Chapter 300

Africa.

South of the DRC.

A silver off-road vehicle of Toyota is driving fast on a bumpy road. On both sides of the road, it is not the rainforest, but a low bush. From time to time, some small animals will come out of the Bush, but they are scared to run to the other side. If they are not lucky, it can only be said that it is providence.

There are very few vehicles on the road.

Many parts of the road, which has been in disrepair for a long time, have become completely stone roads.

Although this SUV is very fast.

But it's faster than that.

"Diddiddiddiddiddiddiddiddiddiddiddiddiddiddiddiddiddiddiddiddiddiddiddiddiddiddiddiddiddiddiddiddiddiddiddiddiddiddiddiddiddiddiddiddiddiddiddiddiddiddiddiddiddiddiddiddiddiddiddidi... oh Dada dada

A Nissan pickup "whistling" quickly drove past the SUV on its flute. On the back of the car stood two big black men with guns shooting at the sky.

When they passed the SUV, they also arrogantly compared their middle fingers, swearing, but they were covered up by the gunfire.

Sometimes, in a bumpy pit, the two men were thrown almost higher than the carriage. They held on to the rail tightly and exclaimed, "have a good time.".

There are five people sitting in the Toyota cross-country. They are all Africans. Their muscles are very strong. The clothes they wear are not ragged or random, but uniform black suits and sunglasses.

This is what Tang Qing asked before.

When soldiers carry out combat tasks, they'd better wear sunglasses, so as not to be hung up in case of emergency. They'll end up being treated as aliens invading the earth, and they'll have to shut up at that time. It's very troublesome.

These are the five soldiers who were sent to this country to solve the problem of mining hegemony.

The two silly forks knew that they had eaten flour and were in the mood, so the soldiers ignored them. If they dare to shoot at their car, the soldiers will let them know what hand speed is.

The soldiers didn't take a plane, because there was no direct flight. If they changed planes, they might as well drive by themselves.

But the Command Office also overestimated the complexity of the traffic on the road. Although the distance was dead, the road conditions were crazy. In addition, once the bridge was blown off, it was only a long way to make a detour, and there were often robbers and road bullies. Finally, it took nearly 20 hours to cross South Kivu province in Rwanda and the Republic of Congo to reach the south of Maniema province.

It's only two hours faster than the plane.

There are still dozens of kilometers away from the target.

Five minutes after the racer raced by.

The soldiers had the first trouble when they entered Maniema province. Two pickup trucks were in the middle of the road, blocking the two lane road. One of the pickup trucks just now and the other one seemed to have been waiting there for a long time. There were two gangsters standing in the trunk of the two pickup trucks. Now it's mid afternoon. Under the glare of the sun, several gangsters are black and a little reflective.

Obviously, they want to slaughter fat sheep.

Although these soldiers are also African faces, they do not have the slightest sense of belonging. They only know to complete the task and eliminate all those who hinder Tang Qing's progress.

"Stop it for me."

One of the Africans stood in front and yelled with a big horn. He didn't have the slightest fear on his face. He also considered that if the window was closed and the people inside couldn't hear him, he also held a big handwritten stop sign on his hand. It was very conspicuous, but the words were a little ugly.

They are only 50 meters away from the soldier's car.

But the soldiers don't have the slightest interest in stopping to talk with these people. Even normal people who have seen so many bullies along the way will not sympathize with these robbers, let alone these war machines without feelings.

Thirteen people.

It has been marked by the command room and assigned tasks.

There are no innocent people here. It's all the enemies who block the soldiers' way, let alone it's too late now. Because the time promised by Tang Qing is too late, the whole task is marked red directly from the general task and listed as an urgent task, so it's driving so fast. Anyone who wastes their time and has evil intentions should be cleared quickly.

The co pilot and the soldier in the back seat immediately took out a pistol from their clothes.

Roll down the window.

It's just when you're on the other side of the table and you're ready to make a big deal.

Death is coming.

"Bang bang"

Extremely intense gunfire.

The three fighters fight together.

There was no miss.

But for a second, before they could pull the trigger, they lay down forever.

Test the hand speed of the soldiers.

That's death.

"Prick."

The SUV turned a corner, bypassed two cars, and continued to drive towards the distant city, leaving two pickup trucks without living people. As for the booty? ha-ha.

