As a respected veteran comrade, Wang Guozhong was the first to say, he said: "The communication is interrupted, and the embassy will definitely implement an emergency plan to contact us, but the situation in San Juan continues to deteriorate, and we have to actively help ourselves. ”

His suggestion was immediately unanimously agreed by everyone, and the official contact, the most suitable person was of course Captain Gu, and then brought a translator who could speak Portuguese, and immediately went to the Ministry of Medicine and Health.

In view of the chaos outside, Captain Gu looked at Liu Ziguang again and asked for his opinion: "Xiao Liu, do me a favor, escort us over, only you can shoot here." ”

Liu Ziguang smiled, understanding what Captain Gu meant, he could not only shoot, but kill, but to his surprise, the interpreter who could speak Portuguese turned out to be Mak Ka Hin.

"Dr. Mak was very good at Latin literature when he was at medical university." Gu Xiuying dispelled Liu Ziguang's doubts with one sentence.

The three of them went downstairs surrounded by the team members, and moved the big truck of the medical team, and the choice of the truck was Liu Ziguang's meaning, and the outside was smashing and looting, and if there was an emergency, the high-powered truck could directly hit it.

Seeing that they were going out, the hotel manager hurriedly came over to dissuade them, and he told everyone that it was chaotic outside, and the Wendu people had taken up arms to expel and kill the Caye people, which was a humanitarian disaster, and if they went out now, safety could not be guaranteed, and only staying in a hotel with more white people would be safe.

"But we can't sit still, thank you." Captain Gu still jumped into the truck without hesitation, Liu Ziguang stuffed the shotgun under the seat and drove it himself, this kind of large-displacement American GM truck has strong horsepower, and there is a sense of condescension in the cab, which is far from being comparable to off-road vehicles.

The truck drove out of the hotel and headed for the national government building in Western Sadama, and the scene was shocking, and the people who had lived and worked in peace and contentment in the past were now turned into thugs fighting in open flames, and countless black youths brandished wooden sticks, iron rods, and rubber tappers rushed into the streets, overturned cars, smashed shop windows, looted supplies, and beat up the Khaya people.

San Juan is the largest city in Western Sadamoa, nearly half of the population of the entire country lives in this city, and the group tribes are different, in the city of San Juan, the Wendu and Caye are mixed, the proportion of the population is basically the same, the two ethnic groups have been vendetta against each other since the distant colonial era, in the sixties and seventies, Western Sadamoa was also the forefront of the Cold War, and the two ethnic groups became the agents of the United States and the Soviet Union, and fought a full twenty years of civil war.

Under such historical conditions, it only takes one spark to rekindle ****, although I don't know why these Wendu people took to the streets, but what is certain is that they must have been supported by the Wendu military President Kuba, because when they killed people and set fires to do whatever they wanted, those soldiers and policemen sat aside and smoked.

Fortunately, the Wendu mob only targeted the shops owned by the Caye, and when they saw the three foreigners sitting in the truck, they did not bother them, but when they passed through the herringbone intersection, they were stopped by the police and extorted a few thousand pesos and returned to the road.

Finally came to the entrance of the national medical and health department, this is a European-style white house, with a yard and garden, surrounded by a circle of green shrubs outside, and the bright flag of Western Sadamoa is flying high on the roof, but there is no one at the door.

Liu Ziguang stopped the truck, looked around vigilantly, and only after confirming that it was safe did he let Captain Gu and Mak Jiaxuan get out of the car, he guarded the door with a gun, and asked them to go in and negotiate with the Minister of Health.

There are only three hospitals in this country, and there are only fifty licensed doctors, and the authority of the Minister of Health is not as good as that of the county health directors in China, but if you want to get help from the government, you must coordinate with Mr. Minister, Captain Gu took Mak Jiaxuan into the door of the Ministry of Health, and was about to knock on the door of the office, but saw a corpse lying on the grass in the courtyard, wearing an elegant beige short-sleeved shirt, white leather shoes, and a gun hole on the back of the head was gurgling blood.

Captain Gu walked over, squatted down to inspect the body, looked up and said calmly, "The minister is dead." ”

Mak Jiaxuan was shocked: "How can this be, he is a government minister." ”

"But he is also from the Caye tribe, he was shot in the back of the head, and he was obviously executed, I didn't expect this civil unrest to be so serious, it seems that our plan is going to change." Captain Gu sighed, not knowing if he was lamenting the minister's death or worrying about the future of the medical team.

"Then what should we do, we can't sit still, hurry up and find a way!" Mak Ka-hin was in a hurry.

"Calm down, I'm trying to figure it out." Captain Gu frowned and thought about it for a long time, then turned around and went out resolutely.

"Where to go?" Mak shouted after him.

"Go to the presidential palace and find President Kuba." Captain Gu said without looking back.

Mak Jiaxuan hesitated for a while, but still followed.

After getting on the truck, Liu Ziguang wondered: "So fast? ”

"The minister has been executed."

"Oh." Liu Ziguang didn't make a fuss, just responded lightly, moved the car and asked, "Where are you going now?" ”

"Go to the presidential palace to negotiate, even government officials can be executed, this country is already in chaos, we must leave immediately."

