Yun Bing looked at the slightly bustling street outside the car, his eyes were slightly red, he paused, and continued: "The United States is the largest consumer of tantalum, in 1997, the consumption reached 500 tons, of which 60% was used to produce tantalum capacitors, and the United States Department of Defense Logistics is the largest owner of tantalum metal, once bought out one-third of the world's tantalum powder. Under the control of Western countries, the Democratic Republic of Congo and Rwanda together accounted for 70% of global tantalum concentrate production last year. ”

"In order to control the source of these minerals, they have indirectly financed local armed forces, and the 15-year civil war has claimed 5 million lives and raped at least 300,000 women. As long as Western countries have been buying these minerals, local warlords have always had the money to buy arms, and with guns in their hands, they will be able to force civilians to mine ore by any means necessary, forming a 'vicious circle'. ”

"And then, in response to the call for aid from the United Nations, those Western countries took the money they earned from here, which was stained with blood, and played the role of good people, playing the role of God, to help the people here, you say, isn't it ironic?"

Is it ironic? Yes, ironically, very sarcastically! What a irony!

Qi Fan's hand holding the steering wheel clenched hard, and the bone joints stood out and turned slightly white. He knew very well that every sentence Yun Bing said just now was not apocryphal, it was all a solemn fact.

Yun Bing looked at the SLR camera hanging around his neck and said: "In recent years, many photography enthusiasts and reporters have spontaneously come to Africa to use their words and lenses to show the situation here to people all over the world from the most realistic angle. In the past three years, I have walked from Central Africa to West Africa, from West Africa to South Africa, and from South Africa to East Africa, and I have recorded everything I saw with my lens. ”

Yun Bing took out a photo from his pocket and handed it to Qi Fan. The photo shows a very beautiful foreign woman, very young, almost twenty-four or five years old, and the place where the photo was taken is an open space in front of an angel aid station, behind this foreign woman, is a group of local black children. Although the clothes on their bodies were all old clothes, they were very clean, their eyes were clean, and there was a little curiosity, a little fear, and more hope for the future in their bright eyes.

Yun Bing took back the photo and introduced: "Her name is Jane, her father is an executive of Goldman Sachs Group in the United States, originally her life should be doing a not heavy job, she has enough free time to go shopping with friends, drink afternoon tea, chat about the latest clothes and bags in the world, and plan where to travel and spend the holidays." These are the lives that most people envy, Jane can get, and they are easy to get. ”

Jane was supposed to be a princess who was envied by many people, but she gave up her rich life and came to Africa with a camera on her back. As a freelance journalist, he documented the current situation of the people here. ”

"What happened to her?" Qi Fan asked Yun Bing. Qi Fan faintly felt that what Yun Bing said was a sad thing.

"Dead."

Yun Bing's voice was a little hoarse and said, "Just a week before I returned to China this time, she died. She discovered that the person in charge of the local Angel Aid Station had a relationship with a local armed force and secretly sold the children sent to the Angel Aid Station. Jane secretly followed the person in charge of the angel rescue station, trying to expose his dirty deeds, but unfortunately his whereabouts were exposed and he was arrested. Three days later, Jane's body was left at the door of the Angel's Aid Station, where she had been gang-raped to death by the militants, her eyes full of horror, and I and several other freelance journalists had buried her. During that time together, Jane told us that if one day, she had an accident, we would bury her in this red land, and we respected her choice. I have been afraid to tell my family about this, because if they found out, they would definitely prevent me from stepping into Africa again. ”

"I apologize to myself for saying that you are willful." Qi Fan said to Yun Bing: "As long as we are still in Africa, there will be no problems with your safety, I can assure you of this!" ”

"It's pretty much the same, like the attitude of an elite of the Dragon Hidden Army." Yun Bing turned his head to look at Qi Fan and said.

The corners of Qi Fan's mouth twitched slightly, and he muttered in a low voice: "I was originally an elite. ”

"But I've never seen such a timid elite." Yun Bing choked, and deliberately bit the word "timid" very hard.

Sun Tao, who was sitting in the back seat of the car, said with some schadenfreude: "Ice Blade, your reputation is now completely ruined." ”

"Shut up!" Qi Fan glanced at Sun Tao in the car's endoscope and said, "Why don't we go down and practice to see who is a coward!" ”

"Forget it, I can't beat you!" Sun Tao shook his head directly and said: "You are like a mad dragon, you are like a madman when you fight, whoever fights with you is unlucky!" ”

The jeep drove along the street in the direction of the "Caesar" nightclub, and the closer you got to the "Caesar" nightclub, the more lively the streets became, and the number of vehicles and pedestrians on the road gradually increased.

"It's all like this, they still have the heart to come here and have fun." Sun Tao looked at the prostitute who was holding a scantily clad woman on the street, and on her body, he shook his head and sighed.

"No matter what becomes like this, there will be no shortage of such people." Yun Bing seemed to be surprised by this, and said: "Don't forget, even during the Second World War, there was no shortage of prostitutes and prostitutes in those countries that were burned by the flames of war. ”

At this moment, Qi Fan suddenly braked, stopped the car, and stared at the car parked in front of him at the entrance of the "Caesar" nightclub.

"What's wrong?" Yun Bing asked puzzled.

"Luturu!" Qi Fan stared at the figure who got out of the car and walked towards the "Caesar" nightclub, and said.

Yun Bing looked towards the door of the "Caesar" nightclub, and sure enough, he saw Lu Tulu. Although Lu Tulu changed out of the camouflage uniform he was wearing, Yun Bing still recognized him at a glance.

Yun Bing hurriedly picked up the camera hanging around his neck, pointed at Lu Tulu, who was walking into the door of the nightclub, and pressed the shutter continuously to take a set of photos.

"Let's follow up and see?" Yun Bing said to Qi Fan, his tone was a little excited.

"You just went in with your camera on?" Qi Fan glanced at Yun Bing and said, "Aren't you afraid that you will be arrested as soon as you go in?" ”