Kelvin's eyes were fixed on the pocket of the camouflage uniform worn by Jerry. He believed that as long as Jerry pressed the detonator, even if the man could avoid the bullets, he would only end up with no bones left and hundreds of kilograms of TNT lying underground.
The chemical effect produced is as powerful as a small nuclear bomb.
"Wait a moment."
Jerry shook his head, turned to look at Miao Zilong, who had been silent, and said, "Miao, don't you still have a backup plan? They can move out!"
It has not been two years since the United States encountered the "911" incident. This is an era of global anti-terrorism. Jerry does not want to use those explosives as a last resort, otherwise they will have to live like mice in holes in the ground for the rest of their lives.
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"Jerry, this is not the result I want!"
Miao Zilong, who was sitting aside, looked livid. Ye Tian's performance in the video just now gave him a creepy feeling. Miao Zilong even began to wonder if he had made a mistake in sniping Ye Tian this time.
At the same time, Jerry's performance also made Miao Zilong very angry. He spent tens of millions of dollars to hire the Black Widow mercenary group. What he wanted was Ye Tian's head, not sitting here watching Ye Tian show off his power on the video.
of.
"Miao, don't get excited, I know you hired Congolese soldiers, now you can send them out!"
Jerry smiled lightly and said: "I can assure you that if those soldiers can't kill him, I will personally send him to hell. You have to believe the guarantee of the Black Widow Mercenary Group!"
"Okay, Jerry, I believe you!"
Miao Zilong stared at Jerry for a long time, then reached out and took out a walkie-talkie. After adjusting the frequency, he said: "Colonel N'Bangeda, it's your turn to go out. Kill that damn guy, and I'll send you another one."
A helicopter!"
Now that things have come to this, Miao Zilong can only bite the bullet and go on. Fortunately, he and Song Xiaolong have already bought tickets to leave South Africa. No matter how bad South Africa's gaffe develops, he will stay away from this circle of right and wrong, which can be regarded as a wise way to protect himself.
"Miao, thank you for your generosity." The voice from the intercom was hoarse, "I will make that person's skull into a wine vessel and give it to you!"
"What a savage!"
The words on the walkie-talkie made Kelvin and others frown. Only tribes in some primitive forests in Africa still have the habit of using enemy skulls as drinking vessels. However, in the eyes of modern civilized people, it is a piece of cake.
Things that are difficult for people to understand and accept——
About ten kilometers away from the Johannesburg Gold Mine, there was originally a small town. However, due to the very special geographical location of the Johannesburg Gold Mine, it was not on a major transportation road. With the suspension of production at the Johannesburg Gold Mine, tens of thousands of miners were disbanded.
The town also lost its livelihood.
Without the miners, the small hotels in the town could only close down. Without the miners, the bars and some shops could not survive. The town eventually became deserted. It is hard to imagine that just ten years ago, this place was still abnormal.
bustling.
The sun is blazing in South Africa in July, and the hot sunlight shines on the earth, seeming to distort the air.
The deserted town seemed very quiet. Suddenly, a whistle broke the silence of the town. Hundreds of people emerged from various buildings in the town like ghosts and gathered in the square of the town.
But what is surprising is that most of these hundreds of people are underage black children. Some are not even as tall as the guns they carry. They stand there lazily, with lifeless eyes, like walking zombies.
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"Let's set off, target the Joburg gold mine, and give me a bloodbath there!"
The speaker was a tall black man. His arms were extremely long and naturally hung down to his knees. He looked like a gorilla from a distance. This man was the barbarian in the minds of Kelvin and other mercenaries. Congo [him]
Damn] an armed force of the army.
Congo has been in constant war since it declared independence in 1960. Initially, the American Tshombe Group killed Congo's then Chief of Staff Lumumba, supported Kasavubu as president, and established the Republic of Congo.
But within a few years, Mobutu, the commander-in-chief of the National Army, launched another coup, overthrew President Kasavubu and exercised presidential power. Subsequently, several forces began a melee in Congo. Almost every Congolese was harmed by the war.
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Whether it is the political ax army or the [fucking] army, there is support from some hidden forces behind it. There is not much difference in strength between the two sides, so the Congo region is also one of the most dangerous areas in the world.
Years of war have turned almost all the people in the Congo into soldiers. The people under Colonel Nbangeda, including himself, were originally just indigenous people in the forest highlands, but thirty years of war have turned them into soldiers.
He became a murderous soldier.
"Colonel, there's no more marijuana!"
