Lutulu's escort drove along a bumpy dirt road.

Because of the uneven road, the carriage will bump from time to time, and it is uncomfortable to sit in the carriage without any shock-absorbing effect at all, and it is uncomfortable to be thrown up and down like this, and the feeling can almost throw people out of the overnight meal.

Inside the carriage, there were a total of four soldiers guarding Lutulu. There were two men beside Lutulu, two soldiers armed with pump-action shotguns, sitting in a precarious position; Opposite Lutulu sat two soldiers, each holding an AK-47 automatic rifle.

Lutulu secretly leaked important information to rebel forces, resulting in numerous attacks on the peacekeeping medical force, causing human and financial losses, which could have justified Lutulu in prison for life, or even the death penalty.

However, Luturu, who was sitting in the carriage, did not seem to be worried about what he had to face, and Luturu leaned back in the carriage with his eyes slightly closed.

When the escort car turned an intersection, the soldier driving the escort car suddenly braked and stopped the car.

The soldier sitting in the co-pilot asked with some confusion: "What's the matter?" ”

The soldier driving the escort car suddenly pulled out a pistol from under his seat and aimed it at the soldier in the passenger seat, which was a shot.

Phew!

The bullet pierced the head of the soldier in the passenger seat, and the plasma splattered on the door glass, making it red.

The sudden sound of gunfire from the cab made the faces of several people sitting in the carriage change. Lu Tulu, who had his eyes slightly closed, suddenly opened his eyes at this time and glanced at the two soldiers sitting opposite him, and the two soldiers sitting opposite Lu Tulu immediately picked up their AK-47 automatic rifles and pulled the trigger on the two soldiers sitting next to Lu Tulu.

Dada......

Puff puff puff......

The bullet pierced the bodies of the two soldiers, leaving several bullet holes in the carriage, and blood flew from the bodies of the two soldiers and splattered Luturu's face. Luturu apparently didn't mind the blood splashed on his face, and even showed his white teeth at the two soldiers sitting across from him.

One of the soldiers took out the key to the handcuffs and untied the handcuffs that were on Lutulu's wrists.

"Captain!" The soldier saluted Luturu and said.

Luturu picked up the shotgun, which had fallen to the ground by one of the soldiers next to him, and said to the two soldiers, "Good job. ”

The jeep in front of the escort car also stopped at this time, and the major, who was sitting in the passenger seat of the jeep, immediately pushed the door and got out of the car, pulled out his pistol, and walked towards the escort car; The soldier in the driver's seat also got out of the car and followed behind the major with a pistol; However, the pistol in the soldier's hand was not aimed at the driver in the escort car, but at the back of the major's head.

Phew!

The soldier, who was following the major, pulled the trigger on the back of the major's head. The bullet penetrated through the back of the major's head, and after completely wrangling the brain, it pierced through the position of the major's forehead, leaving a dark red bullet hole in the forehead, and blood plasma came out of the bullet hole one by one, and soon flowed all over his face, and the major swallowed his breath without even having a chance to think.

The driver in the escort car pushed the car door, jumped out of the car, opened the car door with the key from the side of the car door, and saluted Lu Tulu in the car: "Captain! ”

"Yes, you're all doing a good job!"

Lutulu jumped out of the escort car with a shotgun and walked towards the jeep parked in front of the escort car. As he passed by the Major's body, Luturu aimed his shotgun, a shotgun, at the bloody back of the Major's head.

Tong!

The shotgun-bullet smashed the entire back of the Major's head, and a gray-white brain splattered onto Luturu's boots. Lutulu shook his feet, shook off the things that were stained on his military boots, and a sneer curled up at the corner of his mouth, and said, "You want to arrest me?" Let's go in the next life! ”

Luturu opened the passenger door of the jeep and sat inside, and the other four soldiers got into the jeep in turn, started the jeep and left the scene.

……

A small city in the southwest of the Democratic Republic of the Congo.

It is only 30 kilometers from Kinshasa, the capital of the Democratic Republic of the Congo, and it is arguably the most chaotic place in the whole of the DRC.

Rebels, ruffians, and prostitutes all roam here. Local time, at nine p.m., at a local nightclub.

It's the biggest and most luxurious nightclub in the city, and if you have the money, you'll find plenty of fun in this nightclub. Drugs and women are not rare in this nightclub, and the transactions are above board, without any cover-up, just like ordinary and legitimate transactions. However, it is necessary to use condoms and take protective measures to play with women here, otherwise you will be beaten by the bodyguards of the nightclub and thrown into the dirty, foul-smelling street behind the nightclub.

In some private rooms of nightclubs, there are even local rebels who directly take uncut diamonds and trade arms with arms dealers, and their transactions are also blatant.

Even now that the DRC is facing an unprecedented threat of malaria and the whole country is in chaos, it has not affected the nightclub's business. For those arms dealers and rebels, they are not afraid of chaos in the DRC, and they even think that the situation is not chaotic enough, and the more chaotic the situation, the more opportunities they have to reap the benefits.

In the lobby of the nightclub, DJs play deafening music, which in a sense is no longer music, but noise. On the stage in the center of the hall, there were several steel pipes, and several dancers wearing only bikinis were twisting their bodies around the steel pipes, and from time to time they made a few provocative movements, which immediately attracted the whistles of the men in the audience.

The lights at the top of the hall changed their colors, but they were dimmed by the ******-smelling smoke from the hall.

In a corner next to the stage, a black man took out a plastic pouch, picked out some white powder from it with his fingernails, put it on the paper, pressed his left nostril with one hand, and then sucked it hard with his right nostril, sucking all the powder on the paper into his nose.

The drugs that had been inhaled into the black man's body soon had an effect on him, and he felt as if he was stepping on a cloud, a little fluttering, and the picture he saw in front of him began to become a little distorted.