Chapter 291 Leopard Print President

"Boom!"

The helicopter fell down, and a long black smoke streaked across the clear sky in the early morning.

When Lin An returned to the Lanbridge Hotel, Misulu had just finished a massacre.

Seeing Lin An, he smiled on his bloody face, and took the opportunity to strangle the throat of a regional head guard in his hand, wiped his hand on the animal skin around his waist, and came forward.

"You killed a few ordinary people who had no power to resist." Lin An glanced at the corpses that died with their eyes open.

"Kill the chicken to scare the monkey."

Misulu kicked a thin and tall man on the ground, who was the only surviving captive here.

"This is how the rain forest does things, punishing the loser with blood and fear to show its own strength. If possible, I don't mind eradicating the enemy."

Seeing that Lin An did not comment, Misulu wisely changed the subject.

"Lin, the raid went very smoothly. The battlefield on Meyer's side has been settled. The Banshi troops have taken control of the security system of this big hotel. Fu Bin is negotiating with the remaining staff, and Edward is trying his best to block all the news."

Very good, he is worthy of being called the "War Emperor". Lin An thought.

The first time he came to Mbambuka, the Banshi tribe brought about two hundred people, all of whom were the tribesmen who followed Lin An at the beginning, and were considered his "confidants".

The temporary ministers of the six major departments came out in full force, excluding the rangers Misulu and Meyer, among whom there were a total of five mysterious people.

After a month of intensive special training by the five instructors, the Banshi troops can only be regarded as "taking shape".

Lin An listened to Edward's follow-up report while watching the battle. The reporter told him tactfully: the matching mechanism is excellent, the opponent is very weak, and they are even weaker. If it weren't for the mystery, they would have been beaten to a pulp by this group of mercenaries.

Lin An was not surprised by this. If they are weak, they should practice more. Whose troops can go to the battlefield after training for a month.

In the future, he plans to divide these soldiers and mysterious people into two non-interfering systems, ordinary people fighting with ordinary people, and mysterious people focusing on fighting among mysterious people.

If the two are mixed together, it is hard to guarantee that some mysterious people will not collapse and fall into madness, and the pollution level will increase and cause mutations, which will bring irreparable losses to Lin An.

"What are the casualties?" He continued to ask Misulu.

"Wait a minute, I'll ask Ding Ganga."

In the puzzled eyes of the tall and thin man on the ground, Misulu made a strange movement with one finger.

He first brushed it across his eye sockets, stopped at the center of his eyebrows, and then went all the way down to his chest.

Ordinary people do not have the radiation of "Comos" and cannot see the flow of energy, so Lin An's vision is very different.

Following the direction of Misulu's finger, a thick white circle crossed his eye sockets, a red spot appeared on his forehead, and wide yellow stripes were drawn on his cheeks, and red, white or yellow bands extended down along his arms.

As he performed the mystical art, the ornaments of softened skins of wild animals, bird feathers, dried fibers and leaves, leopard, crocodile and mouse teeth around his waist rustled without wind.

This wild appearance was intended to create an effect that frightened ghosts and living people, namely "kimbulua" in Bantu.

Immediately, the visible knot nkondi that tied the invisible skein of time and space relations together appeared, and its end was connected to Misulu's lips.

He uttered a "nomo" that ordinary people could not learn, and the syllables followed the image of the cumulative proxy indicator to the front of the visible knot, where a perceptive yellow ghost appeared.

The ghost opened his mouth, Misulu listened attentively, nodded, and said to Lin An.

"There are 3 dead and 158 injured, 23 of them seriously injured. Lin, you may need to use the Philosopher's Stone to save them."

"Okay, I'll go in a while."

Misulu recounted the situation of the raid through Dingganga, but the ghost's intelligence was too trivial, so Lin An decided to let Meyer sort it out later.

In the past, the civil service department was responsible for sorting out the reports every time, and it was time for her to master the work of writing reports.

Looking at Dingganga who was talking fluently with Misulu, Lin An thought of the "uninvited guest" who ran to live in her mind.

Since the death of the countess, most of the ghosts disappeared with the carpenter. The guy who stayed behind called himself Zai, but Lin An knew that he was the priest of "Stanislas Vabracombe".

