Chapter 303 Sneak in, Reach an Agreement (Please Subscribe!)

Africa.

Southern Congo.

A Toyota silver off-road vehicle is driving fast on a road full of potholes, and it is not a rainforest on both sides, but a low bush. From time to time, there will be some small animals passing through the bushes, but they are all scared. I had to rush to the other side. If I am unlucky, it can only be said that it is God's will.

There are very few vehicles on the road.

Many parts of the roads that have been in disrepair have become completely gravel roads.

Although this SUV is going fast.

But there are faster than that.

"Di Di Di Di... oh... Da Da Da..."

A Nissan pickup 'whistled' and whistled past the off-road vehicle, and on the back of the truck stood two black men with guns shooting at the sky.

When they crossed the off-road vehicle, the two arrogantly compared their middle fingers, scolding something in their mouths, but they were covered up by the sound of gunfire.

Sometimes they encountered a big bumpy pit, and the two of them were directly thrown almost higher than the carriage, while the two of them clutched the railing tightly and exclaimed loudly, "playing" very much.

There were five people sitting in the Toyota off-road, all of them were Africans, with strong muscles, and the clothes they wore were not tattered or shoddy, but uniform black suits and sunglasses.

This was Tang Qing's request before.

It is best for the soldiers to wear sunglasses when performing combat missions, so as to avoid the emergency situation, and the game is over when they are regarded as aliens invading the earth, and they have to silence them at that time, which is very troublesome.

These are the five soldiers who were sent to this country to solve the mine tyrants.

The two idiots knew that they had eaten flour and were excited, so the soldiers didn't pay any attention to them. If they dared to shoot at their cars, the soldiers would let them know what hand speed is.

The soldiers did not take the plane, because there is no direct way, if you change planes, it is better to drive by yourself.

It's just that the command room also overestimated the complexity of the road traffic. Although the journey is dead, the road conditions are simply maddening. In addition, the bridge was blown up once, so I could only take a long detour, and I often encountered robbers. Roadhog, in the end, spent nearly 20 hours in total, crossing the South Kivu provinces of Rwanda and Congo Kings, to the southern part of Maniema Province.

It's only two hours faster than the plane.

That's it, there are still dozens of kilometers away from the mission goal.

Just five minutes after the drag racer flew past.

The soldiers encountered their first trouble entering Maniema Province. Two pickup trucks were in the middle of the road, blocking the two-lane road. One was the pickup truck just now, and the other seemed to have been waiting there for a long time. , There are two gangsters standing in the back boxes of the two pickups. It is noon now, and under the dazzling sunlight, several gangsters are all dark and a little reflective.

Obviously, they want to slaughter the fat sheep.

Although these warriors are also African faces, they do not have the slightest sense of belonging. They only know that when they complete the task, all those who hinder Tang Qing's progress must be eliminated.

"Stop for me."

One of the Africans stood in front and shouted loudly with a loudspeaker, without the slightest fear on his face. He also considered that if the car window was closed, the person inside could not hear, and he held a large handwritten STOP in his hand. The brand is quite conspicuous, but the words are a little ugly.

They were only fifty meters away from the soldier's car.

But the soldiers have no interest in stopping and talking nonsense with these people. Even normal people, who have seen so many road gangsters along the way, would not have the slightest sympathy for these robbers, let alone these emotionless war machines.

Thirteen people.

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

There are no innocent people here, all the soldiers are blocking the way of the soldiers, not to mention that it is already too late, because the time promised with Tang Qing has exceeded, the entire mission is directly marked red from the general mission and listed as an emergency mission. , that's why they drive so fast, and anyone who wastes their time and has malicious intentions must be quickly eliminated.

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

Roll down the window.

Just when the opponent is holding the winning ticket, his face is happy, and he is ready to make a big fortune.

Death is coming.

"Bang bang..."

Extremely dense gunshots rang out.

The three fighters shot together.

No bullets.

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

Test the speed of the soldiers.

That is courting death.

"Thorn..."

The off-road vehicle turned a corner and bypassed the two vehicles, and continued to drive towards the city in the distance, leaving behind two pickups with no living people. As for the loot? Ha ha.

In this way, on the way of dozens of kilometers, they encountered four robbers who wanted to rob them. They were all cleaned up like this. They were all robbers with blood on their hands.

