After Kwan handed over the hotel's housekeeping to the new general manager, Paul Luz Shabagina quickly got into the groove, and the first order was that the hundreds of employees in the hotel should do their jobs.

Most of the employees are Tutsi, who need to have a certain level of education to work here, and there are no extremists among the Hutu employees, and the general manager is in command.

And one thing is good for the hotel: most of the staff are not Kigali locals, and even if they are worried about their families, they can't leave to find their families unless they don't want to live!

Beyond the walls of the hotel is hell!

It's safe to be in a hotel, not to mention that this job is not easy to come by, and when you survive this period, life will be even more difficult, and these employees who are in the same hotel are unlikely to lose their jobs.

This is Rwanda, life and death first, survival second, and jobs are hard to find!

When Manager Paul arranged the work, the original Belgian General Manager was in a peacekeeping vehicle and arrived at a peacekeeping camp on Third Avenue: he could leave this damn place as soon as tomorrow and the day after tomorrow at the latest!

It's actually not far from the Miller-Collins Hotel, a distance of more than 600 meters, with a maximum of 500 meters in a straight line.

The distance was so close that neither the passengers nor the peacekeepers saw any corpses: this area was not a residential area, but was lined with government offices, shopping malls, hotels, and many foreign expatriates and embassies in Rwanda.

If it is not a residential area, then "no massacre", the current government is controlled by the Hutus, and today it will not allow those militias with machetes and spears to make trouble in this area.

Or maybe it's not that they won't be allowed to come, but they don't have time to come for the time being, and they are all cutting people in Tutsi gathering areas.

Before arriving at the camp, two pickup trucks and a jeep left the convoy, four in the bucket and four in the pickup truck, plus four people in the jeep, exactly 20 soldiers.

Three cars are parked in a zigzag shape in front of a gate with a three-story building, and a bright five-star red flag flutters on the flagpole on the roof of the building!

"I didn't expect Lao Tzu to have the opportunity to serve the country!"

Before smashing the door, Jiang Hongrong also tidied up his dress: a casual short shirt, and by the way, he used his five-claw magic skills to cut his hair.

Deliberately dressed like this, calling the door is a door craft, talking about technology.

It's really smashed, I have observed my embassy with a telescope from the roof of the hotel before, the straight-line distance is only more than 400 meters, the yard is quite big, and the people in the building are estimated to not hear if they don't smash.

There will be intermittent gunshots in the distance, and those who are not hiding in the building and wandering in the yard are either stupid or have a problem with their brains!

"Bang, bang, bang!" The big iron door smashed into a loud voice, and he tore his throat and shouted in Mandarin: "Open the door, open the door!"

Hey, open the door inside, we're Chinese!"

"Coming, coming! Where are you?"

Before the door opened, Jiang Hongrong heard a man's voice with a bit of Beijing flavor.

At this time, a guy who had served in the capital army for many years shouted loudly: "Xicheng Shichahai!"

A bite of Beijing films, just the right answer to the question.

I had a good relationship, and I thought that the home of the one outside was in Shichahai, so I opened the door.

In Rwanda, which is here at the meeting, the embassy has called this morning to inform all Chinese nationals in Kigali and in various overseas offices and companies to take refuge in the embassy.

There will be a Mandarin with a southern accent outside the door, and the other person is a Beijing film, who will think about it too much, and even take a look at it from the cat's eye.

There are Africans who can speak Mandarin, but in Rwanda, there is no one who can speak either of these tones, let alone put together.

As soon as the small door on the gate opened, the one who opened the door was stupid!

As soon as Jiang Hongrong stretched out his hand and pushed, the man went in, and the first few brothers immediately followed.

"Hurry up and open the gates, we have cars to come in. ”

The door was opened by a man in his thirties, a little dumbfounded by the unreasonable crowds of armed men who rushed in.

Fortunately, although they all wear helmets and are more special forces than those special forces in the West, at least it can be seen that they are Chinese.

Excited, suddenly excited!

But "The motherland sent you?" Before he could exit, he hurriedly stopped: I haven't heard of it, the embassy has just contacted China, there is no such thing!

Besides, even if you send people so fast, even if you do it so fast, this dress is not like it!

No matter what the situation is outside, this phone is still working, which is amazing.

Seeing that this one was still a little flustered, Jiang Hongrong said: "We are all Chinese, open the door wide!"

The person who was quite good at talking just now instantly became murderous, and this one had to hand over the key.

At this time, several more men came out of the building, and the leader saw this scene from a distance and said loudly in French: "This is the Chinese Embassy in Rwanda, and according to the Vienna Convention on Diplomatic Relations, foreign armed personnel are not allowed to enter!"

Jiang Hongrong turned around and said, "You know, comrade, we are all Chinese, can't we go home?"

Several more stupid!

Ignoring the reactions of these comrades on the diplomatic front for the time being, he opened the gate, and three or two cars directly reversed into the compound, closed the door again, and let a pickup truck stand against the gate.

"Ah Feng, Wen Hu, the two of you are in charge of the gate for the time being. ”

Jiang Hongrong ordered.

"Yes, Captain. ”

Only then did Jiang Hongrong have the strength to face the comrades of the embassy.

A Chinese military salute, "the former deputy squad leader of the first company in the world of the Jinling Military Region." "Jiang Hongrong, the current international military contractor, has been ordered to lead a special team to protect the security of the embassy until the situation stabilizes or all embassy personnel are safely evacuated from Rwanda."

We are all Chinese military contractors, and we used to come out of the army, you can rest assured, we are our own people!

By the way, where's the ambassador?"

Jiang Hongrong's words made the people present have to digest it carefully, but this introduction made everyone understand at least one thing: everyone is a Chinese person, and they are their own people!

The leader said, "Hello, Comrade Jiang. Ambassador Huang was not there, and he returned to China for vacation a few days ago.

I am Counselor Lu Shudong, and I will preside over the specific affairs of the embassy for the time being.

I have a question, whose order are you under your orders?"

"We were hired by United Forces International Security & Defense, and we happened to be performing security at the Miller Collins Hotel on the north side.

On the orders of our boss and our operational commander, we came to protect the security of the Chinese Embassy.

Our boss is not at the front desk, so it is inconvenient to say who it is, but Counselor Lu should know that the commander of our trip is Mr. Kwan Xingquan, so that he can understand who our boss is.

By order of our commanders, we have temporarily separated ourselves from the joint forces and belong to free military contractors, and are no longer employees of the Americans.

If it's too ugly to understand as a free mercenary, you just treat us as ordinary armed militia.

Also, rest assured, as long as we are here, the embassy and you will be 100% safe!"