West Africa, Nigeria.

This is a country that needs arms at any time, and since the nineties, civil strife and genocide have never stopped. All kinds of rebel armies, all kinds of ** armed forces, have been doing all kinds of struggles against the government army.

Whether it is a rebel army or a government army, they need a variety of weapons to replenish their strength. The United Nations has been actively working on the civil strife in the country, but with little success.

In official parlance, none of them are Nigerians. This means that Nigeria's business should be resolved by Nigeria.

This statement convinces many people, but it is also questioned. The country's civil strife never stops, and even if it seems calm on the surface, there are undercurrents surging inside.

Nigeria is the largest producer in Africa and the sixth largest oil exporter in the world. This determines that many wars are caused by oil, and oil wars are accompanied by a steady stream of arms interests.

If Nigeria is really peaceful, it will cause many countries to suffer great losses, and Nigeria will never be truly peaceful under the benefits.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ……”

The crisp sound of gunfire rang out in the dense rainforest, and a group of mercenaries responsible for escorting the arms lay in a pool of blood. They were tasked with escorting a much-needed batch of munitions to the rebels, but were fatally ambushed along the way.

There were not many people in ambush, but the few people wiped them out.

"Inform the Niger Delta People's Volunteers that I want to talk to them." Du Baobao, who was dressed in a jungle combat uniform, straightened his equipment, glanced at the mercenary's corpse lightly, and issued an order to Lei Peng.

"Yes." Lei Peng nodded, and immediately sent a signal to the rebels with a radio station to try to get in touch.

This is the team led by Du Baobao, in addition to Lei Peng, Sun Huxiong and others, there are also other people from the cat army: scarecrows, heavenly kings, and so on.

She chose to enter the international arms market from Nigeria and disrupt the supply of the arms market to the region.

This is a market where the demand for arms is relatively stable, it does not belong to the limelight, there is not much profiteering, and even if it is cut in an instant, it will not become a leading bird in a short period of time and be jointly confronted by others.

Sitting on the rocks, Du Bao stared at the munitions transported by mules and horses, and his eyes flashed with great wisdom. She knows very well what she is doing and what the consequences will be after doing so, which is to cut off people's money and smash other people's jobs.

The strongest in the world is not drug dealers, but arms dealers. Many arms dealers have their own armed forces, and some of them are simply the bosses of the army, controlling each army.

No one will dare to intercept their arms, because you will face bloody revenge: one army, or several armies.

In this area of interest, all killings are normal. If your strength is not as strong as the other party, then there are no bones left to be devoured, and no one will stand up for you.

On the contrary, other arms dealers are the first to accept stronger arms dealers, after all, they still have a series of cooperation between them. The market is done together, and it is by no means a monopoly.

"Chief, the Niger Delta has responded by agreeing to meet in a village 30 kilometers to the south." Lei Pengchong, who was in charge of contact, said.

"Let's go." All babies waved.

The group drove the mule and horse convoy carrying the munitions towards the southern part of the rainforest.

The Niger Delta People's Volunteers are one of the rebel armies in Nigeria that are strong enough to gain dominance of the Niger Delta. Because oil extraction in the Niger Delta accounts for 50 percent of Nigeria's oil production, it is a fertile land that everyone wants to occupy.

Back in 2004, the Niger Delta declared an all-out war against government forces and warned the world's seven largest oil companies to withdraw and stop oil production.

But in the end, a full-scale war did not break out, but a local war did. After so many years, the Niger Delta has never given up occupying the fertile oil land of the Niger Delta.

This batch of munitions is what they need, and they will start another war in the near future.

Nearly eight hours later, Du Baobao and his entourage walked into the village designated by the Niger Delta People's Volunteers with weapons and equipment.

When they arrived at the village, they saw blood and corpses all over the ground. The Niger Delta People's Volunteers washed the villages in blood and slaughtered them completely.

This type of massacre is the most common in Nigeria, involving religion and ethnicity.

The team of mules and horses is hidden in the rainforest, and all personnel lurk around the village, all armed with sniper rifles, and quietly complete the lockdown.

Du Bao walked into the village alone, his boots trampling on the blood-soaked ground.

Seeing the baby who appeared, the eyes of those rebels showed doubt, because this was a woman. In Nigeria, women have the least status and serve as mere instruments of reproduction.

But this woman is very special, and she seems to be a very difficult woman to deal with.

More than a dozen rifles locked onto Du Bao and ordered him to stand still in a clearing in the middle of the village.

"Where is your leader, let him come out and talk to me." All babies make unmistakable sounds.

She doesn't have the time to talk nonsense with the other party, and the problems that can be solved in the fastest time are best solved in the shortest time.

A strong black officer in a military uniform walked up, his eagle eyes flashing with a thick sinister color.

"A woman?" The black officer stared at Du Baobao, a presumptuous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he swept Du Baobao's body unscrupulously and said: "Although I don't like Oriental women very much, I don't an Oriental woman hard, maybe this will have a different taste." ”

As he spoke, the black officer walked straight towards Du Baobao, sticking out his tongue and licking his fat lips.

"You're rude." Du Baobao crossed his hands on his hips, raised his head and said, "If you apologize to me now, I can still forgive you." ”

The black officer scoffed, and said as he walked forward, "What about your people? Are you waiting to see a good show? I'm not in the habit of trading with women, but I'll accept what comes to my door, and I promise I'll be gentle. ”

All the babies smiled, the smile was quite good-looking, quite bright, and the smile brought sunshine to the rainforest. It's a pity that her eyes are cold, bursting out with a thick murderous intent.

"Bang!"

The dull sound of a sniper rifle rang out, and at the moment of the gunshot, the officer's head shattered as if something had exploded, leaving only a bare shoulder, spurting blood and falling backwards.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ……”

The sound of sniper rifles rang out one after another, and blood flowers burst out from the bodies of the Nigerien rebels, announcing the beginning of a new massacre.

Du Baobao slowly pulled out his saber and bent down to plunge the saber into the blood-soaked soil. Standing there with his feet on his feet and his head on his hands, watching death and sniffing the blood.

Sometimes business is not so easy, and it is always necessary to show your fist to talk to a rebel army in such a place. If the fist is hard enough, it is qualified to negotiate; If your fists are soft, then die here.

In a short period of time, all the rebel soldiers in the village were sniped, and Du Baobao's fists were very hard and hard, regardless of whether the fists were stained with blood!

PS: Next chapter, four o'clock in the afternoon