At close range, automatic weapons are everything, although there will be a sound of what bazooka will solve everything in later generations, but considering factors such as the tail flame of the shot, the safety distance of the warhead, etc., in fact, in some cases, the bazooka cannot replace automatic fire.

Of course, that's not to say that rockets aren't easy to use, on the contrary, thermobaric rockets are a great choice in close-range CQB combat where everything needs to be destroyed, especially if you have the space to launch, and Shepard is more than happy to recommend it.

For example, in Fallujah, the capital of Iraq's Anbar province, where the U.S. Marines have made countless fond memories of the promised land, the Marines have used thermobaric bazookas to mingle with the local warm Iraqi folks.

But it's too early for Shepard to talk about thermobaric rockets, because he has to have them before he can use them, and most importantly, he's going to disguise the attack as a village fire and the avoidable tragedy of the minister's violent death.

In an instant, the convoy was completely blocked on the road, and after killing all the people in the car, the ambush team immediately began to divert fire and launched a surprise attack on the guards who had not even reacted.

At this moment, the black uncles didn't even react to what was happening, because of the smoke and dust, the second car didn't even notice that the first car was already cold, and the driver drove the car directly with a foot of fuel and crashed into it.

The front of the fragile truck was smashed in an instant, and the broken glass and metal parts directly killed the two people in the body, while several black soldiers in the back compartment were like watermelons rolling on the ground.

One of the hapless men even threw himself out of the car, and then, as he struggled to get up, he saw a third car crashing towards him.

Shepard gripped the AK rifle in his hand tightly, and then aimed at the third vehicle, which was trying to get out of the road, and the target was in the same vehicle.

He held his breath and pressed the trigger on the front half of the car, and after a few short bursts of fire, the car lost control and crashed into the second car.

The driver fell on the steering wheel, his neck was constantly spurting blood, Shepard's point shot pierced through the fragile hull, and the warhead deformed and twisted after the collision, and then shot into his body, the bullet directly tore a huge cavity in his body, taking his life on the spot.

Shepard, on the other hand, continued to fire at a pace and approached the vehicle little by little, while the other PMCs also broke out of cover and began to carry out the final clearance operation.

The Minister of Industry, who was sitting in the back row, was still in a hurry to find his pistol, but before he could raise it, he was shot in the arm.

His arm drooped limply, the pistol fell to the ground, and the anguished minister saw the face of his attacker.

This is not a guerrilla at all! It was a planned assassination!

Seeing Shepard's complexion under his mask, the minister suddenly realized, but before he could even say a word, his limbs were shaken by a dozen bullets, and finally he died in his seat without even swallowing his breath.

At this moment, the entire convoy of five vehicles was almost riddled with holes, nearly 20 guards were killed without even firing, the corpses were scattered all over the entire kilometer, and no one escaped, and after the end of the battle, the PMCs also carried out extremely rigorous gun replenishment and body identification.

The tracking team had long recorded the number of people, and after the two sides repeatedly confirmed that the number was consistent, Shepard was relieved.

"Well, let's arrange it again, and make the scene more miserable!"

Shepard took off his mask and looked at the chaotic scene, still dissatisfied, he immediately commanded everyone to start shooting indiscriminately, and they also left a large number of footprints and cross-marks on the ground, after all, it is impossible for ordinary black armed forces to equip military boots on a large scale.

After camouflaging the scene, Shepard, who saw that he was about the same, immediately began to retreat with his group, sweeping away his traces along the way, even making several turns and wading through a river before returning to the helicopter landing site.

"Done?"

"It's done, don't worry!"

When Shepard returned to the camp, Senerio was in a hurry like an ant on a hot pan.

And when he saw Shepard walk into the room lightly, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"Poor minister, do you remember his name?"

"I don't remember, Kinshasa will definitely send someone again anyway, won't he?"

"That's right, so what's next?"

"Now it's up to you to recoup the country's losses!"

The scene of the ambush was only discovered by passers-by two days later, and when the police arrived at the scene after receiving the news, the place had been destroyed, the few remaining parts of the car had been removed, and the corpse's clothes and scattered guns had even been taken away.

So they had to report the situation, and the news reached Mobutu that the Supreme Supreme, who was busy taking his family to Europe to buy money, just casually crossed a name from the list, and then a new minister of industry took office.

And the minister learned the lesson of his own inauguration, no longer choosing land transport but by air, and when he landed at the airport in Lubumbashi, he immediately received a detailed report from Senerio.

The minister was not surprised to see the destruction of many mines and the death of workers, but offered to visit them, and Senerio naturally waited for him to say this, and then took the other party to inspect the mines.

After confirming the truth of Senerio's report, the new minister immediately praised Senerio, especially after the latter quietly told him that he had sent someone to clean up the mines, and only needed to recruit more people to adjust them, so that they could be put back into production, and the minister's face was even more smiling.

"If the country were full of people like you, we might soon be able to live the same good life as the Europeans!"

"yes!"

Speaking of this, Colonel Senerio puffed up his chest proudly, after all, he had lived the same good life as the Europeans, and the gold mine had been perfectly covered up in a series of accidents, and now it no longer existed in any paper reports, just wait for the limelight to pass and re-mine!