Chapter 300 Bantu Capital

The guest invited Lin An to board his boat, which turned out to be his private yacht.

The guest modestly introduced himself as David O'Connor, from Kiwi. He came into contact with "Pentecostalism" in college. After graduation, he felt that his family was too boring, so he came to South Africa to promote the sect.

Pentecostalism is one of the Protestant religions, sometimes called Oneness or Modal Theism.

The doctrine believes that there is only one God, without distinction of person, but manifests himself in many ways, including the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit.

In this way, believers can concentrate on learning the core doctrines of the Savior Church without having to understand the history and knowledge about saints, popes, gospels, etc.

In addition, Pentecostalism has another obvious feature, that is, "speaking in tongues is the evidence of baptism in the Spirit."

They believe that scriptures are not limited to Latin or Hebrew, but can be any language in the world, even dialects without written text.

Even though Pentecostalism is a new sect that started in the 19th century, it has spread in many non-Western countries by virtue of its approachability.

The full name of the South African Pentecostal Church is "World Pentecostal Holy Grace Organization", a charitable foundation invested by a group of wealthy people from Kangaroo Country and Kiwi Country across the ocean.

Compared with preaching or baptism, the pastors' daily work is mainly to distribute supplies, food and clothes, help local people fight for their rights, negotiate with unreasonable warlords or governments, and sometimes provide shelter, but will not participate in armed conflicts.

On the way to the deck, Lin An passed by some sailors. These people had black, totemic lines painted on their faces, their skin was scorched, and they raised their eyebrows with interest.

Maori.

David scratched his head when he noticed his gaze.

"They are good at dealing with the sea, so my father asked them to be my bodyguards, but I think they are brothers."

"Your family seems to be very rich." Lin An said casually, "What do you do in Kiwi Country?"

"Real estate development." David waved his hands repeatedly, "Not much, only about 50 million dollars in pocket money a year."

Good guy, I met a stupid son of a landlord halfway.

Lin An got David's email address and planned to contact him after returning to reality.

David said excitedly: "Why are you going to Kinshasa? You don't have any goods to trade with you - are you going there to visit relatives?"

"To see the president." Lin An said bluntly.

"What do you want to do with him?"

"This is a test..."

David in the time fragment is not a complete personality. He followed Lin An's words and said: "Be careful, Tshisekedi Kumasi is a willful giant baby. He is tyrannical by nature and loves to show off, which has led to many social injustices."

"My heart and my actions are as clear as a mirror, and everything I do is just?"

"That's right, that's it!" David slapped his thigh, "Not only because he persecuted Pentecostal believers, but also because of the facts recognized by various international organizations."

"Has no one ever boycotted it?"

"Tshisekedi is a master of giving red envelopes. I have a friend who is a reporter. When she was interviewing, she always The president gave her an extra white envelope. 'This is for your travel expenses. 'The president said, and inside it were ten hundred-dollar bills. ”

"Another lawyer friend who deals with him regularly told me that Tshisekedi has a booklet with names, and next to each name there is a series of arrows, grids and asterisks, which is a salary sheet where he records his gray income. ”

"If the people on the list do their job well, the president will give you a salary increase of several thousand dollars; if you do not perform well, you will go bankrupt. This way he has more room to rule, weakens the function of the system, and makes officials directly dependent on the president himself. ”

Lin An listened to David's analysis.

In addition to managing the country, this booklet may also record some information about the [Seven Sins Lord].

"What's more," David changed the subject, "Tshisekedi has a good reputation in the public opinion of Western Continent, Southern Central Continent and Northern Southern Continent! Although we know on the other side of the ocean that his only merits are that he is not interested in women and is very loyal to his wife."

These three places are the turf of [Black City], and its membership system has a great influence.

"My suggestion is, don't go to the president, just pack your bags and go back to Kigani with me."

David threw out an olive branch, and Lin An smiled without saying anything.

Three days later, the ship was moored on the bank of the Kuba River, parallel to a pile of rusty barges.

The boat and the shore were full of people, pushing and rubbing each other, shouting and yelling, the messy scene made people's ears buzz, the bright clothes and black skin formed a sharp contrast, just like a postmodernist oil painting.

Without saying goodbye to David, Lin An jumped off the boat silently.

There were many black car drivers parked at the port. When they saw Lin An coming, they greeted him enthusiastically in French and English. Some even spoke Chinese, with flattery on their faces.

Lin An got into a black car casually and said, "Drive to the Presidential Palace."

"Okay."

Sitting in the back seat with a strong smell of smoke, he watched the scenery of the Bantu capital pass by outside the window.

Kinshasa is the third largest city in South Africa and one of the top 20 cities in the world, but its scenery looks like an oversized village.

The city is crowded, chaotic, and violent. From the port to the city center is a shantytown full of garbage. Dense illegal buildings continue to expand eastward and southward, like bruises and abscesses on the skin of the earth.

There is no postal service or public transportation here, and everyone has to grow a pair of long legs like an athlete.

It was clearly daytime, and the streets were crowded with people without formal jobs, men, women, and children, carrying cassava flour or hawking aphrodisiacs, cigarettes, nail polish and other products along the bustling streets.

The few parks are occupied by vendors and missionaries during the day and become shelters for the homeless at night.

