The dozens of squatting miscellaneous people panicked at this time, more frightened than when they were killed by a rifle just now, and had a few conditioned reflexes to stand up and want to escape, but they were directly hit in the leg by the bullet from the pistol in the hands of the contractor on the side, and fell to the ground and howled!

No one had any pity on them, not including the first group of contractors to arrive here.

When they arrived, they did not see these beasts killing, but in a corner of the wholesale market, in an area fenced with barbed wire, there were more than a dozen poor Tutsi women who were poorly dressed and even naked.

Some of the women are still inside, and they will not be allowed to leave until the city is a little more stable, and then they will have to find clothes for them.

Going out naked?

That's not a big deal.

Falling to the ground and howling miserably, no one paid attention to these, the contractors' pistols were filled with empty bullets, and if they were not treated, they would wait to bleed slowly and die!

Kicking someone to death with one kick, Guan Xingquan took off the anti-fragmentation eye on the bridge of his nose like no one, and handed the AKM in his hand to a contractor next to him.

Glancing coldly at the brutes, he noticed that several of them unconsciously looked at one of them who was squatting in the middle.

Most of the Hutu butchers were quite thin, but the man looked quite burly, and he was conspicuous when he squatted there.

With a finger of his hand, two contractors immediately stepped forward and dragged the man out, dragged him in front of Guan Xingquan, kicked the guy in the crook of the leg, forced him to kneel, and pressed his shoulders to make him unable to move.

"Yam, look, is this the same George Lutaganda?"

Squatting on the ground, the driver who immediately stared at the driver who was a guest translator next to Zhanguan Xingquan with fierce eyes, scolded viciously.

In Rwanda, Guan Xingquan and others did not move, but they already understood that this guy knew French.

Without a translator, you can probably guess what this miscellaneous is scolding.

A contractor directly strangled the guy with a rope, otherwise it would be too noisy.

Yam Kabarley's face was a little ugly, but he was not too afraid, because Guan Xingquan had promised him a long time ago that he would take his family to immigrate to the United States when he left in a few days.

"Yes, Mr. Kwan, he is George Lutaganda. ”

Guan Xingquan nodded slightly, and said, "Thank you, you can go and sit in the armored car, it will be bloodier here later." ”

"No, Mr. Guan, this bastard threatens my whole family, and I'm more relieved to look here. ”

Guan Xingquan showed a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, when this man went out for the sake of his family, he often turned sheep into tigers!

"Just don't throw up later. ”

At this time, a contractor came in a pickup truck, took a large bag of clothes from the car, and sent it to the market.

Soon, a group of women trotted out, and a few of the bold ones took a few bricks scattered around the yard and smashed them on the heads of the squatting beasts.

At this point, it seems like a good idea to give these women pistols and let them kill these brutes one by one...

Actually, this is not a good idea at all, and making a movie is like that: not only can it be a waste of time, but it is not necessary to have to teach them how to shoot.

Moreover, there will be potential dangers in the indiscriminate flight of bullets, and in the future, people will even find trouble with the combined forces, saying something about massacring civilians or something.

The women were randomly given some Rwandan francs that they had previously searched from the market, and they were told to leave, after which the door was closed.

It's a nice place, the wholesale market is almost detached, and there are walls, so it won't be too ostentatious to do something more bloody.

Guan Xingquan still has a lot of things to do later today, and he doesn't have time to waste too much time here, so he hurriedly solves the problem.

George Lutaganda, who is ostensibly an import wholesaler, is actually the militia leader of Kigali City, and the mob affected by it is at least tens of thousands!

In the past two days, he and his subordinates have been killing people, and the number is difficult to count!

This is the headquarters of his organization, that's why there are so few people, and as for the ones outside, after throwing away the machetes and spears, you really can't tell who is a civilian and who is a thug, let alone for the contractors of the combined forces, the Rwandans look the same!

As long as the person confirms, Guan Xingquan said in Russian: "This one is left, and the others are all dragged to the warehouse and disposed of." ”

Those who could understand Russian rushed to the people, and the slow ones greeted directly with the butts of their guns, and more than 40 people rushed into the warehouse full of all kinds of liquor and continued to squat.

And then...

The sound of continuous fire from automatic rifles drowned out the screams, and the hearts of the contractors who carried out the orders were not much in their hearts.

They are all veterans who have participated in the war, not to mention that these miscellaneous pieces are animals, not people, and killing them is to eliminate harm for the people, and there is no feeling of killing prisoners.

Oh, they're militias, they don't qualify as prisoners of war, and the Geneva Conventions made by civilized people don't enjoy them.

Don't kill it, and then raise it for a few days and give it to the peacekeepers?

It seems that there is no death penalty, and it is a waste of resources to sentence life to life.

Strangled until George Lutaganda watched in horror as several contractors brought barrels of gasoline from a pickup truck and dumped them into the warehouse, smashing some of the liquor on the floor.

The Hutu haddock was dragged onto the armoured vehicle, trampled on the floor, and the vehicle drove out of the yard and closed the gate.

Before the convoy could move, a contractor standing on the roof of an armored vehicle threw an ordinary Soviet-made grenade through the fence into the open gate of the warehouse.

The convoy divided into two routes, one group headed to the south of the city, and the two armored vehicles in which Guan Xingquan was located went to the west of the city, and the destination was an orphanage.

Once there, George Lutagan was dragged out of the car and tied to a telephone pole.

The truck that blocked the gate and lit it was already on the side, and I don't know who managed to move it.

The corpse inside was still there, and it was starting to emit a foul smell.

Kwan Xingquan said to Georges Lutagan in French: "I heard that your people are here to kill the child, and I have received a commission of five francs from a child, and now is the time to honor part of it." ”

As he spoke, he took out his pistol, shot after shot, and fired very slowly, a total of seven shots.

The first six shots were all in George Lutagan's legs, and the seventh shot hit the killer in the abdomen, but it wasn't immediately fatal.

Seeing that this George Lutagan screamed inhumanely, Guan Xingquan said emotionlessly: "It turns out that you are also afraid of pain, don't worry, seven children, one person counts as one shot, but it doesn't count us."

One of my brothers said to take your head back, but I thought it would be too bloody, and the children might be scared when they saw it, so I cheapened you. ”

George Lutagan actually didn't understand what Guan Xingquan was saying, and he couldn't understand anything under the severe pain caused by such an injury.

Guan Xingquan didn't care about this, he paused for a moment, and said coldly: "Burn it!"