Little Life on An American Ranch

After leaving the airport in South Africa, Jian Heng saw a few people who came to pick him up. One of the people with a Chinese face saw Jian Heng coming out of the passage, and immediately waved to the people behind him, and then took the lead towards Jian Heng. welcome up.

Mr. Jane? The visitor walked up to Jian Heng, stopped and asked a question while extending his hand to Jian Heng: I am a friend of Mr. Zuo Tong, and my name is Chen Cheng.

Jian Heng stretched out his hand and shook him: Thank you, Mr. Chen.

The middle-aged man named Chen Cheng stretched out his hand and introduced the people behind him, all of whom were black: They will accompany Mr. to the Kimberley area, but I still remind you, it is best not to go there, because it is already chaotic. It has become a pot of porridge, and the situation is still deteriorating.

Thank you for your reminder, but I have friends over there, so I can't do it if I don't go. Jian Heng shook hands with the black man who looked like four bodyguards, and replied.

After exchanging pleasantries, the five of them left the airport together.

After leaving the airport, Jian Heng discovered that Chen Cheng had prepared an old Luhu for himself, with the British flag hanging on it.

Chen Cheng helped Jian Heng open the car door, then signaled the four black bodyguards to get in the car, and at the same time whispered to Jian Heng: It is dangerous for us Chinese or white people to go there now, even for black people. There are still points, these four have worked in my company for some years, if possible, listen to their opinions as much as possible.

Thank you very much, this time the matter is urgent, when I come back, I will be the host and thank you for your help Jian Heng said seriously.

Chen Chengdao: It's all Chinese who are away from home and want to take care of each other. Don't procrastinate as soon as the matter is over. The shorter the time you stay in that damn place, the better. These bastards are the f*cking unstable elements. Take care. A Nanqing of mine was turned into this ghostly appearance.

gone! Seeing that the four bodyguards had all sat down, Jian Heng said to Chen Cheng. Jian Heng was a little moved by the enthusiasm of the compatriots in a foreign country.

Chen Cheng listened and nodded, said a good journey, and then helped Jian Heng close the door.

After leaving the airport, Lu Hu headed straight for Kimberley. Along the way, several black bodyguards switched gears, running almost without a break.

From the moment he left home, Jian Heng has been in a non-stop mode all the way, because every second of delay, Mrs. Curtis will be in more danger.

When it was about ten kilometers away from the outer edge of Kimberley, Jian Heng saw a thick smoke rising from the city through the window, and from time to time there were some screaming black people running away from the car with an arrogant face But even some of the black women with their children in their hands were holding things like looted food, and they had the same disgusting smiles on their faces.

The closer to the city, the more shocking what you see. Jian Heng, who has always grown up in a peaceful society, has experienced black construction sites, but what he sees now is far from what black construction sites can compare. There were a few blacks dragging a woman with the same dark skin, but this woman looked a bit more like a black mixed race. As for what they were dragging her to do, just think about it.

Jian Heng took out his cell phone and tried to dial the cell phone that Mrs. Curtis had called to him earlier.

As soon as he picked up the phone, Jian Heng saw the driver turn the steering wheel, get off the road and drive towards the wasteland next to him.

Where is this going? Jian Heng asked a little puzzled.

Before Jian Heng finished speaking, he immediately felt something hard on his waist, and he knew it was a pistol without even thinking about it.

Sorry, we have a friend who wants to see you, said the black bodyguard sitting next to Jian Heng.

Jian Heng didn't turn around all of a sudden, but when he came back to his senses, he knew that he had fallen into someone's trap. Chen Cheng couldn't run away, and Zuo Tong was also very suspicious. He even called Own Mrs. Curtis is also currently debatable.

who? Jian Heng calmed down a bit,

asked calmly.

The black bodyguard who pointed the gun at Jian Heng saw that Jian Heng quickly regained his composure, with an expression of appreciation on his face: You will know later.

Hearing what he said, Jian Heng sat down honestly without saying a word, and the bodyguard next to him saw that Jian Heng was honest, and put away the gun in his hand.

