"Mr. Mattak, I will happily cooperate with you in the future."
After getting what he wanted, Xu Chuan patted the other party's shoulder affectionately.
"Don't worry, I will help you hide Dr. Claire's father, and you can continue to get the benefits there."
Xu Chuan put away the camera. This thing is very valuable now.
It contains a lot of dirty work that Mattak has done over the years. Of course, this thing is definitely not complete, and it can't be considered much evidence.
But when they do their work, when do they need evidence?
Let's not talk about anything else. Let's leave this matter to Dr. Claire's father. It would be strange that the arms dealer didn't bring someone over to kill him.
Is it really such a bluffing title to be Sudan’s Deputy Minister of Internal Affairs?
"I don't care whether the people behind you are British or Americans. If they can kill you, I can do the same. I can give you more than they can give you."
"So, how to choose, I hope you are a smart person."
Xu Chuan sat opposite Mattak with a smile on his face, as if he was chatting with a familiar business partner.
If the opponent's face wasn't covered with injuries and several gunshots were pointed at his head, the scene would be much more normal.
Mattak could only nod. He finally realized that he, the so-called senior official of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, was nothing in the eyes of these people.
He can indeed deploy troops to encircle and suppress these people after he returns, but what happens after that?
According to their intelligence, Umbrella has already established a firm foothold in South Africa, plus their influence in North Africa such as Lipia and Morocco.
Even if you drive these people away, they can still come back.
Aren’t those Europeans and Americans also doing these things?
Who to be a dog for is just a matter of price.
Sudan has a population of only over 40 million, but its cabinet has 26 people.
Everyone has the same purpose, which is to make money desperately and sell everything they can, even several times.
If he doesn't want the dollars in front of him, someone else will definitely grab them.
Well, Mattak is self-consistent.
…
"BOSS, is this okay?"
After coming out of the hotel, Fiennes was a little worried. Their action this time was very hasty and not rigorous at all.
He felt that it was child's play to control the senior officials of a country in this way.
"You misunderstood. I am not controlling him, I am negotiating business with him."
Um, okay, BOSS's way of talking about business is really unique.
Xu Chuan knew that the other party did not understand.
In business, there is buying and selling. If you want to sell something, you must at least find the right person. But sometimes many people don't even have the means to find the right person.
When he learned that this matter was related to this Matak, he immediately knew that this was an opportunity to pry open the connections within Sudan.
What he wants to tell the other person is two things, I have money, and I can kill you.
As for the video, it just gave the other party an excuse to compromise.
It is indeed a bit simple and crude, but after suppressing the internal problems of Nansudan, Umbrella will of course turn his attention to the oil pipelines and refineries leading to the northern seaport, and Sudan cannot bypass it.
Using Matak, a local snake, to open up relationships with Sudan's top brass is what Xu Chuan wants to get.
He does not have so much time to negotiate or bargain with the other party. Billions of dollars have been invested. If the Sudan dares to hinder him, he will dare to change these cabinet members.
His people found a truck, loaded all the bodies in the hotel, and transported them out of the city.
As for the remaining problems, Mattak will solve them himself.
Mattak in the hotel was holding a phone at this time and calling Gerald Crawford, Dr. Claire's father.
"Hey, Crawford, my friend."
He said while wiping the blood on his face, "I'm sorry, something happened to your daughter before. A group of rebels attacked the medical clinic."
Mattak paused deliberately here.
The man on the other side of the phone cursed in a low voice, and then asked anxiously, "Mattak, please tell me that Claire is not injured."
"Of course, we are best friends. I sacrificed more than a dozen guards to save her..."
Ten minutes later he hung up the phone. Gerald Crawford said he would go to Darfur immediately. This time he should be able to earn hundreds of thousands more.
…
The Rizagat tribe in South Darfur is considered the base camp of the Janjaweed.
The history of the Janjaweed can be traced back to the Chadian War in the 1980s. The then President of Chad and those who opposed him recruited a large number of Arab nomadic tribesmen from the Darfur region in eastern Chad to fight.