"Okay, you show the way." Liu Ziguang drove a truck all the way to the presidential palace, but was stopped by the army a block away from the presidential palace.

There were two Toyota pickup trucks parked on the street, with Soviet-style Deshka large-caliber machine guns in the compartments, and the soldiers were on standby, Captain Gu took Mai Jiaxuan down to negotiate, Liu Ziguang stayed in the car, and the trucks were ready to reverse and leave at any time without turning off.

In the distance is the former royal palace, now the presidential palace, with sandbags piled up at the gate, machine guns set up, and barbed wire on the wall, which seems to have entered a state of defense.

The soldiers on guard didn't speak Portuguese, and Mak Jiaxuan didn't speak the Wendu language, so they couldn't communicate at all, although Captain Gu showed his passport and documents, but these uneducated Qiu Ba didn't know how to read at all, and roughly pushed them aside.

Captain Gu had nothing to do, remembering that the group was turning, and suddenly a newspaper of today's floated over, she picked it up and looked at it, and asked Mak Jiaxuan: "Wheat, what news is it on?" ”

Mak Jiaxuan took the newspaper and read it, and said in surprise: "Oh no, the high priest of the Wendu clan was assassinated, and President Kuba was seriously injured, no wonder the situation suddenly deteriorated today." ”

There are very few people who believe in ** religion in Western Sadamoa, only a small number of white-collar workers in the city are ** disciples, and most of the people believe in primitive religion, and the status of the high priest of the Wendu tribe is equivalent to the spiritual leader of the people, and his assassination is even more shocking than the death of the king.

At this time, Captain Gu understood that the Xiguo government had messed up, and no one would care about the affairs of this medical team, so she jumped into the truck with a serious expression and said, "Go back." ”

"Not looking for the president?" Liu Ziguang asked while reversing.

"The president was seriously injured, and the high priest of the Wendu clan died, I think this is probably a conspiracy." Captain Gu said.

Liu Ziguang turned on the radio, and there was a roar from the speaker, someone was performing in the Wendu language, although he couldn't understand what was said, but he could clearly hear that the speaker was bewitching and inciting.

After turning off the radio, Liu Ziguang hit the steering wheel and drove towards the fork in the road, and Captain Gu asked him, "Where are you going?" ”

"Buy some food, I expect this disaster to get worse, and I need to be prepared."

When they drove to the door of San Juan's largest food store, even Liu Ziguang was stunned, and everything in the store was swept away, and the floor was full of empty baskets, rotten fruits, and spilled rice, and the owner and his whole family were hung on the hooks on which they usually wore meat.

A family of more than ten people, up to seventy or eighty years old, down to five or six years old, were all brutally killed, this tragic situation even Liu Ziguang couldn't stand it, and the little white couple like Mai Jiaxuan squatted in the back of the truck and vomited.

"Why? Why is this the case? Captain Gu's lips trembled, and his eyes flashed with anger.

"That's what ethnic vendetta is." Liu Ziguang said lightly, untied the rope, and put down the corpses one by one.

"But they are from the Wendu tribe, how can they even kill people from their own nationality?"

"Probably not." Liu Ziguang pointed to the shopkeeper's wife and said: "His wife should be from the Kaye tribe, and the thugs have more reason to kill this kind of traitor to the Wendu tribe, of course, in the final analysis, it is his wealth that is to blame." ”

Captain Gu was silent, got on the truck and stopped talking, Liu Ziguang was also silent, drove straight to the hotel, encountered several arson incidents on the road, he didn't stop, this is not a jungle, the other party is not a lone soldier, but hundreds of thugs, if you take a rash shot, you will not only not save people, but also harm yourself.

Suddenly, he braked sharply, then quickly reversed, and in the rearview mirror, a chubby white old man was running wildly with a black child in his arms, followed by a group of murderous Wendu thugs, machetes shining miserably white in the African sun.

Liu Ziguang jumped out of the car, picked up the shotgun and fired a shot into the sky, the rioters were shocked, but now he just fired a warning shot, and then rushed over with a roar, this time Liu Ziguang was no longer polite, and killed a guy who rushed to the front with a shot, while walking forward, he pushed the bullet to load it with a bang, and continued to shoot, the shotgun fan spread, and the rioters turned around and ran.

The old man was exhausted and fell down in front of Liu Ziguang, and the black child in his arms was crying, but he was only two or three years old.

"Mr. Wood, your shotguns are very powerful, these shots were fired for you, can you get your money back?" Liu Ziguang slowly loaded the gun with bullets, and said cold jokes that were not funny at all.

"Bruce. Liu, thank you, if you show up a second too late, I'll be chopped into minced meat by them. "George. Wood stretched out a hand and asked Liu Ziguang to pull him up.

Although the truck driver's seat is spacious, but it is also a little nervous to sit four people and a child, Liu Ziguang said to Mak Jiaxuan without hesitation: "You come down and sit in the car." ”

"Why am I in the carriage?" Mak Jiaxuan shouted unconvinced.

"Because you're not a driver, you're not a lady, you're not an old man or a toddler, if you don't want to get in the carriage then go back, those black guys will be happy to pop your!"

Mak Jiaxuan's face turned pale in shock by Liu Ziguang's unscrupulous intimidation, and he jumped out of the cab and climbed into the rear compartment without saying a word.