"Owen, you go to the military airport on the outskirts of Kigali. I will land there later. I also brought some useful things there, and then your friends will leave on that plane..."
Yuri was very energetic, and soon he notified Owen that the big plane was ready. But Owen's side was not good enough. The number of people being escorted increased from three to dozens, and most of them were Tutsi.
It is not easy to leave Kigali safely from Hutu-controlled Kigali.
Half an hour later, a mercenary team of thirty people from the Moscow Hotel came to the Rwanda Hotel to join Owen and others. Bayev introduced the commander of the team to Owen.
With the addition of these thirty people, Owen's side's force increased greatly, and vehicles were ready. Owen began to organize his men to retreat.
"You can't take this. I told you that you can only take the minimum amount of luggage, one cloth bag per person. You may lose your money or your life..."
The ghost violently threw a woman's luggage aside. The evacuees lined up in two lines to get on the bus. Many people ran for their lives and even thought of taking all their belongings with them. They didn't have a good look towards such a ghost.
"Listen, let me say it again, everyone can only bring a small amount of luggage. Too much luggage will slow down our retreat. If anyone thinks about moving again, I will kick him out of the car..."
Someone acted evil, and the team got on the bus much faster. Many people compared the miserable situation in front of them and consciously threw away their extra luggage.
Outside, several military vehicles arrived. People in the Moscow Hotel and Omega all took defensive postures. Paul stood out from the crowd at this time and said, "Don't shoot, don't shoot, it's Colonel Orum..."
An off-road vehicle stopped, a black officer wearing sunglasses got out of the vehicle, and Paul went to meet him.
This person is the government army officer who temporarily provided shelter here by accepting bribes. Needless to say, the guards guarding here must have informed him of the situation here.
"You want to leave?"
The government army officer was a little angry. While speaking, he looked sideways at the nearby armed men. There was also a truckload of soldiers coming with him. Although the soldiers did not assume an attacking posture, they still maintained enough respect for the people in the Moscow Hotel and Omega.
of alertness.
Paul knew that he felt the fat from his mouth flew away, so he said with a smile: "These are the mercenaries who came to pick us up and leave..."
Paul specifically emphasized the identity of mercenaries, because if people like Owen were the United Nations army, then public opinion and diplomatic influence would have to be taken into account, but mercenaries would not care about this. They charge money to do things, and anyone who hinders them will be against them.
If money is against you, even the government troops will attack you.
The officer did frown when he heard the mercenary's identity. If it was a United Nations peacekeeping force, he wouldn't be afraid, but mercenaries are a bit hard to say. Military courts and diplomatic disputes can't scare these people. These guys only care about money.
It was not a good idea for him to bring people here. The Rwanda Hotel is like his personal wallet. As long as he is properly protected, good cigarettes, wine and US dollars will continue to flow into his pocket. But now this wallet actually wants to bring him
He wanted to leave with his money, and Orum was not prepared to let them get their wish.
However, the presence of mercenaries made him hesitate. He knew very well the combat effectiveness of his men. Against these professional and life-threatening guys, it was a matter of doubt whether he would win or not.
"Colonel Orum, we are leaving. There are still some high-end tobacco and alcohol in the hotel. In order to thank you for your help during this time, I would like to give these things to you, and I hope you will not refuse..."
Seeing the officer's unhappy expression, Paul immediately said in a timely manner that since he was appointed as the manager of this hotel, he naturally understands the ways of the world. Although he knew that the officer would probably not be able to prevent them from leaving, he still needed to give them an appropriate step.
Soon, hotel staff came over carrying two large cardboard boxes. Paul ordered people to load the things directly into the officer's car, and then said with a smile: "Your Excellency, Colonel, the massacre in Rwanda has aroused concern in Western society.
I am strongly dissatisfied. My friends abroad said that their country is already discussing the possibility of military intervention. The government forces will definitely be liquidated by then. But don’t worry, if that day comes, I and everyone who is sheltered by you in this hotel will be
Those who stand up to speak for you are different from them..."
If those high-end tobacco and alcohol only gave Colonel Orum a step up, then what Paul just said made him have to think about it carefully.
As people at that time, they also knew that a massacre of this scale could not continue for a long time, and there would be a day of reckoning, and then these people might really come in handy.
After thinking about this, the officer patted Paul on the shoulder: "We are friends, and we should help each other. I came here to see you off..."
The officer got into the car and left after being coy and pretentious. Owen saw how Paul tricked the officer into leaving. He had to admire him for keeping the hotel safe to this day. He really had two tricks up his sleeve.
"Let's go~"
After the people were loaded into the truck, the ghost waved and the lead truck started. A convoy of seven vehicles drove out of the Rwanda Hotel. A worker closed the door of the hotel after the convoy left. Then he looked at the convoy leaving and waved goodbye.
They are Hutu and do not need to retreat.
The convoy moved forward unobstructed. It must be said that the appearance of the convoy was quite intimidating. The ones leading and trailing behind were armed pickup trucks and open-top off-road vehicles. You could clearly see the heavily armed soldiers inside.
Moreover, the people in the car were all foreigners, and they would not stop them at all if they encountered ordinary government soldiers.
In the middle of the convoy were two large trucks covered with tarpaulins, and no one knew what was inside.
The process of leaving the city went smoothly. When I passed the city gate, my heart was pounding. I just impatiently patted the car door and the soldier guarding the car door and let me go.
Following Yuri's instructions, the car drove all the way to a military airport outside the city. The soldiers at the airport seemed not to see them and allowed the convoy to drive directly onto the runway.
Ten minutes later, a large cargo plane began to land. After the plane came to a stop, the lift door at the tail of the plane opened, and Yuri walked out surrounded by a group of people.
"Long time no see, Owen..."
Owen went up to Yuri and hugged him, then nodded to Barney and others next to him.
"Oh, these are all your people?"
Yuri was a little surprised at the manpower on Owen's side. He had seen the Omega team, but what about the others?
"Yes."
Irving did not explain too much. Although there was no need to keep the identity of the Moscow hotel secret, there was no need to make it so clear either.
"You amaze me more and more..."
Yuri felt that he had underestimated Irving before. He originally thought that his team should be quite capable, but now it seems that he has quite a few people under his command.
"Come on, let me show you the good things I brought..."
Yuri said and led everyone towards the tail of the plane. When he saw something, Owen had to whistle. This guy actually brought a tank. In addition, there were densely packed and countless munitions.
"Haha, I said I wanted him to feel the anger of the arms dealers. If I don't show off my muscles to them, they think I'm a weakling who's being slaughtered..."