George Wood took the black child rescued from the manor from the lady next to him, thanked him, and said to Attorney Douglas: "Why do you think so?"
Douglas said: "Your estate is heavily in debt. It owes billions of pesos in government taxes alone, not counting the wages of those workers, unpaid machinery, equipment and tools. You only used one peso to deduct such a huge debt."
Isn't it a bad heart to transfer the burden of a young man to an innocent young man?"
Mr. Wood shrugged and said: "William, you can't look at the problem this way. Just because I'm not doing well in business doesn't mean that others are not doing well. I think this young man is very motivated and might make a name for himself in Western Sadamoa.
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Lawyer Douglas smiled bitterly and said: "I'm afraid that he, the new plantation owner, will not survive that day. I am afraid that the chaos in Western Saddamoa will last for a long time. There is no oil, no gold here, only barren land."
With the idle mob, the international community will abandon this place, just wait and see, George, your contract will harm him."
"That's not necessarily true. The contract cannot bind him. He can leave San Juan and return to his own country. Can General Kuba still pursue China to demand taxes? I just gave him a chance. At the same time,
It also gives my manor a chance. I don’t want the plantation that I have worked so hard to run to be destroyed in the hands of those niggas.”
"May God bless him." Douglas closed his eyes and lay on his seat and stopped talking.
The bus that the white people were riding in left, and the hotel lobby immediately seemed empty, not because the number of people was reduced, but because there was a lack of backbone. Although Western Saddamoa has been independent for many years, white people still make up the main body of San Juan's upper class.
Most of them are doctors, lawyers, entrepreneurs, and big businessmen, and they control the economic lifeline of the entire country. Moreover, they hold passports from European countries, and the military and police dare not offend them easily. If there are white people around, St.
The safety of the Juan Hotel is guaranteed. If they leave, the hotel will be in danger.
The white general manager of the hotel also ran away, leaving only the black manager to maintain operations. He summoned the security guards, cooks, drivers, and waiters to lecture, saying that it wouldn't take long for San Juan to regain peace and that the white manager would come back.
I hope everyone will not participate in the riots and do their jobs well. You will definitely be rewarded when the time comes.
The hotel staff listened to his lecture in panic. No one spoke. After he finished speaking, they went back to work. A temporarily organized security team was on duty at the hotel entrance with baseball bats and golf clubs. The entrance was already in use.
Sandbags were set up, leaving only one lane.
Liu Ziguang sat on the sofa, holding the contract in his hand, thinking quickly in his mind that operating a plantation in such a war-torn country was definitely not a good business, otherwise that old fox Wood would never have bought it for the symbolic price of 10,000 pesos.
The industry was given to him for free, and the only thing he could count on was the mineral discovered by Anderson. Thinking of this, he pinched a small piece of black ore in his pocket and prepared to get up and go to the mission hospital to get Anderson's laptop. The secret of the mineral must be in
There.
Just as he was about to stand up, the lobby manager came over, stretched out his hand to Liu Ziguang and said, "Hello, Mr. Liu, can I have a few words with you?"
Liu Ziguang shook hands with him and said, "Of course, Mr. Santiago."
"Just call me Paul. I think you are well aware of the current situation. You foreigners are the only ones left in the hotel. As long as you are here, those thugs will not dare to come in. So I venture to beg you, don't abandon us.
I know this is outrageous, but..."
Having said this, Paul sighed and held his head. The young black manager was under great pressure. Running around for days had exhausted his energy, and he didn't even have time to change his suit when it got dirty.
"I'm not the team leader, so I have no right to make the decision. You can try to find that lady." Liu Ziguang pointed to Captain Gu, who was rescuing the wounded.
"Thank you." Paul went over to find Captain Gu, and Liu Ziguang also got up and went to Fang Fei, handed her the contract and the ore and said, "Take it, this is our family's new industry."
Fang Fei took it seriously and asked, "Where are you going again?"
"Go to the mission hospital, the mob will probably attack there."
"Be careful."
…
When Liu Ziguang drove a Land Rover through extremely dangerous neighborhoods and arrived at the mission hospital, the place had been looted by thugs. The Kaye patients were beheaded on the hospital bed, blood flowed all over the floor, and the room was filled with thick blood.
The smell of blood, no one alive.
Liu Ziguang searched carefully with a Remington in his hand, and finally found Anderson in the morgue. The poor geological prospector had turned into a cold corpse, but the thugs did not let him go and took away his shirt and leather shoes.
The empty backpack was thrown on the ground, with only a few black ores and the laptop missing.
Helpless, Liu Ziguang had no choice but to drive back. On the road not far from the hospital, he found an overturned ambulance. The red cross on the vehicle was extremely eye-catching, and the logo printed on the rear of the vehicle was exactly the same as the one at the entrance of the mission hospital.