This is basically the origin of the Janjaweed, and due to the severe drought that occurred in Darfur later.
Serious conflicts occurred between nomadic tribes and black farmers settled in Darfur, and the Janjaweed further developed and expanded.
Among them, the late Captain Cardo provided a lot of financial and technical support to the Janjaweed.
In the late 1980s, independent thoughts emerged in the Darfur region, the most famous of which was the SPLA, which is now the Zhi Zheng Tan of South Sudan.
They advocated overthrowing the government and abolishing Islamic law, which of course led to conflicts with the local Alabo tribe.
The most brutal fight against the SPLA was the Janjaweed, which represented the interests of the local nomadic tribes.
After the establishment of South Sudan, some northerners in the SPLA did not join South Sudan as nationalities, but established the SPLA Northern Orange, which evolved into the current rebel organization in North Sudan.
Therefore, generally speaking, the Janjaweed are local armed forces supported by the Sudanese government.
It even directly takes orders from the current president and accepts the command of the Sudanese intelligence agency. To a large extent, it can be regarded as the president's private army.
They control most of the gold mines in Darfur and are the absolute Turkish emperors in this region.
The current leader is Muhammad Ham, who was born in the Regazat tribe and is fifty years old this year.
He is not tall, even a little thin, but he has a pair of very shrewd eyes.
He doesn't look like a big warlord, but more like a small businessman.
"Tahir is dead?"
Muhammad Ham, who was drinking tea in the tent, received not-so-good news.
Tahir was his commander in North Darfur. His death directly left the Janjaweed in the northern region in a state of disorganization and command.
As the largest warlord in Sudan, he knew very well what it was like for the Janjaweed to lose their command.
They can indeed fight, but their military discipline is also very poor. No, it should be said that they have no military discipline. They burn, kill, loot and commit all kinds of crimes.
A hungry wolf without a chain will disrupt the entire North Darfur.
"It's not a big problem. Let them come out for air. After seven days, we will send someone over to let Tahir's deputy take over as commander."
Muhammad Ham said calmly.
However, his men seemed embarrassed, "It was not just Tahir who died, he was with his personal guards at the time..."
He didn't say the rest, but Mohammed Ham already understood that someone had taken over the northern Janjaweed headquarters.
This is different from the death of a Tahir, which means that the difficulty of gathering these rebels will increase exponentially in the future.
"Who did it?"
Muhammad Ham's expression became serious.
His men shook their heads, "It's not clear yet, but I heard that Tahir had contacted Mattak from the Internal Affairs Department before."
Muhammad Ham narrowed his eyes, of course Matake Ahmed knew.
If you count, this guy is still your superior.
"This greedy guy..."
He took a deep breath and already had some ideas in his mind.
But before he contacted the other party, Mattak's phone number came first.
"Hamm, are you crazy? Did you instigate Tahir's attack on the international medical team protected by the peacekeepers?"
Mattak made an information gap and directly blamed the dead Tahir on the matter.
Muhammad Ham looked puzzled. Could it be that he was overthinking this matter?
His tone remained unchanged, "How is this possible to attack the medical team? There is no need for the Janjaweed to do this."
"Then you go find a TV and watch the news. This is the last time I will wipe your butt."
Mattak hung up the phone pretending to be angry.
Harm listened to the busy signal from the phone, and his mood finally had some ups and downs.
He looked at his bodyguard and said, "Go bring a TV here."
…
"We still don't know who attacked the medical team. It's too early to draw conclusions..."
This medical aid activity is the last important project of UN this year and has attracted attention from all aspects.
Of course, this attack could not be concealed. Matak was very smart and immediately called the media to try his best to blame the rebel organizations on the incident.
Anyway, those corpses were almost eaten by wild animals.
"We received the intelligence as soon as possible and exchanged fire with those people when we rushed to support with the peacekeeping troops."