Jian Heng's face is calm, but his mind is constantly thinking about any clues he can think of, trying to find out who is looking for him, but unfortunately Jian Heng can't figure it out at all, because he stayed in South Africa. There is too little time. Apart from Lin Qi and his group, Jian Heng doesn't even have any enemies. He really can't think of who will deceive him from the United States, and what is the purpose.

The car bypassed Kimberley and headed northward for more than an hour. When it got dark, Jian Heng saw a farm, a very large one.

The car stopped in front of a big house with a strong Spanish colonial architectural style.

get off!

Jian Heng heard the black guarantor sitting next to him say something, and then pushed himself, and Jian Heng stretched out his hand and pulled the doorknob on his side.

The house is very big, and it looks very imposing, especially on both sides of the house there is a big white man, and a big man with a Carlos dog.

One of the big men looked at the black man holding Jian Heng's arm and said, Sir, I'm waiting for you inside.

The big man glanced at Jian Heng, turned around with a look of contempt and opened the door.

Looking at the door, Jian Heng saw a quite empty yard. There was a fountain in the center of the yard. In the center was a statue of a fruit girl. She looked like a goddess or something. She was holding a plate or a cup in her hand. The water came from the cup. out and back into the pool.

There is a corridor on the left side of the yard, and at the end of the corridor is a small round arch. Next to the small round arch is a three-story building. The black bodyguards did not lead Jian Heng into the building, but passed through the small round arch to the backyard .

As soon as he entered the arch, a large swimming pool was immediately displayed in front of Jian Heng. The blue pool water could be seen at a glance. Now under the reflection of the surrounding lights, it looks as beautiful as a blue gemstone embedded in the ground.

The most eye-catching thing is that there are several women in the swimming pool, very beautiful women are swimming back and forth in the pool like a mermaid.

In addition to the woman who was swimming, there were several other women with the same waist height and long legs surrounding a fat pig-like Caucasian man, holding a silver plate in each hand, which contained various kinds of fruits. Haven't seen it.

Seeing this fat pig-like white man, a term immediately popped up in Jian Heng's mind: Ukrainian big fat pig!

This man is not tall, at most 1.7 meters tall, but according to Jian Heng's visual inspection, his weight is at least between 190 and 200 catties, and his belly can almost serve as a table when sitting on a recliner , the huge gold chain around his neck and the dazzling gemstone ring on his hand, one can tell at a glance that this fat man is not a high-educated guy, but he is a guy who is too arrogant.

Snapped! Snapped!

Seeing the black bodyguard escorting Jian Heng in, the Ukrainian big fat pig snapped his fingers twice, then hooked his hands to signal to bring Jian Heng in front of him.

Are you that Henry Jean, the Chinaman of Yankees? cough! cough! The Ukrainian big white pig coughed.

The big white pig coughed, and a black-skinned woman with a slim figure immediately took a small spittoon and leaned over it.

After spitting, the Ukrainian big fat pig stared at Jian Heng again with his small eyes. Although his appearance was wretched, Jian Heng had to admit that this Ukrainian big fat pig's eyes were sharp and a little frightening. The power of the soul seems to be able to see through people at a glance.

Chinese people only have American nationality, Jian Heng said quietly for the convenience of walking.

You have guts! The Ukrainian big fat pig actually showed a little appreciation in his eyes.

Can you let me go if you beg for mercy? Jian Heng shrugged.

With space in hand, Jian Heng's courage has indeed increased a lot.

Let you go? That's impossible, because I'm just helping a friend. It's not up to me to let you go, but to her. The Ukrainian big fat pig said with a smile.

After speaking, he raised his hand to the black man behind Jian Heng as a signal.

Seeing the movement of the big Ukrainian pig, the black bodyguard let go of Jian Heng's arm, bent slightly towards the big Ukrainian pig, turned and left.

The Ukrainian big fat pig didn't even look at the black bodyguard who left, but pointed to the recliner next to him, motioning for Jian Heng to sit down.

Hearing what the Ukrainian big fat pig said, Jian Heng keenly heard that it was a woman who wanted to see him, because the big fat pig used she instead of he.

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