Chapter 301

Africa.

South of the DRC.

A Toyota silver cross-country vehicle is speeding along a pothole road. It's not a rainforest on both sides, but a low bush. From time to time, there are some passing animals in the Bush, but they are scared to run to the other side. If they are not lucky, it can only be said that it's providence.

There are very few vehicles on the road.

In many places, the road that has been in disrepair has become a complete stone road.

Although this off-road car drives very fast.

But there's something faster.

"Diddiddiddidi... Oh Dada

A Nissan pickup "whistling" followed the flute and sped past the SUV. Behind it stood two black men with guns shooting at the sky.

When crossing the SUV, the two also arrogantly compared a middle finger, swearing, but was covered by the sound of gunfire.

Sometimes they met a bumpy pit, and they were nearly thrown higher than the carriage, while they held on to the rail tightly and shouted loudly, "have fun.".

There are five people sitting in Toyota's cross-country. They are all Africans. Their muscles are very strong. The clothes they wear are not ragged or disorderly, but a uniform black suit and sunglasses.

This is what Tang Qing asked before.

Soldiers should wear sunglasses when carrying out combat tasks, so as not to hang up in case of an emergency. It will be finished if they are regarded as aliens invading the earth. At that time, they will have to kill their mouths, which is very troublesome.

These are the five soldiers sent to this country to solve the mining hegemony.

The two silly forks knew that they had eaten flour and were in high spirits. Therefore, the soldiers didn't pay attention to them at all. If they dared to shoot at their cars, they would let them know what hand speed is.

The soldiers didn't take the plane, because there was no direct flight, so it's better to drive if we change planes.

However, the command room overestimated the complexity of the road traffic. Although the journey was dead, the road conditions were maddening. In addition, once the bridge was broken by explosion, it could only take a long detour, and there were often robbers and road bullies. In the end, it took nearly 20 hours to cross Rwanda and South Kivu province of Congo to the south of Maniema province.

It's only two hours faster than the plane.

That's it. It's still dozens of kilometers away from the mission goal.

It's five minutes after the biker galloped past.

The soldiers had the first trouble to enter Maniema province. Two pickup trucks were in the middle of the road, blocking the two lane road. One pickup truck, which seemed to have been waiting there for a long time, had two gangsters standing in the trunk of both pickup trucks. Now it's mid afternoon. Under the dazzling sunlight, several gangsters are a little reflective.

Obviously, they want to kill fat sheep.

Although these soldiers are also the faces of Africans, they have no sense of belonging. They only know to finish the task, and all those who hinder Tang Qing's progress should be eliminated.

"Stop it for me."

One of the Africans stood in front of him and shouted with a big horn, without any fear on his face. He also considered that if the people in the car with the windows closed could not hear it, he held up a large handwritten stop sign, which was quite conspicuous, but the words were a little ugly.

They are only fifty meters away from the soldier's car.

But the soldiers have no interest in stopping to talk nonsense with these people. Even normal people, who have seen so many bullies along the way, will not sympathize with these robbers, let alone the war machines without feelings.

Thirteen people.

It has already been marked by the command room and assigned tasks.

There are no innocent people here. It's the enemy who blocks the way of the soldiers, let alone it's too late. Because the time promised by Tang Qing is too long, the whole task is directly marked red from the general task and listed as an emergency task, so it's opened so fast. Anyone who wastes their time and has evil intentions should be quickly removed.

The copilot and the soldiers in the back seat immediately took out a pistol from their clothes.

Roll down the window.

In the face of the winning ticket in hand, the face of a happy face, ready to make a big hair.

Here comes death.

"Bang Bang..."

There was a great deal of gunfire.

Three soldiers together.

There's nothing to miss.

But for a second, before they could pull the trigger, they lay down forever.

Test the speed of the soldiers' hands.

That's dying.

"Stab."

The SUV turns around two cars and continues to drive towards the distant city, leaving behind two pickups without living people. As for the spoils? Ha-ha.

In this way, on the way of tens of kilometers, they met four robbers who wanted to rob them. They were all cleaned up like this. They were all robbers with blood in their hands. They killed them if they killed them.

And kill or bury.

In this war-torn African country, the command room has no scruples at all.

After paying the tolls, the car slowly drove into a small county, which is called the county, but it's small and pitiful. It's the size of a remote town in China, with poor infrastructure. Most people still live in the dense forest in the countryside, living a primitive life of hunting and gathering, and even many people will not go far in their lives, live here and die here.

