Chapter 371 Campbell (6)
"Where's Bruce?"
"We don't know."
The guard, not wanting to be beaten, quickly replied, "We always wait at the door and never go in."
John frowned. "Tie them up, and you guys investigate the situation from the outside."
Seeing the mercenary team restraining the four guards, Jiang Ningyue and Qingfeng walked over. The guards had already handcuffed the four men together and gagged them.
"Boss, all four of them are under control."
John saluted and said, "After preliminary investigation, there are only three people in this villa, located in a room in the southeast corner of the second floor. For the time being, we can confirm that there are no large-scale armed forces in the villa."
Just now, the mercenary team took out a strange electric telescopic scope and detected the situation on the second floor of the villa.
Jiang Ningyue nodded and said, "Leave four people to guard outside, and the rest of you follow me into the villa."
"Yes, Boss!"
John saluted immediately and arranged for four people to stay where they were. Of course, it didn't take four people to control the four handcuffed people, and the four people left behind were mainly for precautionary measures.
After everything was arranged, John was the first to open the door. Yes, the villa door was not locked. After searching the guard for the key, everyone walked in openly.
Jiang Ningyue was still worried that the noise just now would alert Bruce, however, Bruce was having fun in the large bedroom on the second floor. The two white girls were making so much noise that he didn't hear anything unusual.
"Bang——"
John kicked the door open, pointed his gun and yelled, "Hands up!"
The mercenaries following John shouted at the same time, "Hands up!"
The white girls were so scared that they hugged each other and screamed wildly, while Bruce rolled to the ground, knelt on the ground and raised his hands skillfully.
"Bang--"
John pulled out his pistol and fired a shot at the bed, scaring the two white girls so much that they dared not make a sound. John then said viciously, "Shut up!"
Jiang Ningyue, who was standing at the door, did not come in. She said slowly outside the door: "John, put on Bruce's clothes and bring him out."
"yes."
Everyone held down Bruce, who had been kneeling on the ground for a long time, hurriedly put clothes on him, and forced him out of the bedroom.
Arriving in the living room, Bruce looked up and saw two women sitting on the large sofa in the second-floor living room. Both of them were wearing camouflage uniforms, military boots, and military tactical scarves covering the lower half of their faces.
But just based on the figure, Bruce could infer that the one sitting in the middle was definitely a great beauty.
However, now is not the time to have any evil thoughts. Bruce's brain was working rapidly. He was thinking, whose troops these were and why they wanted to attack him.
There are white people and black people in this team - could it be a French army?
Could it be that France is dissatisfied with his attitude and wants to kill him and replace him with someone else?
Thinking of this, Bruce quickly said, "I am protected by America. You can't kill me! If I die, the CIA will not let you go. Besides, I can also love France. I have always considered myself a Frenchman."
"Bang——"
John kicked Bruce in the back, a kick so hard that it nearly killed him. He almost passed out from the pain. John stepped on his face, crushing it with his heavy combat boots. His voice was cold, "Did the boss let you speak?"
"John, let him go."
"Yes, sir."
John saluted and immediately stepped aside.
Jiang Ningyue slowly stood up, took out a pistol from her pocket (system space), and pointed it at Bruce's head.
"Do you want to live?"
"think."
Bruce replied immediately, frightened.
Although Bruce Campbell is a military man, his years as president have made him lose his blood.
Of course, the quality of soldiers on the African continent is not high.
He doesn't want to die. He can't bear to leave this colorful world and his current presidential life.
"You promised China the minerals before, why did you break the contract?"
Jiang Ningyue released the safety of her pistol. The crisp sound frightened Bruce so much that he trembled all over. "It was the American ambassador. It was him. He made me do all this."
China? It's actually China?
Bruce's pig brain was overloaded. Since when did China become such a force in West Africa?
However, there was no time to think now. Bruce looked at Jiang Ningyue pitifully and said, "Can we reconcile? I'm willing to sit down and talk with Zhonghua again."
"Shut up. Let me ask you now, do you want your life or the mine?"
"It's fatal. It's fatal."
Bruce replied quickly.
Jiang Ningyue admitted that there are indeed tough guys on the African continent, including many warriors who plead for the people and sacrifice their lives for a great cause.
But obviously, Bruce is not among them. He is just a greedy, lustful and cowardly insect.
"I came here just to say hello to you." Jiang Ningyue smiled brightly behind her scarf. "If you dare to break your promise, I hope you don't sleep too deeply tonight. I'm afraid you won't see the sun tomorrow. Do you understand?"
Although this guy was a jerk, Jiang Ningyue would not kill him. If he died, Campbell's next president would definitely lean towards France or America, which would make things even more troublesome.
"I understand."
Bruce answered quickly, as if afraid Jiang Ningyue would go back on her word. "I will invite the Chinese ambassador to sign an agreement tomorrow. I will authorize Chinese companies to mine all three mineral deposits as agreed!"
Bruce gritted his teeth and asked, "Does the dividend you agreed to give me still count?"
Jiang Ningyue almost laughed out loud when she heard Bruce's words.
He is about to die, but he is still thinking about the annual dividends.
"count."
Jiang Ningyue stood up.
"That's good, that's good."
Bruce also laughed. Although he had been stepped on and his face was bleeding, he didn't feel any pain at all.
He was happier than anything else to be able to keep the money.
System prompt: [The cause-effect relationship has been established. Bruce will keep his promise.]
Jiang Ningyue put the pistol into her pocket and said, "Mr. President, we will take our leave now. I hope you can keep your promise, otherwise..."
After saying that, Jiang Ningyue slowly went downstairs, while the mercenary stood where he was to prevent Bruce from calling for help before Jiang Ningyue evacuated.
Qingfeng walked behind Jiang Ningyue, pointed to the room secretly, and then made a 'throat-cutting' gesture.
Bruce cannot be killed, and he needs to abide by the contract.
The guards don't have to be killed. These people are Bruce's confidants and will not tell America about this.
But those two white girls must die, otherwise this matter will reach the ears of the American ambassador tonight.
If possible, Qingfeng would not even let those guards go.
However, Qing Feng decided not to do so, fearing that Jiang Ningyue would not be able to accept it.
Therefore, Qing Feng only dealt with the people that Jiang Ningyue could not see.
“Bang, bang—”
After two shots, the mercenaries left. Bruce, who was about to stand up, was so frightened that he fell to the ground again, trembling all over.
After an unknown amount of time, he heard no movement outside. Bruce slowly got up and struggled back to the room, only to find that the two white girls were dead on the bed.
Bruce sighed. Even if the mercenaries didn't kill them, he wouldn't let them go. After all, they had seen him act shamefully.
Bruce lit a cigar, anger boiling inside him.
This pig-brained man, who dropped out of elementary school and only learned how to eat, drink, gamble and have sex while studying in the United States, began to think.
This was definitely not done by China, it must have been done by France.
The reason why China was mentioned was just to divert conflicts and frame others.
I am just too smart.
Hum, France.
You have offended a great president!
Thinking of this, Bruce threw the cigar on the ground and stepped on it hard, as if the person being stepped on was France.
“Ah—ah—”
Bruce, who was not wearing shoes, was burned so much that he hugged his feet and jumped up on one leg.
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