Little Life on An American Ranch

When going to South Africa, in addition to preparing some messy things, Jian Heng also vaccinated all the vaccines that should be vaccinated, and prepared some small pills and some regular medicines according to the doctor's instructions. The doctor who had been to South Africa jokingly told Jian Heng that if you get sick in South Africa, you may not die, but if you go to see a doctor in South Africa, you will die.

Jian Heng's so-called mess includes an AK47 automatic rifle. The price of this thing on the black market is a bit outrageous. A second-hand AK that is probably new is more expensive than a brand new M4. Don't you think it's annoying?

The most expensive thing is not the gun, but the bullets. Jian Heng originally planned to buy a box of steel-cased bullets made by Maozi, but who knew that after spending the same money, he got two small boxes, and he was quite confident. At this price, do you want it or not!

As for regular gun shops, Jian Heng has no chance to sell them at all. People who buy bullets have to queue up to buy even if they make an appointment, and sometimes they have to limit a few boxes per person, which is similar to the previous salt grab in China where one person is limited to two bags. .

Jian Heng, who has always considered himself a good citizen, has never bought a gun before. In fact, it's not that he doesn't want to buy one. It's that New York has the strictest gun control in the United States. It's 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 a strange thing. 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 thing is pretty fucking.

As long as other people don't fuck Jian Heng's head, Jian Heng has no interest at all. Anyway, he is now concentrating on preparations, and even prepared a dozen sets of underwear. . As for food and drinking water, let alone, even if Jian Heng is thrown into the desert, Jian Heng can last for half a month with the things in the space.

Everything was ready, and the gym was handed over to Xu Zhaobin and McAvoy sisters. At the same time, the week's fruit and vegetable drinks were prepared and handed over to Xu Zhaobin. As for the McAvoy sisters, they were very enthusiastic about taking Erhu They went over and said that they helped to take care of the two tigers when Jian Heng was away. Jian Heng told the two tigers to make him obedient, and then threw the rabbit to the two sisters.

After everything was done, Jian Heng dragged a simple trolley case and boarded the plane to South Africa.

After more than ten hours of flying, Jian Heng felt as if the muscles in his body had been pulled out.

It wasn't that the plane was uncomfortable, but a white man in his forties was sitting next to Jian Heng. This guy had a strong body odor. The strong perfume, my god, the smell is hard for Jian Heng to describe.

Along the way, the smell hit Jian Heng's nose continuously. It is understandable that white people have heavy sweat glands, but Jian Heng has never seen one as heavy as this one. After this guy got off the plane, Jian Heng passed through the customs for about 20 minutes, and he still had that disgusting body odor in his nose.

When he reached the exit, Jian Heng carefully looked around. After a while, he saw a white man about thirty-five years old. His skin was not very white. He seemed to be of mixed race, but he probably wasn't with black people, maybe some Indians Bloodline, this man held a small cardboard in his hand, and lazily pressed the cardboard against his belly. On the cardboard was written in crooked English: Henry-Jean.

The man is very thin, weighing only a hundred catties at most, but he is not short, about 1.76 meters tall. Such a tall man weighs less than one hundred catties, coupled with a huge head, makes him The man looked a bit like a matchstick turned into a spirit, which was very joyful.

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

Jin? I didn't expect you to be an Asian. Mathil said rudely, and then beckoned to Jian Heng with the hand holding the cardboard: Follow me!

Jian Heng didn't say much and followed Matil out of the airport.

When he arrived at the parking lot, Jian Heng saw Matil's car: it was an old version of a domineering car, and he didn't know how many years old it was. With just a glance, he could see a rust spot on the front face, and the paint on the body Some are curled.

Martial stood beside the car, stretched out his hand and pulled the door, but he didn't open it all at once, so he stepped on the pedal with one foot, and then opened the door.

Get in the car, throw your luggage on the roof! Martial said to Jian Heng, got into the cab, and slammed the door shut.

Jian Heng stretched out his hand and saw that there was a pile of things on the luggage rack on the roof of the car. Fortunately, there was a net covering it, otherwise, his own luggage might have rolled out of the car at some point.

Fortunately, Jian Heng has a heaven-defying artifact here, and all the important things are in the space. The suitcase is actually an important decoration, and it doesn't matter whether you lose it or not.