He quickly got out of the car to take a look and found that Dr. Victoria was trapped in the car, the car body was deformed, a steel beam pressed her leg, and she was dying.
"Doctor, hold on a little longer and I'll save you." Liu Ziguang went back to the Land Rover to get a crowbar and a shovel, but he was disappointed to find that these two tools were completely useless. Any shock would bring deeper pain to Victoria.
harm.
He had an idea, took out a few bullets, pulled out the warheads, poured out the gunpowder, piled it on the end of the steel beam, ignited it, and created a small explosion to break the steel beam, and then rescued Victoria.
Dr. Victoria's leg was seriously injured, but fortunately the aorta was not injured. There was a first aid kit in the ambulance. She instructed Liu Ziguang to tie her leg and release it every fifteen minutes.
"The wound must be sutured immediately, otherwise my leg will not be saved."
"No problem, I'll take you to the San Juan Hotel right away. There's a medical team there."
As he spoke, Liu Ziguang picked up Victoria and put her backpack in his car, and drove towards the hotel quickly. However, the road ahead was blocked by a burning bus, and there were groups of mobs approaching in the distance.
The weapons in their hands have been replaced by guns, from sticks and machetes to AK47s.
Liu Ziguang quickly reversed the car and took a detour, taking as many remote roads as possible. As he walked, he noticed that the buildings were full of crows. The big black birds were like messengers from hell, watching them ruthlessly.
The car turned a corner and Liu Ziguang suddenly stepped on the brakes. Victoria struggled to get up and asked, "What's wrong?"
Liu Ziguang didn't say anything, but pointed in front of him. Victoria sat upright and took a look. She immediately covered her mouth and exclaimed: "Oh God!"
The streets were full of corpses, people were piled on top of each other, the smell of blood hit your nose, and swarms of crows were circling in the sky. The scene was like hell.
Liu Ziguang got out of the car and looked at all this in shock. These victims were undoubtedly Kaye tribesmen, including men, women, old and young. There were thousands of them in the darkness.
"Oh God, God." Victoria trembled, tears welling up in her eyes.
"This is genocide." Liu Ziguang said.
"Can you help me take pictures of them? I want the international community to know what happened here." Victoria tremblingly handed over a SLR camera.
Liu Ziguang silently took the camera and photographed the scene after the massacre from various angles. After taking dozens of photos, he returned the camera to Victoria, started the car, took a deep breath and said: "I want to take photos from them."
Press on me."
"No! Please, don't hurt them anymore." Victoria covered her face and cried.
"There is no way, the Wendu militia has discovered us." Liu Ziguang pointed to the rearview mirror, and a group of rioters waving weapons were running over.
The Land Rover ran over a whole street of corpses, the carriage rose and fell, and the feeling under the wheels made people feel extremely uncomfortable. Victoria closed her eyes in pain, and Liu Ziguang stared straight ahead, gritting his steel teeth.
Finally getting rid of the pursuers, the Land Rover's tires were stained with blood. When they drove to the door of the hotel, the waiters and cleaners were stunned. After hearing the news, Paul came out and exclaimed: "Oh my God, you are bleeding from the mountain of corpses."
Did it come out of the sea?"
"You're right, Paul." Liu Ziguang jumped out of the car and hugged Victoria. Two waiters immediately rushed over to pick up the injured and brought him to first aid.
"Where are the other people in the hospital?" Paul asked confusedly after seeing that there was no one else in the car.
"They are all dead, how is the situation here?" Liu Ziguang said.
"The situation worsened again. General Kuba called on all the Wendu people on the radio to rise up and kill all the Kayes and establish a single nation state for the Wendu people. He announced the establishment of a Wendu militia and personally served as the commander-in-chief. It is said that this
There are five thousand people in the army!" Paul nervously introduced the situation to Liu Ziguang. There were not many people in the hotel who could discuss matters, and Liu Ziguang was one of them.
"Kuba doesn't believe in the army anymore?" Liu Ziguang asked.
"The Kaye soldiers in the army have defected and the police system has been paralyzed. He can only rely on the militia."
As he was talking, there was a noise outside. It turned out that the white people who took the bus to the airport were returning in a panic. They poured into the hotel and sat in the lobby in shock. George Wood ran to the bar and ordered three glasses of whiskey in a row before he drank it down.
Still panicking, he wiped the blood from his face and said to Liu Ziguang: "There are no planes in the airport. There are militiamen everywhere. God knows where they got so many weapons, including automatic rifles."
"There's no plane? Mulligan's plane isn't there either? I remember his plane's engine broke down and it probably wasn't repaired that quickly." Liu Ziguang asked.
"Old Jenny is still there, but it was confiscated by the army. I didn't see Mulligan. Maybe he was killed by the soldiers." Wood poured another glass of wine and said.
Suddenly there was a noise at the door, and what I had been worried about finally happened. Wendu militiamen came to take over the hotel.