The Smuggler
"Oh, girl, you with your university degree who talk about how a story to tell. You can not tell a story if you have not lived. Man, forget all your university shit and let me give you a story. "We ordered another beer. Rats are quiet tonight.
In the DRC rinse the diamonds like sand on the banks of river. There lay the stones for anyone simply to pick. Yet it is not child's play, the jungle is deadly. A man must be toughened, a thick skin since. Le Roux has a thick skin - like leather.
He is willing to brave the jungles to order by mosquitoes as big as the palm of your hand bitten. He is prepared for snakes and spiders that a giant canvas can be ducked and they can trace before they saw him. Le Roux to the barbaric dwellers hiding, or negotiate with them in their own language. The forest population is sly, they can help a man in trouble, or eat him alive. They camouflage among the undergrowth or high up in the branches, it is only the exceptional man who they may be hiding.
The rebels also know to avoid Le Roux. A few years before he became one of their leaders, armed to the little toe, with his bare hands killed. Le Roux had sneaked through the woods with his eyes on a bostier. The tigers are the most dangerous in the world and a man with an edge erase. They are territorial and will attack if you just a toe in his sitting area. Now that day was the bostier not 5 meters from Le Roux off and even a man as he sat in reverse for a bostier. The wind was happy with him and the tiger has not yet noticed it. Le Roux quietly creep back without looking where he was going. When he gets back he stood in the middle of a rebel camp.
Twenty depression eight ACs in right hand and machetes in twenty eight left hands, forty eyes on Le Roux addressed. Like hungry wolves enter the bloodthirsty rebels closer and closer. Le Roux is surrounded with no gap for escape. The leader of the rebels, so take Le Roux to since his waistband most legs hang performed in the middle of the circle until shortly before his prisoner. He spat on the ground.
Le Roux obviously speaks their language. The captain ordered him to all his possessions on the ground throws. Without his supplies, depression he is a dead man in the jungle. He threw his bag on the ground, but kept his eyes on challenging the leader. The massive man pressed his machete at Le Roux's throat, but it does not have the desired effect, on the contrary. Instead of paralyzed with fear, began Le Roux's blood boil with rage. He is a cowboy, a He-man, a Ronan, Conan the Barbarian, a gladiator, his Norwegian blood becomes berserk, adrenaline takes over. Without his consent spit his tongue in the rebel's face while his knee the guy in the balls catch. His arm grabbed the machete and threw it aside on the ground. His hand to smash the man she ate. Spit and limbs flying frantically around in the air, as in a cartoon, the two men together in a cloud of dust and fighting.
The other rebels are shocked and then watch Rambo Le Roux came up with their leader's belt in his hand. The massive depression man lying in pieces on the ground with blood on his face. Le Roux holds the belt up, he spit on the ground and stepped on the rebel's mangled head. A loud cracking sound echoed through the jungle that is silent in anticipation waiting. With the crack flying birds screaming to safety, the bostier depression growl and choose fled. A string Afrikaans swear words fly in the air and the rebels, who thus far planted in shock at the time, fled.
Le Roux know where the diamonds flush, but it is life threatening. The best diamonds are blood diamonds by teams of slaves under the watchful eyes of cruel whips mined. Those who say blood can not be tapped stone, was not here. The camps, river banks and surrounding woods by barbaric giant patrol. A Bostier is not as dangerous as the men, and if they catch you with diamonds depression is the nose over.
Le Roux creep quietly away in the undergrowth. He can for hours so silent sitting as it should. He keeps an eye on the guards, depression they count schedules, memorize their paths and calculate its gap. They may not know that he was there.
After half a day of waiting to see Le Roux and his chance slip past a guard who goes in the opposite direction and smoke. Under the shelter of twilight he crept down by plants. depression Soon he heard the rushing river. It was dark by the time he could barely put his hand before his eyes. In the mining camp, downstream from where he was, he heard voices speaking and singing. The jungle comes in the night to life and crawling with bugs and animals for which no scientist has given a name yet. With his headlamp trudging he carefully along the river and count pebbles. It is not easy to diamonds from other gems to distinguish without a skillet it city
"Oh, girl, you with your university degree who talk about how a story to tell. You can not tell a story if you have not lived. Man, forget all your university shit and let me give you a story. "We ordered another beer. Rats are quiet tonight.