Throwing the suitcase on the roof of the car casually, Jian Heng covered the net again and tied it tightly before getting into the car.

After leaving the city, I walked on the road for about an hour and got off the road. At first, it was a dirt road, and at the end there was no road at all. Later, not only did the road disappear, but rolling hills began to appear around me, and I entered the prairie directly. .

Martial buried his head in the car, and Jian Heng remained silent. Apart from the hum of the engine, there was no other sound in the car.

It wasn't that Jian Heng didn't want to talk, but that he raised a few topics, Matil didn't want to talk to Jian Heng at all, and after coming and going, Jian Heng stopped talking.

When the sun was setting, the car arrived at a small town. In Jian Heng's impression, South Africa is a developed country, and it was better in the city just now, but this small town reminded Jian Heng of his love for his hometown when he was in elementary school. In the rural town below the county seat, there are low-rise houses on both sides of a main road, and some of them seem to be dilapidated.

As soon as you look up, you can see one or two wires passing through the top of your head. The cement road, which is about ten meters wide, has not been repaired for a long time. sewage for domestic use.

What's more, some human and animal feces can be seen from time to time on the side of the road, and countless flies are buzzing around these feces.

There was a very uncomfortable smell in the air of the whole town, and it seemed that one could smell a kind of manure between breaths.

When the car drove into the village, a group of almost naked black children ran after the car, shouting happily while running.

Martial parked the car at the door of a hotel. Jian Heng knew it was a hotel because there was an English signboard on the dilapidated door.

Don't talk nonsense when you're inside, just go back to your room, call yourself if you want to eat, and be careful not to answer if a woman comes to your door, of course, if you want an Aiz as a Christmas present this year, then you can just enjoy it The woman who came to the door. If you don't want to provoke this thing, you can tell them that you are Mr. Lynch's friend! Matil said, opened the door and got out of the car.

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

Asking someone to build a bridge, Jian Heng has to say thank you no matter what, although he is expressing his embarrassment to himself, but Jian Heng feels that this matter needs to be expressed.

Martial glanced at Jian Heng with his own eyes: Mr. Lynch is very busy, please have time in the future! You go back to the house later, don't run around, it's very messy here after dark!

Is it a mess here? Jian Heng asked casually.

Mathil said: Of the white people who lived in this town before, none of the white people want to live here now. Do you know why?

Seeing Jian Heng's astonished expression, Matil continued: Everyone who can be driven away has been driven away, and those who are unwilling to leave have to move out after a few people have died! Let me tell you, don't Having said that, even in many cities, if you go out at night, you are lucky to be robbed, and it is not impossible to be shot! People who come to travel see the best side of this country, but what you will see is The darkest side of this country!

... Jian Heng was shocked by what Matil said.

When it came, Jian Heng heard that South Africa was the only country in the world where blacks discriminated against whites, and that after blacks came to power, they began to liquidate whites. But I didn't expect to come to this point, to rob houses and kill 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 at night, and when you come out of town with us, someone will pick us up! You stay in the room honestly at other times That's it! After Matil finished speaking, he stopped talking to Jian Heng and walked directly into the hotel.

Jian Heng followed Matil 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 glanced at the small bar area next to him, he found that Matil and several white people were sitting there drinking, and there was a dark-skinned woman sitting next to each of them, according to Jian Heng's feeling , the bearded man in the innermost place, who looks like a strong man in his early forties, should be that Mr. Lynch.

Just as Jian Heng was looking at him, the bearded white man also looked at Jian Heng. Jian Heng nodded kindly at him with a smile, while the big man nodded his head blankly in return.

After entering the room, Jian Heng found that the room looked good, the sheets and everything looked clean, and the things in the room were neatly arranged, but even so, Jian Heng didn't want to move casually, so he directly put the bed in the hotel room. The artifact sleeping bag was taken out, spread out on the bed, and then he got dressed and lay down on it.

Boom! Boom!

Who is it? Jian Heng asked towards the door.

Sir, do you want to watch beautiful women dance? A female voice speaking very poor English came from the door.

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

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Hearing what Jian Heng said, the female voice at the door left cursing in a language that Jian Heng could not understand.