Seemingly aware of Lin An's disgust, the priest hardly spoke.

"Why can't you help me collect battlefield intelligence like the yellow ghost of Enkitas?" Lin An took the initiative to talk.

"Lin, who are you talking to?" Misulu was a little confused.

"Zai." Lin An half answered and half called again, "Why don't you say anything?"

"The 'dreamer' who left without saying goodbye? Is he nearby?"

Misulu and Zai had some friendship, but the latter didn't get along with everyone, so no one cared about his whereabouts and thought he left on his own after the war.

Lin An couldn't explain, he didn't know how to describe Zai's condition.

He said he was dead, but not completely dead; he said he was alive, but not alive.

"Down below."

The pastor's flat voice sounded, and it was transmitted to Lin An's auditory nerves through the soles of his feet.

"Come downstairs to find me, forest ranger."

"Downstairs?"

Hearing Lin An's mumbling, the silent tall and thin man volunteered to speak in French.

"Sir, do you need a guide?"

Seeing this, Misulu explained to Lin An: "He is the prisoner I just captured. He looks like a leader. The other soldiers obey his orders and call him 'General'."

"General?" Lin An looked at the man.

"I am Okonkwo Tarin Forlosta, you can call me 'Le Chat Noir'."

"Who gave you the name of the Pigeon Country Paris Nightclub?" Lin An laughed dumbly, "Okonkwo, are you the 'General' of the [Red Poppy Chamber of Commerce]?"

"No, no, no, I'm just a mercenary." Black Cat said, "If you pay, I'm happy to serve you, after all, my employer has--" He pointed his mouth in the direction of the helicopter crash, "turned into a barbecue can."

"Ha!" Misulu laughed strangely.

"You won't regret hiring me." Black Cat's eyes flashed, "Salary... uh, let's talk about it later, I'll take you downstairs first."

In Misulu's death gaze, he swallowed the second half of the sentence, and the three of them walked down the small stairs to the room.

The Lambridge Hotel has five floors. The top floor is a business office, which is only used by the Red Poppy Chamber of Commerce. The next floor is a functional room. There are about ninety rooms in the middle two floors, which are usually open to the public and occasionally receive partners of the Chamber of Commerce.

According to Black Cat, the Lambridge Hotel was invested and built by the Red Poppy Chamber of Commerce more than 30 years ago.

With the continuous renovation of successive regional managers, this once desolate and quiet mountain hut has become a pillar of shame that witnesses the Chamber of Commerce's extravagance.

The front yard of the hotel is a Western-style garden, and the backyard has a Zhongzhou-style garden. The koi airlifted from the Sakura Country swims in the pond covering an area of ​​more than ten square meters, and the banana trees next to it add a nondescript color.

Entering the office connected to the rooftop, Lin An's eyes suddenly opened up.

This house is bright and clean, with good lighting. The wine-red pure wool carpet and curtains are from Ajitina. The matching tables, chairs and furniture are made of logs, which are classical and convenient.

Although the expensive ornaments, paintings and decorations were taken away by the person in charge who ran away, this office was enough to make Lin An overjoyed.

It was the right choice to leave the rainforest.

Even for his mental state, he couldn't stay in the humid, hot, "pure natural" tribe and live a primitive life.

Modern society is still suitable for me.

Especially when he saw the coffee machine in the cupboard, Lin An almost shed tears of reunion after a long separation.

Family!

God knows how much he has been uncomfortable with the climate in the past month!

And Misulu seemed at a loss, holding his arms tightly to his sides, fearing that his soul would be swallowed by these glittering "monsters" if he was not careful.

Everything made him feel strange and afraid.

When Lin An turned on the projector with a "beep", the sudden flashing light scared Misulu so much that he almost bent his bow and drew his arrow.

"Someone is attacking! Lin, someone is aiming at us remotely!"

"Don't worry, this is not mysticism." Lin An raised the remote control and signaled him to put down his weapon, "but modern technology."

"It's always right to be on guard."

Misulu made a gesture vigilantly, his lips moved, and the red Majira was ready to go, tightly protecting the two of them, and Lin An let him go.

The blue screen was loaded and various options appeared.

"Which one do you want to press?"

Zai just explained the location of the remote control and projector to Lin An, and now he began to instruct him on the next move.

