Monrovia, a dilapidated ruined building somewhere.

"Did you inquire clearly?" A black man with a large gold necklace and an AK47 sat on a tattered sofa, looking very arrogant at a black man standing below.

"Head, I inquired clearly, the yellow-skinned boy bought a batch of goods from the Chinese Chamber of Commerce's Ma Liu, and went in the direction of Riverside, they ......"

Before the black man who was talking below finished speaking, the black leader shot him directly in the head, and the whole person splashed red and white things on the ground like a watermelon scoop.

The black leader glanced at the group of people below who were frightened by his sudden move, and shouted a little crazy: "How many times do you want me to tell you, you want to call me General, General, General Ria, not a head, we are freedom fighters, not the underworld, whoever calls it again, I will bury his whole family alive."

There was a row of black people standing below, and none of them dared to have an opinion, and they all nodded in agreement.

General Ria suddenly remembered something, turned his head and asked curiously, "Did he not finish talking just now?"

The black man beside him nodded tremblingly: "General, it seems to be."

General Ria jumped up from the sofa very nervously and pointed a gun at the head of the person next to him: "Little Libby, why don't you stop me, why, damn it, why can't I kill him after listening to him?"

Little Libby was already so frightened that his crotch was a little wet, his legs trembled, and he opened his mouth tremblingly: "General, I, I, I ......"

General Ria suddenly laughed happily, threw the gun aside, and hugged little Libby: "Don't be afraid, little Libby, I won't kill you, you know, our two names are together, that is, Liberia, you are my lucky star, aren't you?"

Seeing General Ria throw his weapons aside, little Libby felt that he had escaped, and he didn't care what he said, but he kept nodding his head and saying non-stop: "Yes, general, yes general......"

General Ria seemed to return to normal, took out a small bottle from his pocket, took out a few pills from it, and threw them directly into his mouth: "Okay, my dear freedom fighters, take up your weapons and stop the convoy of that yellow race for me, he actually dares to say that my great General Ria is actually a stupid pig, it is really unbearable, stop them, kill them all, and leave no one behind."

"Yes, General." The black man in the house was relieved to see their general finish taking the medicine, the boss finally took the medicine, and he didn't have to worry about being killed by him suddenly.

But Lin Qing is here, he must be shouting that he is wronged, when did I scold you for being a pig? Did I insult the pig?

Motorcade......

A convoy of more than a dozen vehicles is rare in Liberia, and most of the convoys are the arrival of international humanitarian relief supplies, so the convoy passes through every city and every place, and many black people slowly gather.

Seeing the convoy, their originally unsparked eyes burst into a strong flash of excitement, but when the convoy did not stop, but left directly, it was more of a curse, abuse, and some black people did not find the sign of the Red Cross, and threw stones at Lin Qing's convoy, even if there were armored vehicles to press the formation.

Lin Qing carefully observed the city for the first time, and looked at the city through the porthole of the armored car, which was gray, and it could be said that it was a large area, and a large area of ruins constituted the main structure of the city. (Type 63 doesn't seem to have windows, don't worry so much, just have it.) ）

The walls of the houses were stained with dark red blood, the collapsed walls were covered with bullet marks, and the roads were littered with craters from artillery of various calibers.

The truck must not be careful not to pay attention to the road ahead, for fear of falling into the pit and not being able to climb out, here a stalled truck is no different from a piece of fat, even if it is an airplane, as long as you dare to turn off the fire in the city, they will also help you dismantle it cleanly. (There's this clip in Lord of War, a 40-ton transport plane that was dismantled into a skeleton overnight.) ）

The closer we got to the outskirts of the city, the denser the ruins, the smell of blood in the air, and the more corpses could be seen everywhere, accompanied by the constant hovering of vultures.

The convoy drove out of the ruined city, and saw a vast tent area, on both sides of the road, densely scattered hundreds of tents of all kinds, some cloth, some nylon, made of paper, and all kinds of garbage bags, this is a refugee area, a real African refugee area.

Dozens of peacekeepers are waiting at the entrance to the highway in the refugee area, which has the highest crime rate in Monrovia.

The peacekeepers saw the convoy and waved their hands to stop for inspection, and after the convoy stopped as a whole, a soldier slowly approached, and asked a few cars in the front row one by one before finding Lin Qing: "Sir, are you transporting humanitarian relief materials?"

Lin Qing shook his head: "No, we're going to Riveress."

After the soldier listened, he said a few words into the walkie-talkie, and several more soldiers came behind him.

An officer-like soldier glanced at Lin Qing and said a little arrogantly: "We need to check your van, sir, Riveres is fighting, where are no weapons allowed to flow in."

Lin Qing shrugged his shoulders, motioned for a casual check, and took a few white soldiers to the truck, and directly opened the compartment, revealing a cart full of daily necessities.

The black people who gathered not far from the surrounding area became excited when they saw Lin Qing open the carriage and began to push and shove close to the convoy.

The white officer looked at the contents of the carriage, his brows furrowed, he was not stupid, he could see that there was a problem with this cargo, since it was not a humanitarian relief material, it was strange to use such a large formation to send these rags in business, and it was strange not to lose money, he had never seen a businessman who was doing a loss-making business, there must be a problem with this convoy.

The officer said a few words to one of the white soldiers, and soon several soldiers came over with detectors, and he suspected that Lin Qing was carrying arms in the van, because what Lisseth lacked most now was weapons.

At least half of the white soldiers came, and there was a vague tendency to surround Lin Qing and others, Lin Qing's bodyguards were a little worried, because they knew that Lin Qing was smuggling arms, and the night killing mercenaries looked around very easily, this has nothing to do with them, they only need to be responsible for Lin Qing's safety, but if there is a conflict with the peacekeeping force, it is not within their jurisdiction.

However, after the eyes of the night swept around, his expression immediately changed, and he shouted loudly to his subordinates: "Be careful, damn black people are coming."

After shouting, he ran directly to Lin Qing, shouting as he ran, so that everyone who was resting in the car took up their weapons and stood guard.

Lin Qing also noticed the surrounding situation, and pointed to the black man who was getting closer: "Mr. Officer, you'd better take a look at the surrounding situation, otherwise we will be in trouble."

The blacks around them were already very close, about two or three meters away, and their eyes showed greed, excitement and other lights.

They are accustomed to the arrival of all kinds of relief materials, and they think that this is another batch of relief materials, and they have gathered around and are ready to receive relief.

The white officer raised his gun and shouted at the blacks around him, "Stand back, stand back, this is not relief supplies, this is someone else's personal cargo."

After saying that, he took the gun and fired a few shots into the sky, which played a certain deterrent effect, and many blacks retreated with some fear, and then continued to stare at the truck from a distance.

Lin Qing took out the nameplate given to him by Smith and handed it over, along with a stack of dollars.

The white officer's originally rigid face immediately smiled, nodded, took the dollar, and waved his hand with a smile, and the soldiers who were inspecting dispersed.