The fanatical maniac on the radio, who was still yelling hysterically, said that the mad announcer was calling out the home addresses and names of Tutsis like himself, urging the Hutu to exterminate them, some of whom Kabarre said was a government official and a few of whom were university professors.

The Hutu thugs were apparently well prepared, and the radio station even prepared a list of massacres in advance, which made everyone feel that the situation was even worse.

Such an incitement will surely lead to rivers of blood, mountains of corpses and a sea of blood!

Jiang Hongrong frowned, thought for a while, and said to Guan Xingquan: "Captain, you can't let this radio station continue to incite, otherwise the whole country will be a slaughterhouse." ”

"Blew it up?

It's simple, a laser-guided bomb, but you know it's not the time yet. If our planes come from Angola now, it will be trouble!

Our actions cannot escalate until the situation is completely out of control, and some of them can only be sacrificed in order to save more lives. I'll tell everyone later, you're all adults, and you're all warriors, and you all understand this, and that's the price!

Bear with me!"

This is why the chosen ones should obey orders and be hard-hearted.

At this time, Pavel felt that the atmosphere was a little depressing, so he said to Guan Xingquan: "Guan, now we can send a group of our reporters to the airport, just say that they heard that the president was shot down in transit, and they want to cover it on the spot, and they want to tell the world the bad news." ”

Guan Xingquan nodded, "Let them bring those fancy shirts of the Hutu militia." ”。

With this excuse, even if the Hutu government forces set up roadblocks along the way, the Western journalists would be able to pass safely.

Is it really to cover the assassination of the president?

If you don't have that effort, who cares about that, this is to let the reporters go out and come back with some footage of the chaos in the city, and it would be better if you could get some pictures of the massacre back.

The United Television Network and its media conglomerate are already hungry and thirsty, waiting for these "nutritious" news materials - even if the politicians and ordinary people in the West don't care what is happening in Africa, there are more bloody images, which is very good for the actions and image of their own companies.

Occupy the moral high ground, coupled with a tough fist, and that is invincible in the world!

The captains of each detachment went to appease and check on the situation of the team members, and passed the meeting

Nearly two hours later, two reporters with a slightly blue face returned to the hotel, and together with several team leaders who were inquiring about the news in the hotel lobby, they went to the living room of Guan Xingquan's suite.

The two bold reporters did not suffer much embarrassment along the way, and even when they ran into the first government roadblock not long after leaving the hotel, the government officer who set up the roadblock heard that they were going to cover the downing of the plane, and the officer had to send someone to accompany them, so as not to cause a misunderstanding on the way.

That Hutu officer is not stupid, Western media reported that "the president was attacked and killed by Tutsi rebels and cockroaches", which is a big drop of benefits and needs to be protected.

Fortunately, these two reporters have rich experience and made some preparations before departure: if the "leading party" of the government army gets into the car, then the two of them will take a picture halfway through!

The car prepared was compact, and the back seat was deliberately piled with boxes of various equipment, which could not fit people at all.

Seeing the cooperation of the government troops, they took out a few crumpled Rwandan francs from their pockets and stuffed them into the hands of the leader of the other side, hoping that the officer would send someone to help them drive to the airport again.

No problem, I wanted to take advantage of these Western journalists, and with the added money, three government soldiers got into a jeep and drove the road, and the reporter's car went all the way to the airport so smoothly.

The passage was smooth, but everything seen on the road was unbearable for the two most daring and experienced war correspondents!

The older reporter of the meeting introduced to the crowd: "On the way, we saw that many houses were burned, and some people were breaking into the homes of residents along the street, just burning, killing and looting!"

A total of 12 roadblocks were crossed, and all vehicles, except for army vehicles, were inspected by Hutu government forces and militia.

Just look at the ID card, if there is a Tutsi in the car, just pull it down and decapitate it with a machete, just like a group of wild beasts!

Some Hutu militias even put up whistles, and whenever they found a Tutsi trying to escape, as soon as the whistle was blown, the nearby Hutu militia rushed over with machetes and directly hacked the Tutsis to death.

The butcher's eyes no longer look like they are human, they look like they are possessed by evil spirits."

A spare professional-grade tape recorder was delivered to the crowd's suite, connected to the television, and a cassette tape was crammed in.

Because the picture that came out was carefully taken candidly, it wasn't even professional, and most of it was either shaking or had a problem with the angle, but the murderous shots in it were real!

Even very young children were hacked to death with knives!

The blood in everyone's brains is surging, those blacks who were hacked to death have no relatives and no reason for themselves, not even a race, but as long as they are a person with a little moral bottom line, they will be angered when they see these scenes!

After watching it for a while, Guan Xingquan pressed the exit button on the video recorder and put the only secretly filmed massacre video on the table.

did not return it directly to the reporter, but said to him: "Ask me to take the tape at 7 o'clock tomorrow morning, do you understand the company's rules?"

The reporter with a pale face nodded, he was dedicated, but he also had a wife and children, and he also understood that Mr. Guan pressed this tape recording atrocities overnight in order to save more people.

"Now go back to your room, have a drink, set the alarm, tomorrow you and your contemporaries will be busy. ”

The two reporters left, and the others remained silent.

Guan Xingquan glanced at the other people in the living room and said, "At 7 o'clock tomorrow morning, I want you to control the hotel and the shopping mall in the north as soon as possible according to the plan."

I will not stress how to set up the barricades and what to do if they are stopped by the beasts, but I have only one request: after half past seven in the morning, there will not be a single armed Hutu in the security zone.

If there is a problem with the UN peacekeeping forces, then let that Romeo come to me, and find Andre.

If the peacekeepers dare to force their way, drive these blue helmets out of the safe zone and back to their camp!

Now everyone goes back to rest, and I don't know when the next time I can sleep in a big bed with peace of mind. ”

Massacres are going on outside, and military contractors are sleeping?

It's sleeping, and tonight there's nothing to do except let the people on Long Island Manor know what's going on here, and the farm to the west that Andre is in charge of might have to deal with the Hutu thugs that appear.

Only when the massacres and genocide outside are completely confirmed, can we take action at that time.

At 7 a.m. on April 7, a group of armed men armed to the teeth suddenly appeared inside the hotel, catching ordinary residents and peacekeepers who had been anxiously waiting for news in the public area early in the morning.

The armed men wore rolled-up sleeves and had no rank, but had uniform armbands, which were unrecognizable to the rest of the hotel.

All wore combat helmets and high-grade body armor, and grenades were hung on the body armor.

The automatic weapons in their hands are all Soviet-style AKMs, and many of them also carry American-style precision shooting rifles, and some even carry bazookas.

Several UN peacekeepers approached them to inquire about the situation, but most of the armed men ignored them and walked out of the lobby, treating the peacekeepers as air.

The peacekeepers are at a loss for what to do, so they can only honestly turn their guns down in case of misunderstanding.

The armed men are almost all white, and they are not always as dangerous as the Hutu mob outside.

At this time, a white man in his fifties walked up and said in English to the leading lieutenant of the peacekeeping force: "Soldier, inform your Brigadier General Romeo that the property of this hotel has been sold to our employer, and now the security of the hotel and its surroundings is being taken over by the United Forces Security Company."

Don't understand?

You generals will understand. ”

Pavel spoke like a kind little old man next door.