Africa.
South of Congo Gold.
A silver Toyota off-road vehicle was speeding along a bumpy road. On both sides, it wasn’t a rainforest, but low shrubs. From ti to ti, small animals darted out from the shrubs, but they were all scared and ran to the other side quickly. If they were unlucky, well, that’s just the way it was.
There were very few vehicles on the road.
Many places on the long-neglected highway had turned into a complete gravel road.
Even though the off-road vehicle was driving very fast,
There were others faster.
"Beep beep beep... Oh... da da da..."
A Nissan pickup was whistling past the off-road vehicle, with two African n standing in the back, shooting their guns into the air like they were on a powerless rampage.
As they passed the off-road vehicle, they arrogantly showed their middle fingers, cursing sothing, but their voices were drowned by the gunshots.
Sotis when they hit a big bump, the two n were flung almost above the coach. They gripped the railing tightly, shouting loudly, having the ti of their lives.
There were five people in the Toyota, all looking like Africans, with strong muscles and unfashionable clothing. They were not in rags or mismatched clothes but uniform black suits with sunglasses.
This was Tang Qing’s requirent.
Soldiers should wear sunglasses when they are on combat missions. If there’s an ergency and they suddenly have to use their powers, they look like aliens invading Earth, which would be problematic. It would then require silencing witnesses, which is troubleso.
These are the five soldiers sent to this country to deal with the mining tyrant.
Those two fools were obviously high, feeling giddy. Therefore, the soldiers didn’t pay any attention to them. If they dared to shoot at their vehicle, the soldiers would show them what real speed is.
The soldiers did not take a plane because there were no direct flights. They thought it would be quicker to drive by themselves than to transfer flights.
However, the command underestimated the complications of road transportation. Even though the distance was fixed, the road condition was nerve-wracking. Considering the tis when bridges were blown up leaving them to detour a great distance, or eting with highway robbers frequently, they spent almost more than twenty hours in total. They crossed Rwanda and the southern Kivu province of Congo Gold to reach the southern part of Maniema Province.
It was only two hours faster than by airplane.
And yet, they were still several tens of kiloters away from their target.
Five minutes after the racing team sped past.
The soldiers encountered their first trouble entering Maniema Province. Two pickup trucks blocked the road, leaving no path on the two-lane road. One pickup truck was the one that had just sped past, and the other had apparently been waiting there for quite so ti. In the back of both pickups, stood two villains. Now it was noon, under the glaring sunlight, the villains had turned so black that they were reflecting light.
Clearly, they wanted to slay a fat sheep.
Even though these soldiers had African faces, they did not have any sense of belonging. They only knew how to complete their tasks. Anyone who hindered Tang Qing’s progress had to be eliminated.
"Stop right there."
One of the Africans standing at the front shouted loudly through a loudspeaker, without any fear on his face. Considering that the people inside the car might not be able to hear him if the windows were closed, he also held up a big handmade sign saying "STOP," which was quite noticeable albeit with ugly handwriting.
Their distance from the soldiers’ vehicle was just over fifty ters.
But the soldiers had no interest in stopping to talk nonsense with these n. Even ordinary people who had seen so many road bullies and villains along the way would not feel any sympathy for these robbers, let alone these emotionless war machines.
Thirteen n.
They had already been identified by the command and assigned a mission.
There weren’t any innocent people here. Anyone who blocked the soldiers’ way was an enemy, let alone now that they were late. Because they had exceeded the ti promised to Tang Qing, the whole mission had been marked from a regular task imdiately as a red ergency task. That’s why they were driving so fast. Anyone who wasted their ti and had bad intentions had to be quickly removed.
The co-pilot and the soldiers in the back seat imdiately pulled out a pistol from their clothes.
They wound down the windows.
Just as the opponents, triumphant and anticipating a huge windfall, were preparing to act.
The Grim Reaper arrived.
"Bang, bang..."
Intensely concentrated gunshots rang out.
Three soldiers acted at once.
Every bullet hit the mark.
In less than a second, everyone who heard the sound didn’t even get the chance to pull the trigger and were forever silenced.
To test the speed of the soldiers’ hands?
That was just asking for death.
"Swish..."
The off-road vehicle swerved around the two trucks and continued towards the distant city, leaving behind two pickup trucks with no living person. As for spoils of war? Ha, ha.
In this way, throughout the tens of kiloters of journey, they t four groups of robbers wanting to rob them and dealt with them just like that. They were all bloody-handed robbers. If they were killed, they were killed.
Moreover, they killed but didn’t bury.
In this war-torn African country, the command had no concerns at all.
After paying the toll, the vehicle slowly entered a small county town. Although it was called a county, it was pitifully small, similar to a remote town in one’s ho country with extrely poor infrastructure. Most people still lived in rural areas or dense forests, leading a primitive life of hunting, and gathering. Many people won’t venture far in their lives. They were born here, and they would die here.
Today was just market day, and the street was bustling. There were various sounds of hawking here and there. Especially the fruit, it was dirt cheap, sold in piles because they didn’t even have scales.
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