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The barracks were built on the river beach, not very large, and they were improvised, there were no barracks, and some were just hundreds of thatched huts that were placed in a messy manner. In the open space in the center, thousands of soldiers in green uniforms were divided into more than a dozen camps and were practicing. Although they were all soldiers, almost all of them were teenagers, the oldest being no more than eighteen years old, and the youngest being only fourteen. Instead of steel guns, they were armed with wooden sticks.

On the west side of the camp there was a row of barracks, and the middle one was still a three-story building.

On the third floor, in a room facing the camp, a tall, burly colonel officer was talking to the outside world on a maritime satellite phone, looking very anxious and angry.

He was indeed a colonel, a colonel in Sierra Leone and a well-known local warlord.

"Johnson, whatever you do, you have to get the arms over in three days. Money, not a penny. If it can be delivered on time, I am willing to give 20% more. Remember, it's only three days. If the arms are not delivered after three days, they will not be used in the future. ”

"Colonel Morty, it's no problem at all, I'll send it over within three days." On the other end of the phone was a middle-aged man, speaking authentic American colloquialism.

"Damn it!"

The colonel was indeed furious, and couldn't help but curse after hanging up the phone.

His name is Morty, and although he is only a colonel, the highest-ranking army commander in Sierra Leone is only a major general, and the commander of the air force and navy is a brigadier general.

Although the rank was conferred by the Army Commander, Morty did not listen to the Army Commander. He was the king of the mountain and held over several diamond deposits in eastern Sierra Leone. Relying on the diamonds mined, Morty recruited troops and became one of the most powerful warlords in Sierra Leone. This dominance has been going on for decades, and Morty is not the first warlord, nor will he be the last. The warlord who previously controlled the area was Morty's boss, who was killed in a battle with government forces several years ago. Morty took up the banner, gathered his men, and repelled the encircled government forces, thus becoming the new warlord who occupied the area.

The scar on Morty's face was left at the time, earning him the nickname "Scar Demon".

How long can this situation last?

Morty didn't know that even as a warlord who dominated one side, he had little hope for the future.

According to information received last week, government forces have organized a brigade of troops and are expected to launch an offensive in the next few days to seize the diamond mines in the eastern region.

Whether it is a war between warlords or a sweep launched by government forces, it is all for diamonds.

Although Sierra Leone is rich in minerals, including bauxite, red lazuli and iron place, rich in fisheries, and rich in precious timber such as mahogany and red ironwood, the most valuable thing in this country, also known as the "Republic of Lion Rock", is the stunning diamond.

It is also because of diamonds that this small country, which could have become rich and civilized by relying on resources, has been suffering in war for decades.

Morty has no shortage of soldiers, and there are thousands of recruited recruits in the barracks. What he lacked was weapons, especially firearms. The guy named Johnson was an arms dealer who had been trading Morty for a few years. If it weren't for the urgency, Morty wouldn't have urged him to ship the goods as soon as possible.

At this time, a whistle was heard outside.

Putting away the satellite phone, Morty called the black man who was guarding the door and went downstairs.

That guy can't be described as "strong" anymore, he is simply a giant. He is more than two meters tall, weighs at least two hundred kilograms, and is very strong, not much fat, but his thick arms exceed many people's thighs. A Colt Monty Python revolver was pinned to his waist, more than a dozen .45 caliber bullets were stuck in his belt, and a jungle machete about half a meter long was on his back.

It's just that this outfit is scary enough.

His name is Jason, he was rescued by Morty two years ago, and then followed Morty and became Morty's personal bodyguard.

In the river outside the barracks, a fishing boat about 30 meters long has slowed down and is slowly approaching the pier.

When Morty arrived with Jason, the fishing boat was already docked. Captain Laran was chatting with an officer, and when he saw Morty, he immediately greeted him.

Lalang is a Liberian, a shrewd and cunning trafficker.

"Larang, what did you bring this time?"

"Commander Morty, all the best workforce, guaranteed to keep you satisfied."

Morty didn't talk nonsense to Larron, just nodded slightly.

At Lalang's shouting, the crew opened the hatch and drove dozens of naked, skinny adult men out of the cabin.

Morty frowned at the sight of these people.

He paid for coolies who could work, not starving ghosts who couldn't even walk steadily.

"Laran, do you think these people are worth two thousand dollars?"

"There's another one, I just don't know if Commander Morty will want him."

Morty's brow jumped a few times, and he felt that Larron was talking more and more nonsense.

Lalang was wordy and whistled at the sailors on the fishing boat.

A short time later, two sailors dragged a hooded man out of the cabin, and another sailor came running with some belongings.

Seeing the man, Morty's brow tightened.

Although the man's skin was tanned, it could be seen that he was not black, but a yellow-skinned Oriental.

"We fished him up at sea, and this is what he has on him."

A Kevlar body armor, a USP combat pistol, and a multifunctional electronic watch, Morty noticed the handkerchief wrapped around the strap.

"When he woke up, he wounded some of my men, and it took a lot of effort for us to subdue him."

"Wake him up."

Morty had untied his handkerchief, only a little disappointed, with two animal motifs on it, and two square words that he didn't even recognize.

Larang was slightly stunned before nodding to the two crew members and stepping back a bit.

Probably having tasted the bitterness, the sailor, whom Laran had called, threw a bucket of water at the man several meters away.

Body armor is a high-end product, and it is by no means available to ordinary personnel. The USP combat pistol is even more refined, and Morty has only seen it once before at Johnson's bodyguards. Morty had originally planned to get one for Jason, but after learning that a USP pistol could be exchanged for fifty AK47s, he dismissed the idea. As for the electronic watch, Morty doesn't see anything famous, but it's definitely a high-end product.

After a few seconds, the man woke up.

As soon as he got up from the ground, he took off his hood.

is indeed an Oriental man, with no characteristics in appearance, and his figure is not burly, but his solid muscles appear to be loose and powerful, and there is no excess fat on his body.

Seeing this person, Morty remembered a movie he had seen before, the actor named Bruce Lee to be precise.

At this time, the man also stared at Morty, the handkerchief that Morty was holding, to be exact.