As soon as Nbangda finished speaking, an uncoordinated voice suddenly sounded in the team, and he heard a boy who looked like a bean sprout, with a trace of childishness on his face, and he couldn't help but yawn.
"Yeah, there's no marijuana, there's no women. Colonel, what are you doing here?" The words of the boy who was as tall as a gun barrel resonated with the team. Yawning was also contagious, and many people were stunned for a while.
He covered his mouth with his hands.
"Damn it, don't you know what it means to obey orders?"
N'Bangeda's eyes turned cold, and he pulled out his right hand from his waist like lightning. Without any hesitation, he aimed at the boy who spoke first. With a slight curl of his index finger, he pulled the trigger.
"Bang!" There was a gunshot, and a bloody hole appeared between the boy's eyebrows. His body was thrown back, and he fell heavily to the hot ground.
The sudden sound of gunshots instantly silenced the initially agitated team. Everyone had a look of horror on their faces, as they were afraid that the next bullet would hit their heads.
"You bastards, you all understand, you have bloodbathed the Joburg gold mine, and the gold and women there will be yours!"
Seeing that this shot shocked those damn child soldiers, Colonel Nbangeda was very satisfied. In Congo, force is the first, especially for these child soldiers, they must be killed to make them more afraid.
Effectively stimulate these people to kill others.
Child soldiers in the Congo are also a very unique phenomenon in the world's military history. Due to the perennial wars in the Congo, most young and middle-aged men were killed on the battlefield. In order to ensure the supply of soldiers, some warlords focused on children.
These armed warlords sent instructors to arrest the children in the villages one by one, gave them guns, and led them to burn, kill, and loot. In order to better control them, they even gave these children drugs to prevent them from leaving.
This kind of life.
"Kill them, grab the gold, grab the marijuana, and grab the women!"
These children have long been brainwashed, and they have become indifferent to death. However, when they heard about marijuana, gold and women, their eyes showed a hint of fanaticism, and each one of them waved their weapons and shouted. No one looked at that eyebrow anymore.
A heartbroken companion.
"Get in the car and don't leave anyone you meet on the road behind!"
A ferocious smile appeared on Nbangeda's face. This was his child army and the foundation of his establishment in the Congo. With these hundreds of people, he could separate himself in the Congo and live the so-called upper class life in the West.
social life.
As for the impact of the killings in South Africa, Nbangeda didn't think about it at all. He just killed people and grabbed things. If the sky fell, there would still be someone tall to hold it up. Congo has been fighting for decades.
He was never afraid of offending people. At worst, he would take these people back to the forest and become natives.
Black children with distorted faces climbed onto four or five trucks that had been prepared. Some even fired into the sky. The scene was extremely chaotic. After a few minutes, the cars drove out of the town and headed towards Joburg.
The gold mine is open.
As one of the must-visit tourist attractions in Johannesburg, there are several more tourist buses at the entrance of the Johannesburg Gold Mine. However, the attraction has limited capacity for guests, and nearly half of the people are waiting outside, waiting for people inside to come out before they can go in.
The hot weather makes the tourists a little listless. Most of them stay in air-conditioned cars. Only a few people who are addicted to smoking will get out of the car and light a cigarette, hiding their bodies in the shadow of the vehicle as much as possible.
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"Was there gunfire inside just now? When will the Joburg Gold Mine launch a new show?"
Under the big tree at the gate of the Johannesburg gold mine, four or five tour guides of different nationalities were chatting. Among them were Mexicans, Americans and Scots, and the Chinese army was also included. He was born and raised in South Africa.
, the surname is also very Westernized.
This group of people were discussing the gunshots that had just come from the gold mine. Since the gold mine square often played videos of gold mining with a lot of blasting sounds, no one connected the gunshots with reality.
Get in touch.
This is not to blame for their slow response. Although the security in South Africa is very bad, no one dares to touch the gold mine. Even this abandoned gold mine that was converted into a tourist attraction still has seven or eight armed men inside.
Guarded.
Moreover, the Johannesburg Gold Mine covers a very large area, and the living area of the miners where Ye Tian is located is very remote. More than ten minutes after the gunfire rang out, the guards did not even figure out which direction it came from.
Gunshots.
"It's so hot, why are there people coming here?" The roar of cars in the distance immediately reached the ears of several tour guides who were chatting together, and four or five green trucks also appeared in their field of vision.
"No, why are those people above holding guns?" Hua Jun had sharp eyes and saw the soldiers holding guns in the first car at a glance.