In this way, on the way of several tens of kilometers, they met four robbers who wanted to rob them. They were all cleaned up like this. They were all robbers with blood in their hands. If they were killed, they would be killed.And they don't care about killing or burying.

In this war-torn African country, the command room has no scruples at all.

After paying the toll, the car slowly drives into a small county, which is called a county, but it's pitifully small. It's just a remote town in China, with extremely poor infrastructure. Most people still live in the dense countryside and live a primitive life of hunting and gathering. Even many people don't go far in their lives. They live here and die here.

Today is the day to go to the market. The streets are very busy. There are all kinds of peddling, especially fruits. The cheapest ones are going to die. They don't even have scales.

After parking at any place, the soldiers changed into clean clothes and scattered in this place.

They need to know the basic information here, and they need to find a stronghold. At the same time, the transmission node has been on the plane, and is expected to arrive here tomorrow morning. In order to catch up with the schedule, they need to take action tonight.

Time is running out.

Just as the soldiers spread out asking for information.

A settlement three kilometers south of the county.

This is where the small town actually controls karemba.

Many people with guns were on guard around the camp.

A luxurious white brick house is located in the middle, which is in sharp contrast to the mud embryo house and thatched cottage in other places.

In the huge basement, karemba and some of his confidants are drinking wine, holding "beauty" and watching the performances that everyone loves. From time to time, he goes on the stage in person and "Dances" with music.

Just then his housekeeper came in.

He had been familiar with the scene.

"Chief, something strange happened on the way over from South Kivu at noon today." The housekeeper came up quickly and said.

"What a strange thing." "I don't like it," said the 39 year old, smoking a cigar.

"The toll collectors are dead, and there are no witnesses. It looks like a group of people did it." Whispered the housekeeper.

Karemba was even less interested and said, "it's not our people anyway. If they die, they will be replaced soon." These are local gangsters or gamblers who extort people from other provinces, collect tolls and sometimes kill people. He despises these people and dies when they die.

"Yes. Chief, by the way, the Chinese boss is coming soon. I heard that the mining equipment is already at sea. " The housekeeper said again.

Kalumba's eyes brightened. "Oh? It's really fast. It's much better than that group of American people. At that time, we must beat him well. The Chinese are very easy to bully, hehe. " My heart is full of joy.

"Yes, it's sure to make a big profit this time. It's still a long-term business. When the time comes, we'll take over their equipment." The housekeeper was also a little excited, waiting for some soup.

"Idiot, what are you going to do with it? Even if you can use it, who will sell the mined ore to? We just need money. " Karemba patted the Housekeeper on the head. This intelligence quotient, if it were not for relatives, would have been thrown out by him.

"Yes, the chief is right." The housekeeper ordered and bowed.

"Well, you go down first." Kalumba waved the housekeeper out, and a glimmer of satisfaction flashed in his eyes. The conditions given by the Americans before were too low, and there was no oil and water, because the money had to be given to several deputy leaders.

This time, a Chinese boss who is not afraid of death has come. He must ask for more. At that time, he will lie about the price of the protection fee and take the big share. Although he wants to kill the other deputy leaders, he does not dare.

Their power is formed by the alliance of some local tribes, just to fight against the alliance of other tribes. Only when their tribe is the strongest, has a large population, and has a few precious stones and minerals under his command, can he become the leader.

It's not like killing other deputy leaders can lead to hegemony.

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After an afternoon's investigation, you are a high-efficiency soldier. You have mastered the local power structure and selected the "superior" person for this mission, such scum as karemba, who committed many evils and was directly abandoned.

Among the other deputy leaders, the two leaders are relatively close to the "just" side, which is the best among them. Even if there's something that hasn't been investigated, it's nothing. It's all wheat, and it's not a force directly under Tang Qing. There's no need to pay too much attention to it.

According to the schedule.

Each selected the target.

We're going to start early in the morning.

Twelve o'clock in the evening.

The residence of the second leader, Martin Bhatti.

Naturally, his residence and kalumba are not together, but within their own tribe. Only kalumba is the leader, he will live near the county seat, and usually he will get together when he has something to do.

They are just a loose alliance of interests.

This is a tribe in the mountainous area, with a population of more than 6000, which is a relatively large force. Martin Bhatti is the son of the tribal head and the next one. Naturally, he lives in a good place. It's just not as luxurious as karemba.Martin Bhatti's life is very regular. He goes to bed after dinner and has no other hobbies. Although he has three wives, he is 42 years old. He doesn't have so much interest and sometimes likes to sleep alone.