"Red button."

"What do you want to do?" Lin An put his finger on the remote control and said indifferently.

"Forest Ranger, you asked a question before-am I from Bantu's 'family'." Zai sighed slightly, "My answer is: Yes. And the person who is about to appear on the big screen was once one of us."

Bantu really has a regional mystic family. Lin An's thoughts were flying, and he couldn't help his overflowing curiosity. He operated the remote control according to Zai's guidance.

With the sound of "crackling", the light of the projector illuminated a video.

"Clap! Clap!"

The clapping sound startled Misulu again. Seeing that Lin An was indifferent, he could only silently endure the discomfort and frowned as he looked at the colorful picture.

The scene of the welcoming avenue appeared, and the atmosphere was particularly festive.

Under the scorching sun at noon, thousands of civilians gathered on both sides of the road. They were wearing T-shirts with real people's portraits, welcoming a magnificent business convoy.

The convoy drove forward, and the camera switched to the end of the avenue.

Lin An saw 22 people wearing heavy red robes and leopard skins stood up. They were in high positions, but they respectfully swore allegiance to the convoy.

On the podium behind this group of people, sat another group of Nanzhou people that Lin An did not know. The men wore expensive watches and the women carried brand-name bags that Lin An had only seen in luxury goods counters. They were all wealthy and smiling.

When a man opened the car door and walked up, the group walked over to the podium one by one and hugged him.

This man was wearing a neat green military uniform, and his way of speaking and personal style were high-profile and exaggerated, with a kind of innate condescendingness. He was a striking figure.

Suddenly, a sharp and piercing shout broke the solemn celebration: "Chief! You abandoned your faith! You betrayed us!"

The man in the middle of the podium looked the same, with a smile on his face. A team of fully armed soldiers rushed up, dragged the guy who sang the opposite tune down and beat him severely, and the people on both sides of the road also cheered.

"Get out of Bantu!"

"Go to Togo!"

"Go! Go! Go!"

Seeing this scene, anyone with a discerning eye knew the identity of the person surrounded in the center.

The current president of Bantu, Tshisekedi Kumasi.

Lin An hesitated for a while and said a guess that was about to come out.

"Traitor?"

"Yes."

Combined with Zai's ambiguous attitude when he mentioned the noble family, the pastor's tragic death in the church, and the sentence "You abandoned your faith", Lin An's mouth twitched.

The president doesn't sound like a good person...

In the past, the noble families he met liked to stand behind the scenes and rarely intervened directly in the secular regime. There has never been a mysterious person at the head of state level.

Does this mean that if there is a conflict with President Bantu in the future, I am very likely to become a "rebel leader"?

It's really a headache.

I am obviously an ordinary law-abiding college student...

"Tshisekedi has an extraordinary arrogance. He has done what previous presidents have not done: controlling a large part of the country's territory while maintaining the support of the people."

The person in the projection seemed to have heard Zai's words and suddenly looked at the camera. Lin An suddenly met a pair of eyes that were empty and without any emotion.

"This is the image of him taking office as president in 2030."

"Why do you want to introduce this person to me?" Lin An asked with the last bit of luck.

"Ten years ago, Tshisekedi betrayed us and joined a behemoth - [Black City]."

Zai ruthlessly responded to his premonition.

"The Red Poppy Chamber of Commerce is just a member of theirs."

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The clouds passed by the narrow window of the plane. A well-mannered man with short light brown hair was reading a newspaper, with a poppy brooch pinned on his shirt.

"Bantu decided to amend 32 laws on foreign trade..."

Under the headline was a large photo of the president hugging his wife.

"Hey, hello." A discordant voice sounded from behind. The man was stunned and looked up in confusion.

This is his private plane, why would someone talk to him?

Seeing that ordinary face, the man suddenly felt like he was facing a great enemy. He wanted to put away the newspaper at hand, but was quickly held down by the man.

"Sometimes we have to give our colleagues appropriate care."

"You don't need to ask about my well-being." The man said coldly.

"Don't be so straightforward, 'Alfonso III'." The visitor showed an inexplicable smile, "I see that the president's forehead is black, and he is suspected of having a blood disaster... Use your star to see his fate, I'll pay for it."