Chapter 230
Chu Lingfeng takes the key to the eighth floor of the hotel and enters his room.
This hotel is worthy of being the most luxurious hotel in damoya. There are thick carpets in the corridor, TV and air conditioning in the room, and hot water is supplied all day. Besides that, there is a small refrigerator in the room, with iced beer and coke in it, and a box of Durex on the table.
Chu Lingfeng had dinner, took a hot bath, took out the satellite phone yuan Lang gave him, and directly called the Embassy in Luanda to inquire about the whereabouts of the medical team. However, as expected, Chu Lingfeng didn't get any valuable information, just a pile of empty nonsense.
It's getting dark. Chu Lingfeng is lying on the bed. He is bored watching the TV. Suddenly, the TV flashes and goes out. The lights outside are all out.
But soon, the light came on again, but this time only the light of the hotel came on, and it was still dark outside. At the same time, the phone of the hotel rang, and it was from the front desk. They apologized to Chu Lingfeng, saying that the power supply was interrupted, and now the generator of the hotel is working, please understand.
After Chu Lingfeng hung up, he felt a little irritable, so he went down to the bar to have a drink.
There is a billiard table in the bar. Two white people are leisurely wiping the pole. On one side, there are black musicians in evening dress playing blues alone. In addition, there is a white man with a big stomach sitting in the corner, looking at the newspaper that doesn't know where, and there is a glass of whiskey on the table.
Chu Lingfeng went to the old man's side, sat down and said to the waiter, "rum, double, thank you."
The old man put down the newspaper, looked at Chu Lingfeng, and said in English, "it's not a wise choice to come to damoa at this time, young man."
Chu Ling Feng said with a smile: "sometimes life needs to take risks. Even if it's not a wise choice, it's coming, isn't it?"
The old man laughed, looked at Chu Lingfeng and said, "let me guess who you are. You should not be a diplomat, because you don't have their disgusting mellow smell. You should not be a businessman, because you don't have the copper smell. I think you should be a spy or something."
Chu Ling Feng lightly shook his head, said: "I came to find my friend, she works in a Chinese medical team, I saw the situation here is very tense, came."
"Young man, there are very few people like you who are affectionate and righteous in these days. I'm very interested in you. Let's get to know George Parker again." George held out his hand and said to Chu Lingfeng.
Chu Lingfeng shook hands with him and said, "Chu Lingfeng."
Two people exchanged greetings for a while, Chu Lingfeng learned that George is a planter, also has shares in this hotel, so he also likes to live here.
"The villas in the suburbs are too unsafe. The black people always like to come out at night and sneak around. The local servants hook up with them again. If no one took over, old George would have run back to Britain." George had a few cups of rum that Chu Lingfeng invited, and then he complained.
Chu Lingfeng listened to George's complaint with a smile, and finally took a break and asked, "old George, do you know the whereabouts of our Huaxia medical team?"
Old George put his wine cup heavily on the table and said, "God knows where your Chinese medical team has gone. You Chinese like to go deep into the jungle, publicize epidemic prevention knowledge, distribute insecticides and vitamins, and help black people who can't get sick for free. The United Nations should really give them medals, They're more like angels than the church gang. "
Speaking of this, old George took a meaningful look at Chu Lingfeng and said, "Chu from the East, I heard last time that they seem to have a camp beside Carlos lake, but you'd better go to the consulate to find them. Although I think you are also very strong, this is Africa after all, and the earth is still a wild area!"
Chu Lingfeng nodded and said, "old George, thank you for your advice, but I still need to go, and I need a map and a gun. Of course, I will pay for it."
"Hahaha, brave Oriental boy, you remind me that I had the same courage as you. Well, come with me and see what old George can do for you." Old George said, with Chu Lingfeng came to his room.
It's a high-class suite on the top floor. There is a charming white girl practicing yoga in it. It seems that old George is still young.
Old George looked at Chu Lingfeng, opened the cupboard, took out a beautifully shaped double barreled shotgun, and said to Chu Lingfeng, "this old thing is a shotgun made by Italian belita. It's a four caliber shotgun that can knock down an elephant. Chu, I think it's what you need."
Chu Lingfeng took over the heavy shotgun in old George's hand and played with it carefully. This gun should not be mass-produced, because the buttstock made of walnut on it is glossy and shiny, and the metal parts are carved with patterns. The body of the gun can't help being slender and beautiful.
The bullet of the shotgun is the same as that of the shotgun. The caliber of the shotgun is distinguished according to the number. Old George said that the shotgun of the fourth caliber can bring down the elephant with one shot, which is not a lie.
But Chu Lingfeng just played with it and handed it to old George with a smile, saying: "old George, this is a good gun indeed, but the guy I want to deal with is far more dangerous than the elephant."
Old George nodded, put the shotgun into the cabinet, then took out a Remington shotgun and handed it to Chu Lingfeng. He said, "Chu, I know you have requirements for continuous firepower. This American goods should be enough for you, but if you only want a Kalashnikov automatic rifle, old George can only let you down."
Chu Lingfeng took over Remington, checked the gun barrel and gun machine, nodded with satisfaction, and said to old George, "OK, old George, that's it. How much do I want to give you?"
Old George waved his hand and said, "Dear Chu, I'm just lending him to you. It's just a gift for you to buy me a drink. But you have to buy the bullets yourself. I have two boxes here. Each box is 25 bullets. You can give me 60 euros."
This price is very fair, converted into Chinese currency is only more than 400, Chu Lingfeng readily paid, once again returned to his room.
