"Damn, Mobutu is a little ruthless!"

As usual, Shepard got up and went to the restaurant, and after a hearty breakfast, he sat in the corner of the restaurant while feeling the wet breeze before the rainy season coming out of the window, while flipping through the recent newspapers, after all, there were no mobile games and video sites, and reading became Shepard's usual hobby.

And while he was leisurely reading the newspaper reports about US President Nixon's claim that we had a great advantage in Vietnam and that victory was imminent, Plomri, who liked to go to Lubumbashi for an aperitif in the morning, hurried in.

"Martial law is in Kinshasa!"

"Why?"

"Land, what else can it be!"

Plommri smiled with a drunken mouth, and then said.

"The Minister of the Interior he just appointed robbed someone else's tribe and killed people, and then there were fires on both sides and several people died, guess what Mobutu did when he found out?"

"He wiped out that tribe? Predictable! ”

"No, he wiped out the minister's family and tribe together, and the army directly slaughtered the village, killing almost a thousand people!"

"It's not surprising that he can do this, in Africa, human life is cheaper than grass, and where there is no order, it is not strange how many people die!"

"It's strange, wasn't Mobutu often praised as a benevolent monarch before? Why did you suddenly change sex now? ”

"If you have a father, then don't pretend!"

Shepard closed the newspaper and threw it on the table, then picked up the cold coffee and took a sip before shouting into the kitchen at the other end of the restaurant.

"Emir, the coffee is cold!"

Immediately, a French mercenary cook wearing a chef's hat and a large apron came over with a coffee pot and said while changing the coffee for Shepard.

"I'm a cook, why don't you find a maid to do this?"

"Because I paid you a salary, and a tip, you saved ten years of wages, which is definitely enough for you to go home and open a café!"

"It's the same as saying that prices in France don't rise!"

Emir poured hot coffee for both of them, served another macaron, and went back to the kitchen to do his work.

Shepard took a sip of sweetened and milked coffee, moistened his throat, and said to Plumri.

"Mobutu became the boss by betrayal of two coups, and it took five or six years to stabilize, and he didn't show diligence and love for the people, and he would have been driven down a long time ago!"

"Then why doesn't he act now?"

"Because he is now a reliable ally of the United States against the Soviet Union, and with that one, his position is more reliable than the Statue of Liberty!"

"Well, the riot shouldn't spread, right?"

"I don't know, something happened anyway, someone will be in a hurry!"

Perhaps Shepard's crow's mouth, in short, the riots caused by the embezzlement of property did not subside with the martial law in the capital, but on the contrary, because Mobutu's unrequited relatives were spreading little by little in the Congo.

After all, scraping the ground everywhere is not isolated, on the contrary, it has become the norm in the DRC, and officials at all levels appointed by Mobutu follow the president and can be greedy for whatever they want, so in Katanga province, such a strange picture has appeared.

Obviously, all kinds of construction machinery of foreign-funded enterprises are on the side, but the miners can only work with hammers, because the gasoline needed by construction machinery is sold out, and even after they mine minerals, the salaries they get are constantly being deducted for various reasons.

In the past, miners worked hard for the white man for a day, could go to have a drink after work, eat a meal with enough meat to soothe the stomach and treat the body, but now, the workers not only do not get paid for a day's work, but sometimes even have to be upside down, the bar is closed, because they can't afford the high taxes, the quality of the food is also declining rapidly, and the meat that used to be seen has now become a gruel and paste that cannot be eaten at all, and if it does not explode in silence, it will perish in silence.

The desperate miners also made the same move as the tribes that had encroached on the land at this moment, and they reversed!

Almost overnight, riots broke out in more than 10 mining areas in Katanga, and the exploited miners, who could not bear it anymore, held up their production tools and told the overseers whose heads were full of stool what the power of workers was.

As for what guards? It's long gone, and the officials don't even bother to pay the miners, let alone the guards, and even if there are guards, the first one on the other side with a gun will definitely choose to do those guys who eat people and don't do personnel.

Soon the few police officers began their own firefighting operations, but they also suffered from corruption, and the funds that should have been used to replace equipment were missing, and even the police cars were used by the chief to run smuggling work, and the policemen who needed to carry batons ran over themselves.

And the police in the past were helpless, although the miners did not have guns in their hands, but there were a lot of explosives in the mines, the black uncles made their own slingshots, and the policemen were blown up in pee, and the so-called minister of industry from Kinshasa personally came to the garrison camp and asked Senerio to show his loyalty to the country!

Senerio was speechless for this minister, the mines that rebelled and made trouble were all taken by this guy from Mobutu, if he wasn't himself, why did those miners rebel?

The garrison had nothing to do, their guns were deadly, but the explosives in the miners' hands could also kill people, and Senerio had his men surround one of the most vicious gold mines, trying to make an example of the monkeys first, only to be met with a resolute counterattack from the miners.

The soldiers tried to drive the miners out of the mine with weapons, but dozens of them were killed by the littered explosives, and the most unlucky guy was blown in two, and the person was still alive, and even lay on the ground and screamed for help to the people around him.

"These bastards!"

Senerio's face was pale, and he didn't know if it was because his subordinates were killed or because he had been assigned such a mission, but looking at the appearance of those unlucky eggs with no bones left, he could only be glad that he was not at the forefront.

Looking at the remains that couldn't even get together the whole body pieces, the soldiers brought by Senerio didn't want to go deeper into the mine at all, not to mention those policemen, what kind of life do you have with a few hundred dollars?

"We can't solve this job!"

Senerio didn't want his own people to die in vain.

"Why don't you ask the Americans for help!"