Soon, biological clock, but he soon fell asleep.

In the jungle around the Martin Bahati tribe.

A figure was moving quickly through it.

By the moonlight.

The soldier directly turned on the auxiliary system, and was half forced to be taken over by the second child. The main purpose was to speed up the road and take a detour. So the command room chose to let the soldier walk in a straight line, and the second child opened the hanging soldier. What's dangerous in the jungle? That's a joke.

Not far from Martin Bhatti's tribe, the soldier's eyes flashed red again, ending the authorization of combat assistance system.

Squatting in the grass, looking at the quiet tribe.

The soldier waited quietly.

Soldiers from other places were in place, waiting for orders.

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Early in the morning.

Martin Bhatti's home.

He was sleeping soundly, but he didn't know that a figure standing by the bed was looking at him.

It's 12:1.

"Dong Dong Dong"

There were three knocks in his room, like thunder, and Martin Bhatti was instantly awakened.

His sleep is always shallow, and he can be startled if he makes a little noise. Maybe it's the habit of living in the jungle for so many years. There are not only bandits, but also jackals, tigers and leopards. If you're not careful, you don't know how to die.

Martin Bhatti immediately opened his eyes.

The room is still dark, only light moonlight, outside the sound of insects also came in, as usual ah.

It seems that it was the voice made by myself again.

Wait.

Martin Bhatti suddenly sat up and looked at the figure standing by the bed. He was so scared that he almost had a heart attack.

"Who are you?" Cried Martin Bhatti.

Just then, he quickly took out the gun under the pillow.

But the next second, before the gun was lifted up, he saw a flower in front of his eyes, and the gun in his hand was snatched by the other side, so strong that his fingers were torn to pain.

"Ah Martin Bhatti cried in pain. He was wondering why no one came to see him. He suddenly remembered that he still had the habit of talking in his sleep. He often yelled at night, and everyone was used to it. And I wake up every time by my own voice. This kind of symptom, even those international aid doctors say is extremely rare.

"Hello, Mr. Martin Bhatti." In order to avoid him barking, the soldier pointed a gun at his head and said hello.

Hearing this, Martin Bhatti was relieved that he didn't shoot directly. It was better to have conditions than not. Although the cold feeling on his forehead made him feel cold and many thoughts flashed through his mind, he couldn't think of who he offended. He was always a good man and seldom made enemies.

"Who are you and what is your purpose?" Martin Bhatti asked, trying to be calm.

"Smart, I don't talk much nonsense. It's very simple. I'll help you sit in the position of leader. You promise us some conditions." The soldiers are as straightforward as ever.

"Why should I believe you, and what conditions are there?" Martin Bhatti asked, frowning.

"You have no choice." The soldier didn't answer the question.

Facing the threat of the man in front of him, thousands of thoughts flashed through Martin Bhatti's mind, constantly thinking about who sent him and what he wanted to do. However, the temptation to be a leader is still great. The county town, which is controlled by karemba, still has the biggest dividend right. The total share of several deputy leaders of karemba is only a little more than that of karemba.

And just as the people in front of him said, he had no choice. Knowing the news and refusing to accept it would be a dead word.

"What are you going to do?" Martin Bhatti said solemnly.

"We don't have much time. Your leader and his heartfelt subordinates can't see the sun tomorrow. Can you deal with the rest?" Said the soldier.

"Well, do you think it's so easy to kill the leader and some of his subordinates and I'll be able to take the upper position? You are too naive. He represents a tribe, and every deputy leader level is. I can't deal with their tribe. If you plan to do so, I can only say that I can't do anything about it. " Martin Bhatti sneered. The plan, in his opinion, is just brain damage.

"Of course we thought of that, but what if you join the other deputy leaders?" The soldier continued slowly.

"And you found them?" Martin Bhatti was surprised.

"Of course, you can't make it by yourself, so we found other deputy leaders, but the conversation is different. You are the only one we think can be the leader." Said the soldier.

Hearing this, Martin Bhatti didn't know whether he was happy or not. He had to say that it was nice to be looked up to."But will they agree to unite with me?" Martin Bhatti was a little worried.

The soldier paused, and a faint smile came out of the corner of his mouth.

"They have agreed."

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