And kill or bury.

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

After paying the toll, the car slowly drove into a small county. It was said to be a county, but it was pitifully small. It was only the size of a remote town in China, and the infrastructure was extremely poor. The primitive life of collection, even many people will not go far in their lives, live here and die here.

Today is the day of the market, the streets are very lively, and all kinds of hawkers are heard one after another, especially fruits, which are cheap to death, and they are sold in piles, because they don't even have scales.

Just find a place to park the car, the soldiers changed into clean general clothes and scattered in this place.

They need to understand the basic information here and find a stronghold. At the same time, the transmission node has also boarded the plane. It is expected to arrive here tomorrow morning. In order to catch up with the schedule, they need to act tonight.

Time is running out.

Just when the soldiers scattered to inquire about the news.

A settlement three kilometers south of the county seat.

This is where the actual control of the small county town of Kalumba resides.

Many people with guns stood guard around the station.

A luxurious snow-white masonry house sits in the middle, in stark contrast to the mud and thatched houses elsewhere.

In the huge basement, Karumba was drinking with a few of his confidants, drinking small wine, holding a 'beautiful woman', watching the performances everyone loved, and from time to time, he personally appeared on the stage and 'danced' to the music together.

Just then, his butler came in.

The scene inside he has long been surprised.

"Chief, a strange thing happened on the way from South Kivu Province at noon today." The housekeeper said quickly.

"What a strange thing." The thirty-nine-year-old Karumba said indifferently, smoking a cigar.

"Those who collected tolls from outsiders are dead, and there are no witnesses. It seems that it was done by a group of people." The housekeeper whispered.

Karumba became even less interested after hearing this, and said, "It's not ours anyway. If you die, you will die, and someone will replace them soon." These are some local gangsters or gamblers who came from other provinces to extort blackmail. People, collect tolls, and sometimes kill people. He looks down on such people, and if they die, they will die.

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

Karumba's eyes lit up, "Oh? It's really fast. It's much better than the American people. We must hit him well at that time. The Chinese are easy to bully, hehe." My heart blossomed with joy.

"Yeah, I'm sure I can make a lot of money this time, and it's a long-term business. I'll take their equipment over then." The housekeeper was also a little excited, waiting for some soup.

"Idiot, what will you do if you grab it? If you can, who will you sell the mined ore to? We only need the money." Karumba patted the butler's head. This IQ, if not for relatives, would have been thrown out by him long ago.

"Yes, yes, the leader is right." The housekeeper nodded quickly and bowed.

"Well, you go down first." Karumba waved the housekeeper to go out, a glint of pride 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 distributed to several deputy leaders.

This time, there is a Chinese boss who is not afraid of death. He must ask for a little more. When the time comes, he will lie about the price of the protection fee and take the big money himself. Although he really wants to kill the other deputy leaders, he does not dare.

Their power is formed by the alliance of some local tribes, which is to fight against the alliance of other tribes. It is only because their tribe is the strongest, has a large population, and has a few gem mines under him, so he can become the leader.

It is not to kill other deputy leaders to become king and dominate.

. . .

After an afternoon of investigation, you have already mastered the local power structure, and you have already mastered the structure of the local forces, and you have chosen the 'superior' person for this mission, a scum like Karumba, who has done a lot of evil and was simply abandoned.

As for the other deputy leaders, the second leader is relatively close to the 'justice' side, and is considered to be the best among the deputy leaders. Even if there is something that has not been investigated, it is nothing. These are all wheat, and they are not forces directly under Tang Qing. There is no need to be too particular about it.

As scheduled.

Each chose a target.

Ready to start in the morning.

twelve o'clock in the evening.

The residence of the second chief, Martin Bahati.

His resident and Karumba are naturally not together, but within their own tribes. Only Karumba is the leader, so he will live near the county seat, and usually only get together when there is something.

They are just a very loose alliance of interests.

This is a tribe located in the mountains, with a population of more than 6,000 people. It is a relatively large force. Martin Bahati is the son of the tribe's patriarch and the next patriarch. The place where he lives is naturally not bad. It's just not as "luxurious" as Karumba.

Martin Bahati lives a very regular life. He goes to bed after dinner and has no other hobbies. Although he has three wives, he is already forty-two years old, and he is not so interested. Sometimes he likes to sleep alone.