In the DRC rinse the diamonds like sand on the banks of river. There lay the stones for anyone simply to pick. Yet it is not child's play, the jungle is deadly. A man must be toughened, a thick skin since. Le Roux has a thick skin - like leather.
He is willing to brave the jungles to order by mosquitoes as big as the palm of your hand bitten. He is prepared for snakes and spiders that a giant canvas can be ducked and they can trace before they saw him. Le Roux to the barbaric dwellers hiding, or negotiate with them in their own language. The forest population is sly, they can help a man in trouble, or eat him alive. They camouflage among the undergrowth or high up in the branches, it is only the exceptional man who they may be hiding.
The rebels also know to avoid Le Roux. A few years before he became one of their leaders, armed to the little toe, with his bare hands killed. Le Roux had sneaked through the woods with his eyes on a bostier. The tigers are the most dangerous in the world and a man with an edge erase. They are territorial and will attack if you just a toe in his sitting area. Now that day was the bostier not 5 meters from Le Roux off and even a man as he sat in reverse for a bostier. The wind was happy with him and the tiger has not yet noticed it. Le Roux quietly creep back without looking where he was going. When he gets back he stood in the middle of a rebel camp.
Twenty depression eight ACs in right hand and machetes in twenty eight left hands, forty eyes on Le Roux addressed. Like hungry wolves enter the bloodthirsty rebels closer and closer. Le Roux is surrounded with no gap for escape. The leader of the rebels, so take Le Roux to since his waistband most legs hang performed in the middle of the circle until shortly before his prisoner. He spat on the ground.
Le Roux obviously speaks their language. The captain ordered him to all his possessions on the ground throws. Without his supplies, depression he is a dead man in the jungle. He threw his bag on the ground, but kept his eyes on challenging the leader. The massive man pressed his machete at Le Roux's throat, but it does not have the desired effect, on the contrary. Instead of paralyzed with fear, began Le Roux's blood boil with rage. He is a cowboy, a He-man, a Ronan, Conan the Barbarian, a gladiator, his Norwegian blood becomes berserk, adrenaline takes over. Without his consent spit his tongue in the rebel's face while his knee the guy in the balls catch. His arm grabbed the machete and threw it aside on the ground. His hand to smash the man she ate. Spit and limbs flying frantically around in the air, as in a cartoon, the two men together in a cloud of dust and fighting.
The other rebels are shocked and then watch Rambo Le Roux came up with their leader's belt in his hand. The massive depression man lying in pieces on the ground with blood on his face. Le Roux holds the belt up, he spit on the ground and stepped on the rebel's mangled head. A loud cracking sound echoed through the jungle that is silent in anticipation waiting. With the crack flying birds screaming to safety, the bostier depression growl and choose fled. A string Afrikaans swear words fly in the air and the rebels, who thus far planted in shock at the time, fled.
Le Roux know where the diamonds flush, but it is life threatening. The best diamonds are blood diamonds by teams of slaves under the watchful eyes of cruel whips mined. Those who say blood can not be tapped stone, was not here. The camps, river banks and surrounding woods by barbaric giant patrol. A Bostier is not as dangerous as the men, and if they catch you with diamonds depression is the nose over.
Le Roux creep quietly away in the undergrowth. He can for hours so silent sitting as it should. He keeps an eye on the guards, depression they count schedules, memorize their paths and calculate its gap. They may not know that he was there.
After half a day of waiting to see Le Roux and his chance slip past a guard who goes in the opposite direction and smoke. Under the shelter of twilight he crept down by plants. depression Soon he heard the rushing river. It was dark by the time he could barely put his hand before his eyes. In the mining camp, downstream from where he was, he heard voices speaking and singing. The jungle comes in the night to life and crawling with bugs and animals for which no scientist has given a name yet. With his headlamp trudging he carefully along the river and count pebbles. It is not easy to diamonds from other gems to distinguish without a skillet it city
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