The Life of a Gangster That Started In a Gun Shop

Plaka is part of this long team.

A month ago, a recruitment notice for a company suddenly appeared on the street. The sign said that each person would get paid $5 a day, including food and lodging. . .

This is big news, and the town in my hometown has been fluctuating because of this announcement. Young people ran to tell each other, and Plaka was pulled out from home by his friend Papali to sign up.

The person at the registration point they knew was an official in the town. Of course, that's just a nice name, Plaka knows. In fact, this old guy is just like himself, a poor ghost...

Plaka was illiterate, so he asked curiously what he was going to do.

Recently, there was a rumor in the town that some people who were taken away by recruiting workers last month had their internal organs dug out. Otherwise they wouldn't have sent some money back by now...

Although I don't know if this rumor is true, Plaka also kept an eye out.

Fortunately, the poor ghost official told him directly that he was recruited to fight, otherwise he would not have been paid such a high salary.

Hearing this, Plaka was relieved.

fight? Plaka is not afraid of war. Compared with bullets, he is more afraid of some people who can eat people's hearts.

In this way, Plaka signed up with his friend Papali.

The next day, they got into a pickup truck sent by the other party and embarked on an unknown journey.

In Cabinda, he saw a lot of white people, but most of them were dressed as workers, at least they didn't have guns.

Plaka seems to understand that they are not fighting, but protecting the jobs of these workers. He saw this scene when he was a kid...

But at that time he saw some yellow people, they were all very nice, and they would give him some food. Plaka was a little excited, but soon, he couldn't be happier.

Because he couldn't understand what these people were saying, he knew some of them were speaking French. But he didn't know much. He could only hear a half-understood when he listened to them.

And his friend Papari is similar to him.

For the children in these two remote towns, French is completely meaningless. As long as they know the local slang, it is enough for them to live, even if they are often hungry...

However, the language barrier is not a big problem. Anyway, for Plaka, it is a mess here. Mixing for a month, getting money, life is that simple.

He plans to save a little more, otherwise he won't know when this opportunity will come next time.

But before he could finish thinking, a black old man who was in charge of commanding them began to speak. Ask them to fight against a kind of white, strange material board, said to use these to build their houses.

Don't you mean to go to war? How did you become a worker?

With such doubts, Plaka has been working for more than a month. In addition to their work, they were forced to stand in a queue by those who called themselves instructors or captains.

If you don't stand, it's not enough. If you don't stand, they will shoot you at your feet...

Plaka has no doubt that if the other people are disobedient, the other party will definitely dare to move the muzzle up so much...

If you can buy the government to help with advertising, they will kill some people here, and no one will care at all.

This tiring and fulfilling life, Plaka has not experienced for a long time. But when they eat every day, the delicious and filling meals make them reluctant to leave. Of course, there is also the role of money.

Especially when he received his salary three days ago, Plaka still remembers the way Papali beat his back with excitement.

It's not bad to be a worker like this, Plaka thought, and a smile appeared on his face.

As a result, early this morning, they were inexplicably pulled into the car, and then they came to a strange place. Looking at the boundless water in the distance, Plaka thought, this should be the sea that my mother said, right?

"Hey, what are you thinking? Hurry up and move things!"

"Ah, come on!"

After being slapped by his companions, the recovered Plaka followed the team and hurried to a container. When the container door opened, he was stunned...

Guns, all guns!

Some are black, some are yellow, and the countless guns are stacked so randomly in this container. And these guns, some with small mirrors on them, look much better than the guns in the hands of the soldiers in the town...

"Don't be stunned, your team's task is to empty this container! After the car is full, leave one person to guard the door of the container, and no one is allowed to approach except yourself! The rest, after loading the car, Get in the car and meet at the door!"

As soon as Plaka regained his senses, he was kicked fiercely on the buttocks. He fell into the pile of guns in front of him, the messy barrels hurt him, but he didn't dare to call...

Because he dared to kick them like this, and was used to kicking them like this, only the old black man who called himself the captain.

"Plaka, what are you doing in a daze? Do you want to be lazy again? Hurry up and move me. If I don't see your movement in three seconds, prepare to be thrown into the sea to feed the fish!"

"Yes, sir!"

He yelled like a conditioned reflex~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Plaka couldn't take care of the sympathy on his body, he stood up and crawled up, and then imitated his comrades, picked up a few guns, hugged them and went out Walk.

One trip, two trips, three trips...

Soon, the pickup truck's body was stuffed with guns. Inside the container, there is still a gun with no head in sight...

Much, too much!

Plaka has never seen so many guns in his life!

In fact, not to mention him, even their captain, the retired corporal commander Jackson of the French Foreign Legion, was a little dumbfounded. You must know that this container is just one of them. There are nearly 30 containers that belong to their company in this trip!

However, this scene obviously did not scare him. The stronger the company's strength, the more reassuring it is for their employees. Especially the M4 carbine or M16 automatic rifle that is full of water, the cheap and the handguard are so rotten that there is no Ak.

"Hey, Plaka. You're here to guard this container and don't allow anyone near it. Here's your gun, take it!"

"Yes, sir. No one is allowed near the container!"

According to the requirements of the previous training, Plaka shouted and repeated the words of the black officer, and at the same time hurriedly took a rifle thrown by the other party.

"Live magazines, remember to teach these rookies how to use guns first!"

"I will, Fearns."

Taking over a magazine from a former comrade-in-arms and now a colleague, Jackson beckoned to Plaka.

"Come here, I'll teach you how to use the gun in your hand, remember not to shoot randomly! But if someone dares to attack the container against the order, you will hit me hard!"

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