As a respected veteran comrade, Wang Guozhong was the first to speak. He said: "The communication is interrupted, and the embassy will definitely implement an emergency plan to contact us. However, the situation in San Juan shows signs of continuing to worsen, and we have to actively carry out self-rescue. We
It is recommended to send someone to contact the authorities and ask officials from the West Sadamoya Medical and Health Department to coordinate the dispatch of troops to escort us out of the com..."
His suggestion was immediately unanimously agreed by everyone, and he contacted the officials. The most suitable candidate was of course Captain Gu. He also brought a translator who could speak Portuguese and immediately went to the Ministry of Medicine and Health.
In view of the chaos outside, Captain Gu looked at Liu Ziguang again and asked for his opinion: "Xiao Liu, please do us a favor and escort us there. You are the only one here who can shoot."
Liu Ziguang smiled and understood what Captain Gu meant. He was not only good at shooting, but also killing people. But what surprised him was that the translator who could speak Portuguese turned out to be Mai Jiaxuan.
"Dr. Mai was very good at Latin when he was in medical university." Gu Xiuying dispelled Liu Ziguang's doubts with one sentence.
Surrounded by the team members, the three of them came downstairs and started the medical team's large truck. Liu Ziguang chose the truck on his own initiative. There was vandalism and looting going on outside. If there was an emergency, the high-powered truck could directly hit it.
Seeing them about to go out, the hotel manager quickly came over to dissuade them. He told everyone that it was very chaotic outside now. The Wendu people took up arms to expel and kill the Kaye people. This was a humanitarian disaster. If they went out now, their safety could not be guaranteed.
, only staying in a hotel with more white people is safe.
"But we can't sit still, thank you." Captain Gu jumped into the truck without hesitation. Liu Ziguang stuffed the shotgun under the seat and drove the car himself. This large-displacement American general-purpose truck is very powerful, and there is a lot of space in the cab.
This feeling of condescension is far beyond what an off-road vehicle can match.
The truck drove out of the hotel and headed towards the Western Saddamoa National Government Building. The scene along the way was shocking. The people who used to live and work in peace and contentment now turned into thugs holding open fire. Countless black youths waved wooden sticks, iron bars, and rubber cutting knives and shouted.
They rushed to the streets, overturned cars, smashed shop windows, looted supplies, and beat the Kaye people.
San Juan is the largest city in Western Saddamoa. Nearly half of the country’s population lives in this city. Unlike the tribes that live in groups, in San Juan City, the Wendu and Kaye tribes live together.
The population ratio is basically the same, and the two ethnic groups have been fighting each other since the distant colonial era. In the 1960s and 1970s, Western Saddamoa was also at the forefront of the Cold War. The two ethnic groups became agents of the United States and the Soviet Union, and fought for a whole
Twenty years of civil war.
Under such historical conditions, all it takes is a spark to reignite the fire. Although we don’t know why these Wendu people took to the streets, what is certain is that they must have been supported by the Wendu military president Kuba, because when they killed people
While they were setting fires and doing whatever they wanted, the soldiers and policemen sat around and smoked.
Fortunately, the Wendu mob only targeted the shops owned by the Kaye tribe. When they saw three foreigners sitting in the truck, they did not cause any trouble to them. They were only stopped by the police when passing through the intersection and extorted thousands of dollars from them.
Peso was back on the road.
Finally, we arrived at the entrance of the National Ministry of Medicine and Health. It was a European-style white bungalow with a yard and a garden, surrounded by a circle of green shrubs. The bright Sissadamoa flag was flying high on the roof.
But there was no one at the door.
Liu Ziguang stopped the truck and looked around vigilantly. After confirming that it was safe, he let Captain Gu and Mai Jiaxuan get out of the truck. He guarded the door with a gun and let them go in to negotiate with the Minister of Health.
There are only three hospitals in this country, and there are no more than fifty licensed doctors. The authority of the Minister of Health is inferior to that of county health directors in China, but if you want to get help from the government, you must coordinate with the Minister. Captain Gu and Mai Jiaxuan
I walked into the door of the Ministry of Health and was about to knock on the office door when I saw a body lying on the grass in the yard. He was wearing a dressy beige short-sleeved shirt and white leather shoes. There was a bullet hole on the back of the head and blood was pouring out.
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Captain Gu walked over, squatted down and inspected the body. He raised his head and said calmly: "The minister is dead."
Mai Jiaxuan was shocked: "How could this happen? He is a government minister."
"But he is also a member of the Kaye tribe. He was shot in the back of the head and was obviously executed. I didn't expect this civil strife to be so serious. It seems that our plan will change." Captain Gu sighed, not knowing that he was sighing at the death of the minister.
, still worried about the future of the medical team.
"Then what should we do? We can't sit still and wait for death. We must find a way quickly!" Mai Jiaxuan was so anxious that he was spinning around.
"Calm down, I'm thinking of a way." Captain Gu frowned and considered for a long time, then turned around and went out resolutely.
"Where to go?" Mai Jiaxuan shouted after him.
"Go to the Presidential Palace and find President Kuba." Captain Gu said without looking back.
Mai Jiaxuan hesitated for a while and then followed.
After getting on the truck, Liu Ziguang wondered: "So fast?"
"The minister was executed."
Ziguang didn't make a fuss, just responded softly, started the car and asked, "Where are we going now?"
