Africa.

Southern DRC.

A Toyota silver SUV was speeding down a potholed road, and instead of rainforest, it was a low bush, and from time to time some small animals would emerge from the bushes, but they were all so frightened that they quickly ran to the other side, and if they were unlucky, they could only be said to be providential.

There are very few vehicles on the road.

The roads that have fallen into disrepair have become complete gravel roads in many places.

Although this off-road vehicle drove fast.

But there's something faster than that.

"Tick tick ... Oh... Da Da Da ... ”

A Nissan pickup truck was 'whistling' and pressing its flute as it drove quickly past the off-road vehicle, and two 'middle two' black men with guns shooting at the sky stood on the back of the body.

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

Sometimes when they encountered a bumpy pit, the two were thrown directly over the carriage, and the two clung to the railing and exclaimed loudly, "playing".

There are five people sitting in the Toyota off-road, and the faces are all African, the muscles are very strong, and the clothes on the bodies are not tattered or miscellaneous, but uniform black suits and sunglasses.

This was Tang Qing's request before.

It is best for the fighters to wear sunglasses when performing combat missions, so as not to hang up in an emergency, and be treated as an alien invasion of the earth.

These are the five warriors who were sent to this country to deal with the mining tyrants.

The two fools knew at a glance that they had eaten flour and were on the rise, so the warriors ignored them at all, and if they dared to shoot at their cart, the warriors would let them know what hand speed was.

The fighters didn't take a plane, because there was no direct one, so it was better to drive yourself if you were to transfer flights.

It's just that the command room also overestimated the complexity of the traffic on the road, although the distance was dead, but the road conditions were simply maddening, plus there was a time when the bridge was blown up, and it could only take a long detour, and there were often robbers and road blockers, and finally it took a total of nearly 20 hours to cross Rwanda and the South Kivu provinces of the Democratic Republic of the Congo to reach the south of Maniema Province.

It's only two hours faster than an airplane.

That's it, there are still dozens of kilometers to go before the mission goal.

Just five minutes after the drag racer raced past.

The soldiers encountered the first trouble when they entered the province of Maniema, two pickup trucks were in the middle of the road, blocking the way of the two-lane road, one pickup truck just now, one seemed to have been waiting there for a long time, two gangsters stood in the back box of the two pickups, and now it was noon, under the dazzling sun, several gangsters were dark and a little reflective.

Obviously, they wanted to slaughter the fat sheep.

Although these warriors are also African faces, they don't have the slightest sense of belonging, they only know that after completing the task, all those who hinder Tang Qing's progress must be eliminated.

"Stop. ”

One of the Africans stood in front and shouted loudly with a loudspeaker, without the slightest fear on his face, and also considered that if the windows were closed, the people inside could not hear it, and he also held up a big handwritten sign with the word STOP, which was quite conspicuous, but the words were a little ugly.

They were just over fifty meters from the fighter's car.

But the soldiers didn't have the slightest interest in stopping and talking nonsense with these people, even normal people, who had seen so many road bullies and villains 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 a task.

There are no innocent people here, the ones who block the way of the soldiers are the enemy, not to mention that it is already too late, because the time promised with Tang Qing is exceeded, the entire mission is directly marked in red from the general task and listed as an urgent task, so it is so fast, anyone who wastes their time and has evil intentions must be quickly eliminated.

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

Roll down the window.

Just when the opposite side 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 gunfire rang out.

Three fighters shot together.

There are no missed shots.

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

Test the hand speed of the warriors.

That's looking for death.

"Sting. ”

The off-road vehicle turned a corner, rounded the two cars, and continued to drive towards the city in the distance, leaving two pickup trucks with no living people, as for the loot?

In this way, dozens of kilometers away, they encountered four bands of robbers who wanted to rob them, and they were all cleaned up like this, all of them were robbers with blood on their hands, and they were killed if they were killed.

And it doesn't matter if it's buried.

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 town, saying that it was a county, but it was small and pitiful, the size of a remote town in China, the infrastructure was extremely poor, most of the people still lived in the dense forests of the countryside, living a primitive life of hunting and gathering, and even many people would not go far in their lives, born here, died here.

Today is the day of the market, the street is very lively, all kinds of cries and sells one after another, especially fruits, cheap to death, talk about heaps of selling, because they don't even have scales.

Finding a random place to park the car, the soldiers changed into clean clothes and scattered around the place.

They need to know the basic information here, and they need to find a stronghold, and the teleportation node is already on the plane, and it is expected to arrive here tomorrow morning, so in order to catch up with the plan, they need to act tonight.

Pressed for time.

Just as the fighters spread out to find out the news.

A settlement three kilometers south of the county seat.

This is where the small county town actually controls Karumba.

A number of men with guns stood guard around the station.

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

In the huge basement, Karemba is drinking with a few of his henchmen, drinking wine, holding the 'beauty', watching everyone's favorite performances, and from time to time he himself goes on the stage and 'dances' to the music together.

Just then, his butler came in.

He was already familiar with the scene inside.

"Chief, something strange happened on the way from the South Kivu side at noon today. The butler said quickly.

"What a strange thing. Thirty-nine-year-old Calomba smoked a cigar and said disapprerovingly.

"The people who collected the toll from outsiders are dead, and there are no witnesses, so it seems that a group of people did it. The butler whispered.

Hearing this, Karumba became even less interested, and said, "It's not our people anyway, if they die, they will die, and soon someone will replace them." "These are some local gangsters or gamblers, who specialize in extorting people from other provinces, collecting tolls, and sometimes killing people.