This hotel is worthy of being the most luxurious hotel in damoya. There are thick carpets in the corridor, TV and air conditioning in the room, and hot water is supplied all day. Besides that, there is a small refrigerator in the room, with iced beer and coke in it, and a box of Durex on the table.
Chu Lingfeng had dinner, took a hot bath, took out the satellite phone yuan Lang gave him, and directly called the Embassy in Luanda to inquire about the whereabouts of the medical team. However, as expected, Chu Lingfeng didn't get any valuable information, just a pile of empty nonsense.
It's getting dark. Chu Lingfeng is lying on the bed. He is bored watching the TV. Suddenly, the TV flashes and goes out. The lights outside are all out.
But soon, the light came on again, but this time only the light of the hotel came on, and it was still dark outside. At the same time, the phone of the hotel rang, and it was from the front desk. They apologized to Chu Lingfeng, saying that the power supply was interrupted, and now the generator of the hotel is working, please understand.
After Chu Lingfeng hung up, he felt a little irritable, so he went down to the bar to have a drink.
There is a billiard table in the bar. Two white people are leisurely wiping the pole. On one side, there are black musicians in evening dress playing blues alone. In addition, there is a white man with a big stomach sitting in the corner, looking at the newspaper that doesn't know where, and there is a glass of whiskey on the table.
Chu Lingfeng went to the old man's side, sat down and said to the waiter, "rum, double, thank you."
The old man put down the newspaper, looked at Chu Lingfeng, and said in English, "it's not a wise choice to come to damoa at this time, young man."
Chu Ling Feng said with a smile: "sometimes life needs to take risks. Even if it's not a wise choice, it's coming, isn't it?"
The old man laughed, looked at Chu Lingfeng and said, "let me guess who you are. You should not be a diplomat, because you don't have their disgusting mellow smell. You should not be a businessman, because you don't have the copper smell. I think you should be a spy or something."
Chu Ling Feng lightly shook his head, said: "I came to find my friend, she works in a Chinese medical team, I saw the situation here is very tense, came."
"Young man, there are very few people like you who are affectionate and righteous in these days. I'm very interested in you. Let's get to know George Parker again." George held out his hand and said to Chu Lingfeng.
Chu Lingfeng shook hands with him and said, "Chu Lingfeng."
Two people exchanged greetings for a while, Chu Lingfeng learned that George is a planter, also has shares in this hotel, so he also likes to live here.
"The villas in the suburbs are too unsafe. The black people always like to come out at night and sneak around. The local servants hook up with them again. If no one took over, old George would have run back to Britain." George had a few cups of rum that Chu Lingfeng invited, and then he complained.
Chu Lingfeng listened to George's complaint with a smile, and finally took a break and asked, "old George, do you know the whereabouts of our Huaxia medical team?"
Old George put his wine cup heavily on the table and said, "God knows where your Chinese medical team has gone. You Chinese like to go deep into the jungle, publicize epidemic prevention knowledge, distribute insecticides and vitamins, and help black people who can't get sick for free. The United Nations should really give them medals, They're more like angels than the church gang. "
Speaking of this, old George took a meaningful look at Chu Lingfeng and said, "Chu from the East, I heard last time that they seem to have a camp beside Carlos lake, but you'd better go to the consulate to find them. Although I think you are also very strong, this is Africa after all, and the earth is still a wild area!"
Chu Lingfeng nodded and said, "old George, thank you for your advice, but I still need to go, and I need a map and a gun. Of course, I will pay for it."
"Hahaha, brave Oriental boy, you remind me that I had the same courage as you. Well, come with me and see what old George can do for you." Old George said, with Chu Lingfeng came to his room.
It's a high-class suite on the top floor. There is a charming white girl practicing yoga in it. It seems that old George is still young.
Old George looked at Chu Lingfeng, opened the cupboard, took out a beautifully shaped double barreled shotgun, and said to Chu Lingfeng, "this old thing is a shotgun made by Italian belita. It's a four caliber shotgun that can knock down an elephant. Chu, I think it's what you need."
Chu Lingfeng took over the heavy shotgun in old George's hand and played with it carefully. This gun should not be mass-produced, because the buttstock made of walnut on it is glossy and shiny, and the metal parts are carved with patterns. The body of the gun can't help being slender and beautiful.
The bullet of the shotgun is the same as that of the shotgun. The caliber of the shotgun is distinguished according to the number. Old George said that the shotgun of the fourth caliber can bring down the elephant with one shot, which is not a lie.
But Chu Lingfeng just played with it and handed it to old George with a smile, saying: "old George, this is a good gun indeed, but the guy I want to deal with is far more dangerous than the elephant."
Old George nodded, put the shotgun into the cabinet, then took out a Remington shotgun and handed it to Chu Lingfeng. He said, "Chu, I know you have requirements for continuous firepower. This American goods should be enough for you, but if you only want a Kalashnikov automatic rifle, old George can only let you down."
Chu Lingfeng took over Remington, checked the gun barrel and gun machine, nodded with satisfaction, and said to old George, "OK, old George, that's it. How much do I want to give you?"
Old George waved his hand and said, "Dear Chu, I'm just lending him to you. It's just a gift for you to buy me a drink. But you have to buy the bullets yourself. I have two boxes here. Each box is 25 bullets. You can give me 60 euros."
This price is very fair, converted into Chinese currency is only more than 400, Chu Lingfeng readily paid, once again returned to his room.
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