"Go to the presidential palace to negotiate, and even important government officials can be executed. This country is in chaos, and we must leave immediately."
"Okay, show me the way." Liu Ziguang drove the truck all the way to the Presidential Palace, but was stopped by the army a block away from the Presidential Palace.
Two Toyota pickup trucks were parked on the street, with Soviet-style Deshka large-caliber machine guns mounted in the carriages. The soldiers stood ready. Captain Gu took Mai Jiaxuan down to negotiate, while Liu Ziguang stayed in the car, ready to reverse and leave at any time without turning off the truck.
In the distance is the former Royal Palace, now the Presidential Palace. There are sandbags piled at the gate, a machine gun mounted, and barbed wire stretched on the wall. It seems that it has entered a defensive state.
The guarding soldiers did not speak Portuguese, and Mai Jiaxuan did not speak the Wendu language. They could not communicate at all. Although Captain Gu showed his passport and documents, these uneducated Qiu Ba did not know the words at all and were rude.
Pushed them aside.
Captain Gu was at her wits' end and remembered running around. Suddenly, a piece of today's newspaper floated over. She picked it up, looked at it, and asked Mai Jiaxuan, "Mai Mai, what's the news in it?"
Mai Jiaxuan took the newspaper and browsed it, and said in surprise: "It's not good. The high priest of the Wendu tribe was assassinated and President Kuba was seriously injured. No wonder the situation suddenly deteriorated today."
There are very few religious believers in Western Saddamoa. Only a small number of white-collar workers in the city are believers. Most of the citizens believe in primitive religions. The status of the high priest of the Wendu tribe is equivalent to the spiritual leader of the people. His assassination
The death was even more shocking than the death of the king.
Captain Xiagu now understood everything. The Western Government was in chaos and no one would care about the medical team. She jumped onto the truck with a serious expression and said, "Go back."
"Aren't you looking for the president?" Liu Ziguang asked while reversing the car.
"The president was seriously injured and the high priest of the Wendu tribe died. I think this is probably a conspiracy." Captain Gu said.
Liu Ziguang turned on the radio, and there was a roar from the speaker. Someone was giving a speech in the Wendu language. Although he could not understand what was being said, he could clearly hear that the speaker was bewitching and inciting.
After turning off the radio, Liu Ziguang turned the steering wheel and drove towards the fork in the road. Captain Gu asked him: "Where are you going?"
"Buy some food, I predict this disaster will get worse, so be prepared for a rainy day."
When he drove to the door of the largest food store in San Juan, even Liu Ziguang was shocked. Everything in the store had been swept away. Empty baskets, rotten fruits and spilled rice were all over the floor, and the store owner and his
The whole family was hung on the hooks that were usually used to pierce flesh.
A family of more than ten people, ranging from elders in their 70s to 80s, and children as young as five or six, were all brutally murdered. Even Liu Ziguang couldn't stand this tragic situation, especially a novice like Mai Jiaxuan.
Crouching in the back of the truck, I vomited wildly.
"Why? Why is this like this?" Captain Gu's lips trembled, and his eyes flashed with angry flames.
"That's what national vendetta is." Liu Ziguang said calmly, untied the rope and put the bodies down one by one.
"But they are from the Wendu tribe. Why do they even kill people of their own tribe?"
"Maybe not." Liu Ziguang pointed to the shopkeeper's wife and said: "His wife should be from the Kaye tribe. The thugs have more reason to kill such a traitor from the Wendu tribe. Of course, in the final analysis, it is his wealth that is to blame.
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Captain Gu was silent and stopped talking after getting into the truck. Liu Ziguang was also silent and drove straight to the hotel. He encountered several arson attacks on the road, but he did not stop. This was not a jungle, and the other party was not a lone soldier.
, but hundreds of thugs. If they take action rashly, they will not only fail to save others, but will also harm themselves.
Suddenly, he braked hard and reversed quickly. In the rearview mirror, he saw a chubby old white man holding a black child and running for his life, followed by a group of murderous Wendu thugs, machetes blazing under the African sun.
Shining with pale light.
Liu Ziguang jumped out of the car, picked up a shotgun and fired into the air. The thugs were frightened, but when they found out that he was only firing a warning shot, they rushed over again screaming. This time Liu Ziguang was no longer polite and shot him to death.
The guy at the front walked forward, loaded the gun with a clatter, and continued shooting. The bullets spread out, causing the thugs to turn around and run away.
The old man was exhausted and fell down in front of Liu Ziguang. The black child in his arms was crying. He was only two or three years old.
"Mr. Wood, your shotguns are very powerful. These shots were fired for you. Can I get a refund?" Liu Ziguang slowly loaded the gun with bullets and said a cold joke that was not funny at all.
"Bruce Liu, thank you. If you show up one second later, they will chop me into pieces." George Wood stretched out a hand and asked Liu Ziguang to pull him up.
Although the driver's seat of the truck is spacious, it is a bit nervous to seat four people and a child. Liu Ziguang said to Mai Jiaxuan without hesitation: "Get down and sit in the truck."
"Why should I take the carriage?" Mai Jiaxuan shouted unconvinced.
"Because you are not a driver, a lady, an elderly person or a child. If you don't want to sit in the carriage, just walk back. Those black people will be happy to pop your anus!"
Mai Jiaxuan's face turned pale and shocked by Liu Ziguang's unbridled intimidation. Without a word, he jumped out of the cab and climbed into the trunk.