"Yes. Chief, by the way, the Chinese boss is coming soon, and 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 stronger than those Mi people, when the time comes, we must knock him well, the Chinese are easy to bully, hehe." "My heart blossomed.

"Yes, I can definitely make a lot of money this time, it's still a long-term business, and when the time comes, I'll take their equipment over. The butler was also a little excited, waiting for some soup.

"Stupid, what are you going to do with it, will you use it, and even if you can use it, who will you sell the mined ore to? Karemba patted the butler on the head. This IQ, if it weren't for a relative, would have been thrown out by him a long time ago.

"Yes, yes, the chief is right. The butler nodded and hurriedly bowed.

"Well, you go down first. Karumba waved his hand to let the housekeeper out, a hint of pride flashed in his eyes, the conditions given by the Mi people were too low before, and there was no oil and water, because those Qian subordinates still had to give points to a few deputy leaders.

This time, there is a Chinese boss who is not afraid of death, he must ask for more, and when the time comes, he will lie about the price of the protection fee and take the lion's share, although he really wants to kill the other deputy leaders and swallow it alone, but he doesn't dare.

Their power is formed by the union of some local tribes, just to fight against the alliance of other tribes, but their tribe is the strongest, the population is large, and there are a few gem mines under his hands, so he can be the leader.

It's not like killing the other deputy leaders to claim the throne.

。。。

After an afternoon of investigation, the efficient warriors have mastered the local power structure, and selected the 'superior' of this mission, a scum like Karumba, who has done a lot of evil, and was directly abandoned.

Among the other deputy leaders, the second leader is relatively a bit of a bit on the 'justice' side, and it is the best among the deputy leaders. Even if there is anything that has not been investigated, it is nothing, these are all wheat, and they are not the forces directly under Tang Qing, so there is no need to pay too much attention to it.

According to the scheduled schedule.

Each of them has chosen a target.

Prepare to start executing in the early hours of the morning.

Twelve o'clock in the evening.

The station of the second chieftain, Martin Bahati.

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

They're just a very loose coalition of interests.

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

Martin Bahati lived a very regular life, he went to bed after eating, and he had no other hobbies, although he had three wives, but he was forty-two years old, and he didn't have so many interests, and sometimes he liked to sleep alone.

Soon, he quickly fell asleep.

In the jungle around the Martin Bahati tribe.

A figure scurried through it.

By the moonlight.

The warrior directly turned on the auxiliary system, and was semi-forcibly taken over by Xiao Er, mainly to speed up the march, and to take a detour on the main road, so the command room chose to let the warrior walk in a straight line, and the second level opened the hanging warrior, 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.

Squatting in the grass and watching the tranquil tribe.

The warrior waited quietly.

Fighters from other places are also in place one after another, waiting for orders.

。。。

Morning.

Martin Bahati's home.

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

Twelve o'clock arrived.

"Knock knock... ”

The sound of three knocks sounded in his room, like thunder, and Martin Bahati was instantly awakened.

His sleep has always been relatively shallow, and he can be startled by a little sound, maybe it is a habit developed in the jungle for so many years, but it is very chaotic here, not only bandits, but also jackals, tigers and leopards, if you are not careful, you don't know how to die.

Martin Bahati immediately opened his eyes.

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

It seems to be a self-made voice again.

Wait a minute.

Martin Bahati sat up suddenly, turned his head to look at the figure standing beside the bed, and his hair stood on end in horror, almost having a heart attack.

"Who are you?" said Martin Bahati.

As he spoke, he quickly pulled out the gun under his pillow.

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

"Ah!" cried Martin Bahati in pain, wondering why no one had come to see him, when he suddenly remembered that he still had a habit of talking in his sleep, and often yelling and screaming at night, and everyone was used to it. And every time I was woken up by my own voice. This symptom is extremely rare even for those doctors who provide international assistance.

"Hello, Mr. Martin Bahati. In order to prevent him from screaming again, the warrior directly pointed a gun to his head and greeted him.

Hearing this, Martin Bahati unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't shoot directly, it's better to have conditions than no conditions, although the cold feeling on his head made him feel cold, and a lot of thoughts flashed in his mind, but he couldn't think of who he offended, he has always been a good person, and he rarely made enemies.

"Who are you and what is your purpose. Martin Bahati asked with forced composure.

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

"Why should I trust you, and what conditions do I have?" asked Martin Bahati, frowning.

"You don't have a choice. The warrior replied to the question.

Faced with the threat of the man in front of him, Martin Bahati's heart flashed through a thousand thoughts, constantly thinking about who sent the other party and what he was going to do, and his brain was suddenly insufficient. But the temptation to be the leader is still very great, Karumba controls the county seat, and also holds the largest right to dividends, and the combined share of their several 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, if he doesn't agree, it will probably be a dead word.

"What are you going to do?" said Martin Bahati with a serious expression.

"We don't have much time, your leader and a few of his heartfelt men won't see the sun tomorrow, can you settle the rest?" said the warrior.

"Hmph, do you think it's that simple, kill the leader and a few of his subordinates and I can get into the position? You are too naïve, he represents a tribe, every deputy leader level, their tribe is not something I can settle, if you plan to do so, I can only say that I can't do anything. Martin Bahati sneered. This plan seemed to him to be simply brain-dead.

"We've thought of that, but what if you join the other lieutenants?" the warrior continued.

"You're looking for them?" Martin Bahati was surprised.

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

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

"But will they agree to join forces with me? Martin Bahati was a little worried.

The warrior paused, a faint smile leaking from the corners of his mouth.

"They, they've agreed. ”

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