Garbage accumulates in open sewers and is piled haphazardly on the roadside, left to rot and mixed with animal feces, filling the air with a pungent smell.

The once "Beautiful City Kin la Belle" has turned into the "Garbage City Kin la Pouhelle" after more than a hundred years of war and division.

After driving for half an hour, everything around him became clean and tidy. The driver told Lin An that ahead were Ngaliema District and Gombe District, the city center of Kinshasa.

The rich raised a wall to encircle the two neighborhoods to protect this remaining privileged area and prevent the poor from the shantytowns from entering.

"No, look there."

The driver pointed to a thirty-meter-tall giant statue standing in front of him. He raised his fingers and looked towards the heights.

"That's the statue of our president." The driver introduced. "The meaning of this gesture is that he is majestically and kindly pointing out the route he has set for this country to the lost people, while his eyes are looking towards the dazzling ’s future.”

Lin An stuck his head out of the window and looked into the distance.

Under the huge statue, primary school students in blue and white uniforms were visiting and chatting, unaffected by the armed and ill-tempered Presidential Guards.

An amiable tour guide held a loudspeaker and chattered endlessly, seeming to be praising the president's profound righteousness.

Vaguely, Lin An heard the words "election" and "voting".

"There once stood King Leopold II, the Flemish king who held Bantu as private property for 23 years. The founding president tore it down and Tshisekedi built a statue of himself." The driver introduced.

"I see."

Lin An activated the [Golden Hunting Hen] in "Aladdin's Magic Lamp II: The Black Little Hen" as he spoke, thinking silently in his heart.

"Help me find the figure for the statue. Help me find Tshisekedi Kumasi."

The energy transformed into a strutting black little hen, which clucked, flapped its short wings and flew out of the black car, galloping forward on the flat boulevard.

"Boss, this road leads to the Presidential Palace. It is located behind the Capitol Building assisted by the Dragon Kingdom." The driver turned his head cheerfully, "I can't drive forward, otherwise I will be easily shot. A total of 200,000 Franc, how can I support people?"

There was no one in the back seat, and Lin An had already used the invisibility of [Ghost Deer] to escape.

The [Philosopher's Stone] rotated, and the air current lifted him up, following the direction of the black pullet through the rich area that was as gorgeous, leisurely, and bright as Beverly Hills, until a flat and spacious road appeared.

A private garden with arches comes into view, filled with delicate flowers and large palm trees.

Lin An heard the sounds of animals, especially the roar of tigers, coming from the president's private zoo.

A magnificent building rises from the ground, more gorgeous than the Lambridge Hotel, with the same neo-Romanesque decoration style as the pharmacy. It covers an area dozens of times larger than the latter, and not a single brick is used. There are cracks, but the condition is new.

Lin An swooped down and picked up the black pullet with both hands.

The presidential palace covers an area similar to the coverage area of ​​[God's One Eye], and Lin An quickly located a place emitting strong radiation.

Not surprisingly, this person is the "chief" of the "Four Living Gods" and the current Bantu President - Tshisekedi.

Lin An found a hidden corner of the half-arched window on the second floor and hid in it quietly.

"Mr. President, there is new news from Mbambuka. The group of terrorists who call themselves [World Tree] is quite difficult to deal with. Local officials are no match for them. We are requesting support from the capital army."

"I don't think we need to worry about these nonsense. The Lambridge Hotel is the private property of the Red Poppy Chamber of Commerce. The only problem is taxes, as long as they are willing to pay our 28 taxes."

"I remember it was 25, and three more were added?"

"I don't know. Anyway, I have to send someone to negotiate with these bandits who dominate the mountain."

In Lin An's field of vision, the legendary President Tshisekedi Kumasi walked up surrounded by a group of close followers.

Not as expected, the president has a well-proportioned figure, wearing a golden leopard print uniform, a belt, a sword, tasseled epaulettes, a white flat-top military cap, a pair of glasses, and a small mustache.

"No problem, I'll cover it."

He repeated the same words to each of his confidants, with a confident smile in the shape of a triangle, with the corners of his mouth always turned up, full of infectious energy.

Lin An stood on the side of the flower bed, watching his figure go away. When he was about to sneak into the presidential palace and look for the "booklet" David mentioned, he suddenly heard an unusual sound coming from somewhere.

"Wow..."

[God's One Eye] turned, Lin An looked at the black shadow behind a semi-elliptical window of the white building and disappeared.

He immediately entered the venting mode, but found no trace of the mysterious person.

Strangely, I clearly caught a trace of energy fluctuations from "Comes".

Is the president really the "war emperor"? And that thing was one of the puppets he made?

This doesn't bode well.

But the next moment, something even more ominous happened.

"Ta-ta-ta."

Footsteps were heard, and the Leopard President suddenly returned, and walked straight towards Lin An, with an exaggerated and unreal smile on his face.

Discovered...

Lin An's intuition told him that the president's abnormality might be related to the fleeting energy fluctuations just now.

Since there was no way to avoid it, he withdrew from [God's One Eye] and jumped down from the second-floor window.

"Hello."

Suddenly seeing such a stranger standing in his own garden, unlike the panicked confidants, the president was not nervous at all, but took the initiative to extend his hand to show his friendliness.

"Hello, thank you for your special visit, it's an honor to meet you. What's your name?"