothes and lay it on.

Dong! Dong!

"Who?" Jian Heng asked to the door.

"Sir, do you want to watch the beautiful girl dance?" A female voice in a very inauthentic English came from the door.

"I am Mr. Lynch's friend! I don't need it!"

“@##&*@!”
Chapter completed!