The escort holding Lutulu was driving along a bumpy dirt road.
Because of the uneven road, the carriage would bump from time to time. It was uncomfortable to be thrown up and down while sitting in a carriage that had no shock-absorbing effect at all. It felt like it could throw away a person's overnight meal.
Have to spit it out.
In the carriage, there were a total of four soldiers guarding Lutulu. There were two people beside Lutulu, two soldiers holding pump-action shotguns, sitting at attention. There were two soldiers sitting opposite Lutulu.
Each hand holds an AK-47 automatic rifle.
Lutulu privately leaked important information to the Japanese armed forces, which resulted in repeated attacks on the peacekeeping medical troops, causing personnel and economic losses. This was enough to sentence Lutulu to life imprisonment or even death.
However, Lutulu, who was sitting in the carriage, did not seem to be worried about what he was facing. Luturu leaned against the carriage and closed his eyes slightly.
When the escort vehicle turned an intersection, the soldier driving the escort vehicle suddenly braked and stopped the car.
The soldier sitting in the co-pilot asked with some confusion: "What's wrong?"
The soldier driving the escort vehicle suddenly took out a pistol from under the seat, pointed it at the soldier on the co-pilot, and shot him.
Damn!
The bullet penetrated the head of the soldier on the passenger seat, and blood spattered on the door glass, making it a bright red.
The sudden sound of gunfire from the cab caused the expressions of several people sitting in the carriage to change. Lutulu, who had his eyes slightly closed, suddenly opened his eyes at this time and faced the person sitting opposite him.
The two soldiers winked, and the two soldiers sitting opposite Lutulu immediately picked up their AK-47 automatic rifles, pointed at the two soldiers sitting next to Lutulu, and pulled the triggers.
Da da da da…
Puff puff puff...
The bullets penetrated the bodies of the two soldiers, leaving several bullet holes in the carriage. The blood flying from the bodies of the two soldiers splashed on Luturu's face. Luturu was obviously in the face of the splash.
He didn't mind the blood on his face at all, and even showed his white teeth to the two soldiers sitting opposite him.
One of the soldiers took out the handcuff key and unlocked the handcuffs on Lutulu's wrists.
"Captain!" the soldier saluted Luturu and said.
Luturu picked up the shotgun that a soldier beside him had dropped on the ground, and said to the two soldiers: "Well done."
The jeep in front of the escort vehicle also stopped at this time. The major sitting in the passenger seat of the jeep immediately opened the door and stepped out of the car, pulled out his pistol and walked towards the escort vehicle. The soldier in the driver's seat also got out of the car and held his hand.
He followed the major with a pistol; however, the pistol in the soldier's hand was not aimed at the driver sitting in the escort car, but at the back of the major's head.
Damn!
The soldier who was following the major pulled the trigger on the back of the major's head. The bullet penetrated into the back of the major's head, completely shredded his brain, and then exited from the major's forehead, leaving a dark red bullet on his forehead.
Blood spurted out of the bullet hole one after another, and soon it covered his entire face. The major died without even having a chance to think.
The driver in the escort vehicle
He pushed the door open, jumped out of the car, walked to the carriage door, opened the carriage door with the key, and saluted Lutulu in the carriage: "Captain!"
"Not bad, you all did a good job!"
Lutulu jumped out of the escort vehicle with a shotgun and walked towards the jeep parked in front of the escort vehicle. When passing the major's body, Luturu pointed the shotgun at the bloody back of the major's head.
, just one shot.
Boo!
The bullet from the shotgun smashed the entire back of the major's head, and a piece of gray-white brain splattered on Lutulu's military boots. Lutulu shook his feet and shook off the things stuck on the military boots.
A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth and he said: "Want to arrest me? In the next life!"
Lutulu opened the passenger door of the jeep and got in. The other four soldiers got into the jeep one after another, started the jeep and left the scene.
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A small city in southwestern Congo (DRC).
It is only thirty kilometers away from Kinshasa, the capital of the Democratic Republic of the Congo, and it can be said to be the most chaotic place in the entire Democratic Republic of the Congo.
**Armed forces, gangsters, and prostitutes all hang out here. At nine o'clock in the evening local time, a local nightclub.
This is the largest and most luxurious nightclub in the city. As long as you have money, you can find enough fun in this nightclub. Drugs and women are not uncommon in this nightclub, and the transactions are aboveboard and without any cover-up.
Just like an ordinary and legitimate transaction. However, when playing with women here, you must use condoms and take protective measures. Otherwise, you will be beaten up by the nightclub's bouncers and then thrown into the dirty strip behind the nightclub.
On the stinking streets.
In some private rooms of nightclubs, local armed forces even took uncut diamonds and conducted arms transactions with arms dealers. Their transactions were also blatant.
Even though the entire Congo (DRC) is now facing an unprecedented threat of malaria epidemic, and the entire country is in chaos, it has not affected the business of this nightclub. For those arms dealers and anti-Japanese armed forces, they are not afraid of the Congo (DRC)
Falling into chaos, they even think that the current situation is not chaotic enough. The more chaotic the situation, the more opportunities they have to reap benefits.
In the nightclub hall, the DJ played deafening music. In a sense, it was no longer music, but noise. There were several steel pipes erected on the stage in the center of the hall, and several dancers wearing only bikinis were surrounding them.
He twisted his body on the steel pipe and made a few provocative movements from time to time, which immediately attracted bursts of whistles from the men in the audience.
The lights at the top of the hall were changing brilliant colors, but the lights became a little dim because of the smoke that smelled of poison emitted from the hall.
In a corner next to the stage, a black man took out a small plastic bag, picked out some white powder from it with his fingernails, put it on the paper, pressed his left nostril with one hand, and then inhaled hard through his right nostril.
He inhaled all the powder on the paper into his nose.
The drugs that were sucked into the black man's body soon took effect in his body. He felt as if he was stepping on a cloud, a little floating, and the picture he saw in front of him began to look a little...