Today is the day of the fair. The street is very busy. There are many kinds of peddlers, especially fruits. They are cheap. They don't even have scales.

Find a place to park the car, the soldiers changed their clothes and scattered in this place.

They need to know the basic information here, find a site, and at the same time, the transmission node has been on the plane. It is expected to arrive here in the morning. In order to catch up with the schedule, they need to take action tonight.

Time is pressing.

Just as the soldiers spread out to search for information.

A settlement three kilometers south of the county town.

This is the actual control of the small town of Karumba.

Many people with guns were on guard around the station.

A luxurious white brick and stone house is located in the middle, which is in sharp contrast to other mud embryo houses and grass houses.

In the huge basement, Karumba is having a lot of fun with some of his sweethearts, drinking small wine, holding "beauty" and watching the popular performances. From time to time, he also plays in person and dances with the music.

Just then his housekeeper came in.

He had seen nothing strange about the scene.

"Chief, something strange happened on the way from South Kivu this noon." Said the steward, stepping quickly.

"What a strange thing." "I don't think so," said the 39 year old, smoking a cigar.

"Those who collect tolls from foreigners are dead, and there are no witnesses. It seems that they were done by a group of people." The housekeeper whispered.

Karen was even less interested in it, and said: "anyway, it's not our people. If they die, they will die. Soon someone will replace them." These are local gangsters or gamblers, who extort money from other provinces, collect tolls and sometimes kill people. These people are despised and die when they die.

"Yes. Chief, by the way, the Chinese boss is coming. I heard that the mining equipment is already at sea. " The housekeeper said again.

Karen's eyes brightened. "Oh? It's really fast. It's much better than that group of Americans. Then we must give him a good beating. The Chinese are very easy to bully, hehe. " My heart is happy.

"Yes, it will be a big profit this time. It's still a long-term business. Then we will take over their equipment." The housekeeper was a little excited, waiting for some soup.

"Fool, what do you want to do? Can you use it? Who can you sell the mined ore to? We just need money. " Karen patted the Housekeeper on the head. This IQ, if it were not a relative, would have been thrown out by him.

"Yes, the chief is right." The steward asked hastily.

"Well, you go down first." Karumba waved his hand to the housekeeper, and there was a glimmer of pride in his eyes. Before, the conditions given by the Americans were too low, and there was little oil and water, because those money men had to give some points to the deputy chiefs.

This time, a Chinese boss who is not afraid to die must ask for more. At that time, he will lie about the price of the protection fee and take the lead himself. Although he wants to kill other deputy leaders, he dare not.

Their power is composed of some local tribes. It is to fight against other tribes. Only when they have the strongest strength, large population and several precious stones under their control, can they be the leader.

It's not like killing other deputy leaders can be king.

。。。

After an afternoon's investigation, efficient fighters, you have mastered the local force structure and selected the "superior" of this mission. Karumba, a scum, has committed many evils and has been directly abandoned.

Among the other deputy leaders, the two leaders are relatively close to the "justice" side, which is the best among the several deputy leaders. Even if there's something that hasn't been investigated, it's nothing. These are wheat. They're not Tang Qing's direct forces. There's no need to be too particular.

As scheduled.

Each selected a target.

Prepare to start in the early morning.

12 p.m.

The residence of the second leader, Martin Bahati.

His residence and Karumba are not together naturally, but within their own tribes. Only when Karumba is the leader, can they live near the county town and get together when there is something.

They are just a loose alliance of interests.

This is a tribe located in the mountain area, with a population of more than 6000. It is a relatively large force. Martin Bahati is the son of the tribe's chief and the next chief. He lives in the same place naturally. It's just not as' luxurious' as Karumba.

Martin Bahati's life is very regular. He goes to bed after dinner. He has no other hobbies. Although he has three wives, he is forty-two years old. He is not so interested. Sometimes he likes to sleep alone.

Soon, he fell asleep.

In the jungle around the Martin Bahati tribe.

A figure was passing quickly through it.

By moonlight.

The soldier directly opened the auxiliary system and was half forced to take over the body by the junior two, mainly for the purpose of speeding up the speed of travel and detouring on the main road, so the command room chose to let the soldier walk in a straight line, and the soldier who opened and hung the second level was a joke.

Not far from the Martin Bahati tribe, the soldier's eyes flashed again