CHAPTER 60 Liberia 1
The next day, early in the morning,
Before dawn, Lin Qing, who was still asleep, received a call from the black cat, who told Lin Qing that the Liberian Alliance for Peace and Democracy needed a batch of weapons so that he could find a way to transport them over, and this was a long-term arms business.
Liberia is located in a country in Africa, in West Africa.
It is bordered by Guinea to the north, Sierra Leone to the northwest, Côte d'Ivoire to the east, and the Atlantic Ocean to the southwest.
The most strange thing is that this country has 3.8 million hectares of arable land, but the development rate is less than 13 percent, and it is not self-sufficient in food, so it needs to rely on international aid to make a living.
There is no regular army in the country, and if there is, it is only the private armed forces of the ruling party.
Since 1989, the establishment of the first rebel force, the National Patriotic Front of Liberia, for 17 years, Liberia has almost always been in a state of war, and after the arrival of United Nations peacekeeping troops in 2003, the regional situation has initially stabilized, but ethnic conflicts (black internal tribes), regional conflicts still occur from time to time, and it is one of the most chaotic areas in Africa.
The Alliance for Peace and Democracy of Liberia (LDL) is a political party in northern Liberia and is the fourth largest party in the country, but it has never governed the country.
In recent years, with the lack of compression of opposition parties and ruling parties, the Alliance for Peace and Democracy has begun to move towards an extreme line.
They advocate that Liberians defend Liberia, expel foreign peacekeepers, and begin to assassinate the heads of various political parties, plan terrorist attacks and other activities with the intention of provoking a civil war in the country, and have been officially defined as a terrorist organization by Liberia.
However, with many years of operation in the north, the Peace Alliance has absolute control in the north, is a hegemon in Liberia, and has more than 10,000 private armed forces.
A large part of arms smuggling in Africa came from Somalia, so they met the leader of the Black Self-Salvation Association, Black Cat Char, in Somalia, and soon the two organizations found that their philosophy was the same, that is, to expel whites and establish a black autonomous state.
After buying a large amount of arms from Lin Qing yesterday, Char immediately sold a small part of it to the activities of the Peace Alliance.
The high-quality arms immediately attracted the attention of the Liberians, and they found Black Cat and asked him to help contact Lin Qing to transport a batch of arms to Liberia, and the reward was to give Black Cat two armored vehicles they had just bought.
The black cat, who was in dire need of heavy weapons, immediately agreed, and called Lin Qing directly.
After Lin Qing got up and thought carefully for a long time, he agreed to this batch of arms contacts, he needs to have long-term customers in Africa, and it is obvious that the Peace Alliance is a good business partner, at least they seem to be much more reliable than the black cat Char at present.
Hurried to the airport with bodyguards for a flight to Monrovia, the capital of Liberia, Cape Town only once in three days.
Half an hour before the plane took off, Lin Qing and the others finally arrived at the airport, and when he stood at the boarding gate, looking at the plane of this flight, Lin Qing swore that there was no one of the most broken planes he had ever seen since he knew about the plane.
Before boarding, when Lin Qing saw the plane, he thought it was a model, a model of a broken Boeing plane.
More than half of the paint on the exterior of the entire plane has been lost, and the remaining half is no longer visible in color, and the metal in the wing part has rusted because of the paint falling off, and few people are willing to recycle it when selling scrap iron.
After boarding the plane, the cabin was in tatters like the exterior of the plane.
The seats in the cabin are staggered, few are intact, and the seat belts are strap-on, not snap-in.
The cockpit door had also been damaged, and Lin Qing could directly see the situation in the cockpit from the seat, and what obstructed his vision was only a curtain of black cloth on the nose.
In the past, flying from Hong Kong to Cape Town could only be regarded as going from a civilized society to an underdeveloped region, and going to Monrovia was completely like a primitive society.
This flight can be called Paradise Airlines, but the number of people on this flight is not quite a small at all, the flight of more than 200 people, at least more than 100 people, some people who have no seats, directly squatting next to the fallen seats.
Lin Qing's bodyguards stared at everyone around him with a wary face, afraid that Lin Qing would make any mistakes.
Lin Qing, surrounded by a group of black people, does give people a feeling of standing out from the crowd, and many black people point fingers at him, and his attitude is not very friendly.
Five hours later, Lin Qing set foot on the land of Monrovia, a ruined African land, one of the poorest countries in the world.
Monrovia is the capital of Liberia, and his capital airport is no longer enough to describe as an airport, when the plane landed, Lin Qing once thought that he was going to die.
There are no towers, command buildings, radar stations and other infrastructure, several dilapidated houses, a signal tower less than 20 meters high and a small cement road make up all the airport facilities.
With his experience, the pilot of the plane finally landed safely after aiming at the runway three times, so that Lin Qing's heart that was about to beat out finally settled down.
There is no so-called exit and entrance at the airport, a small square area, consisting of a waiting room, security check, customs and other areas, as well as an exit and entrance in the same gate.
Fortunately, it is the twenty-first century, and even the least developed regions of the world barely have a cyber presence.
Lin Qing booked the hotel and car on the Internet, but when he saw the vehicle, Lin Qing collapsed.
An old-fashioned Volkswagen with cratered bullet marks and one of the three pickup trucks had no doors in the cab. Even if it is broken into such a vehicle, among the broken buses and No. 11 buses, Lin Qing and them belong to a special landscape.
Near the airport, dozens of white GIs, wearing blue berets, armed with M4A1s, and American Stars and Stripes fluttering on armored vehicles told travelers that we are the world's police, don't mess with us.
The blacks who passed by around looked at these white GIs with resentment in their eyes, and the white soldiers were wary of every black man who passed them.
After a few white soldiers saw Lin Qing, they couldn't help but come over, except for the blacks here, the yellow race was very rare.
"Chinese?" Among the soldiers, who were obviously the highest-ranking friendly, greeted Lin Qing.
Lin Qing nodded: "How do you know?"
"The Japanese are as timid as rats, they will not come to these places, only you Chinese will come here to do business, almost half of Liberia's daily necessities come from you China."
Lin Qing took out two packs of cigarettes from his pocket and was about to hand them over, several white men immediately raised their guns, and several of Lin Qing's bodyguards saw it and immediately protected Lin Qing.
Taking out the cigarette that was sticking into his pocket, Lin Qing shook the cigarette in his hand: "Don't get excited, buddy."
The white officer waved his hand, and several soldiers put down the gun: "This is a conditioned reflex, here, there will be terrorist attacks every day, so don't be surprised, wow, Zhonghua brand, very good smoke, thank you."
Taking the cigarettes, the whites immediately opened one pack from each other and scattered it among themselves, and the other was taken into his pocket by the officer.
After lighting a cigarette, the white officer looked at Lin Qingdao and said, "My name is Smith, how about it, do you need some weapons, here, you can't do without weapons."
Hearing this, Lin Qingle was happy, his feelings are to sell weapons, you are a peacekeeping force.
After thinking about it for a while, Lin Qing still bought a rifle and pistol for each of the bodyguards, and the three pickup trucks also set up machine guns, which cost less than five thousand dollars in total.
The white officer nodded his dollar with satisfaction and handed over a nameplate-like thing: "If you meet someone on the road to check it, show it to them directly, and say that I Smith sold it to you, and there won't be any hemp eggs."