"The government army sacrificed more than a dozen people to defeat the rebels."
"The peacekeeping forces have not participated in military operations. Our operations are all conducted within the framework of the UN."
The commander of the Zhengfu Army and the commander of the peacekeeping force are being interviewed.
And Mattak is doing Dr. Claire's ideological work.
"Dr. Claire Somersby, I must remind you that your father came to me more than once and asked me to revoke your entry qualifications."
"However, I did not do this. I know that as an MSF doctor with a noble personality, I should not be treated like this."
Claire looked angry, "You bastards."
The purpose of saying it so nicely is not to stop her from telling the truth.
Matak held an ice pack in his hand and applied it to his face, "But you also concealed your father. He is an arms dealer who smuggles weapons into Darfur."
If the kind word before was to give the other party a sweet date, now it is a threat.
Claire Summersby gritted her teeth, "He is not my father."
In her heart, this father is a stain on her life.
Matak shook his head, "Bloodline is something that none of us can deny."
Dr. Claire took a deep breath and said, "Okay, I will keep my mouth shut."
Mattak nodded, "Believe me, madam, your decision is absolutely correct."
After saying what needed to be said, Claire Summersby quickly left the tent that suffocated her.
Wu Wei, who was standing outside, wanted to follow, but was directly held back by Xu Chuan.
"What did you do in the past? She needs to be quiet now."
Wu Wei sighed, "Claire is really a very good doctor. I always feel that you are bullying people."
"ha……"
Xu Chuan smiled, then reached out and pinched the other person's cheek.
"Little one, where are you from?"
Wu Wei laughed and threw herself into the other person's arms, "Of course it's from your side."
…
Gerald Crawford flew to Darfur the next day.
The arms dealer thought about it all night, and the more he thought about it, the more wrong he became.
How could that greedy guy from Matak sacrifice a dozen guards for her daughter?
And why the rebel organization would go after Claire, Doctors Without Borders, makes no sense at all.
Based on his many years of experience, this guy should be plotting against his daughter.
Gerald Crawford now regrets very much that he should not have told Claire about his relationship at that time.
All he felt now was fear. Fortunately, he was protected by the peacekeeping force, otherwise Claire would have been in danger.
He came here today just to take his daughter away. He must not stay in this place any longer.
Claire was lucky enough to escape once, but she would never be able to escape the second time.
His car drove straight to the peacekeeping force camp, showed his UN ID to the sentry and drove directly in.
The medical team has not left for the clinic today, of course because of the riots in the Janjaweed in the North Darfur region.
No one knew why, but they began to attack nearby towns and villages indiscriminately, and exchanged fire with both rebel organizations and government troops.
Therefore, the rescue activities of the medical team can only be temporarily suspended.
Xu Chuan didn't understand why killing a group of Janjaweed was like poking a hornet's nest.
But if the sky falls, there will naturally be a tall man to hold it up, so he is not in a hurry.
Gerald Crawford found a person in charge of the medical team and asked him where Claire was.
The other party pointed to the operating room converted from a shipping container.
Although the medical team cannot go to a clinic 20 kilometers away, there is still a lot of work to do.
People in the city and refugees are also the targets of their rescue.
After thanking the other party and walking towards the surgery, I saw two MRAPs parked under the camouflage net.
Of course what he paid attention to was not the car, but the pattern on it.
Red and white umbrella, a pattern used by Umbrella military units.
How did they get here?
Crawford was a little surprised and confused. Why didn't Mattak mention this on the phone yesterday?
"Crawford, long time no see."
Before he could continue thinking, Mattak's voice sounded behind him.
Crawford turned around and saw the Sudanese Deputy Minister of Internal Affairs with a bruised nose and a swollen face.
This guy didn't seem to care about his image. He pointed at the two MRAPs and said, "Can't you transport some of these?"
"When did Umbrella arrive?"
"Don't worry, I only found out last night that they are one of the sponsors of this medical team."