Soon, the biological clock made him fall asleep quickly.

In the jungle surrounding the Martin Bahati tribe.

A figure walked quickly through it.

By moonlight.

The soldier turned on the auxiliary system directly, and was taken over by Xiao Er forcibly. The main reason was to speed up the march and take a detour on the road, so the command room chose to let the soldier walk in a straight line, and the second level opened the hanging soldier, what jungle danger? , that's a joke.

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

Crouching in the grass, watching the peaceful tribe.

The soldier waited quietly.

Soldiers from other places were also in place one after another, waiting for orders.

. . .

early morning.

Martin Bahati's home.

He was sleeping soundly, unaware that a figure was standing beside the bed, looking at him.

Arrived at twelve o'clock.

"dong dong dong..."

Three knocks sounded in his room, like thunder, and Martin Bahatti was awakened instantly.

His sleep has always been relatively light, and he can be startled by a little sound. Maybe it is a habit he has developed in the jungle for so many years. It is very chaotic here. There are not only gangsters, but also wolves, tigers and leopards. know how to die.

Martin Bahati opened his eyes immediately.

The room was still dark, only a faint moonlight, and the sound of insects outside came in, as usual.

It seems to be his own voice again.

and many more.

Martin Bahatti suddenly sat up, turned his head to look at the figure standing beside the bed, his hair stood up in fright, and he almost had a heart attack.

"Who are you?" Martin Bahati exclaimed.

As he was talking, he quickly took out the gun under the pillow.

But the next second, before the gun was raised, he saw a flower in front of him, and the gun in his hand was taken away by the other party, and his fingers were pulled so hard that it hurt.

"Ah!" Martin Bachati cried out in pain, wondering why no one came to see him, when he suddenly remembered that he still has the habit of talking in his sleep, and often yelling at night, everyone is used to it . And every time I was woken up by my own voice. This symptom, even those doctors who have aided internationally, say it is extremely rare.

"Hello, Mr. Martin Bahati." In order to prevent him from yelling, the soldier pointed a gun at his head and greeted him.

Hearing this, Martin Bachati breathed a sigh of relief involuntarily. He didn't shoot directly. Conditional is better than no condition. Although the cold feeling on his forehead made his heart chill, many thoughts flashed through his mind, but he couldn't think of it. Whoever came out to offend, he has always been a good person and rarely makes enemies.

"Who are you and what is your purpose?" Martin Bahati asked calmly.

"Smart, I don't talk nonsense, it's very simple, I'll help you sit in the leader's position, you promise us some conditions." The soldier is still as straightforward as ever.

"Why should I trust you, and what are the conditions?" Martin Bahati asked with a frown.

"You have no other choice." The soldier answered nonchalantly.

Facing the threat of this person in front of him, thousands of thoughts flashed in Martin Bahatti's mind, and he kept thinking about who the other party sent and what he was going to do. Suddenly, his mind was not enough. But the temptation to be the leader is still great. Karumba controls the county seat and holds the greatest dividend right. The combined share of their deputy leaders is only a little more than Karumba.

And as the person in front of him said, he has no choice. Knowing these news, not agreeing is likely to be a dead word.

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

"We don't have much time. Your leader and his few heartfelt subordinates will no longer see the sun tomorrow. Can you settle the rest?" the soldier said.

"Hmph, do you think it's that simple, do I get the upper hand by killing the leader and his subordinates? You are too naive, he represents a tribe, and every deputy leader is at the level, their tribe is not something I can do. It's settled, if you plan to do so, I can only say that I can't do anything about it." Martin Bahati sneered. This plan, in his opinion, is simply brain-dead.

"We naturally thought of this, but what if you join the other deputy leaders?" The soldier then said slowly.

"You still looked for them?" Martin Bahati asked in surprise.

"Of course, you can't do it alone, so we found other deputy leaders, but the content of the conversation was different. You are the only person we think can be the leader." The soldier said.

Hearing this, Martin Bahati didn't know if he was happy or what, but he had to say that it felt good to be looked up to.

"But will they agree to join me?" Martin Bahati asked worriedly.

The soldier paused, and a faint smile emerged from the corner of his mouth.

"They have already agreed."

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