"Those rebel organizations in North Arica? 'God is dead, the devil rules'? Nice slogan! But shouting slogans is useless! You have to learn from and Victor, using machetes! Using bullets! Using cannons! Drag those vampires' guts out and hang them on their parliant buildings!"
His speech was full of grammatical errors, chaotic spelling, and extre violence incitent, quickly causing an uproar on the forum. Users from Europe and North Arica berated him, calling him an "uncivilized beast" and "cancer of humanity."
But there was also a small group of extremists, racists, and chaos-mongers cheering for him, even engaging in more sordid "exchanges" with him.
Bokassa reveled in it, enjoying the feeling of being watched, as if he really beca a significant figure comparable to Victor, stirring up world events.
He even ordered his "propaganda departnt" to compile so of his "splendid remarks" and broadcast them nationwide through the national radio, despite most of his citizens struggling to put food on the table, unable to comprehend what he was saying.
"In this world, only I, Bokassa, and Victor are heroes!!!"
This statent beca a viral sensation on the internet.
anwhile, in the deep basent of the palace, in a room shielded from all electronic signals, the atmosphere was entirely different.
A senior intelligence officer from the MI6 African station, under the alias "Ivory," was conducting a dirty deal with Bokassa's most trusted secret police chief, General Samuel.
"General Samuel, this is the down paynt."
"Ivory" pushed a hefty titanium alloy briefcase over, opened it, revealing neatly stacked, old British Pound banknotes, and a few small bags of uncut high-quality diamond roughs. "We need you and your 'Special Operations Team' to help us handle so... 'logistics' issues."
Samuel, a black man with a scarred face and a fierce look in his eyes, glanced at the case, remained still, and asked in heavily accented French: "Who? Where to? How to handle?"
"People, mainly so 'technical experts' from Eastern Europe, the Middle East, even Asia. They were supposed to go to xico, to work for Victor. We need them to change their minds, or disappear permanently. The route will transit through your country, using the airports and border loopholes you control. The handling thod..."
"Ivory" made a throat-slitting gesture, "Clean, swift, make it look like an accident, or a local gang robbery. The bodies should preferably be buried in the rainforest forever, or fed to the crocodiles."
Samuel licked his lips, knowing this job was extrely risky. If exposed, Bokassa, that madman, would throw him to the dogs to clear himself of any ties without hesitation. But the temptation of those British Pounds and diamonds in the box was too great, enough to make him ignore the risks. Moreover, working for the European gents might provide a future escape route.
"The price, double. And I need half of it paid upfront. I will have to grease a lot of palms at the airports, customs, and in the army. Also, you provide the weapons and equipnt, and they must be top-notch." Samuel negotiated.
"Ivory" pondered for a mont, nodded: "Okay. But efficiency and secrecy must be guaranteed. If there's any leak, or if the targets escape, not only won't there be a final paynt, but we will also be very unhappy. You know what we do when we're 'unhappy.'
The threat was self-evident.
Samuel thought of those allegedly mysterious disappearances of political opponents and tribal leaders in the African jungle, his spine slightly chilled, but greed ultimately overpowered fear.
"Deal. Give the list and route."
Two hands clasped together, one black, one white, both stained with invisible blood.
Just after "Ivory" left, the door was rudely pushed open.
In ca Emperor Bokassa himself, evidently just down from a banquet, reeking of alcohol, but his eyes, in the dim light, flashed a glimr of shrewdness different from his usual madness.
"Samuel, my hound, did the British co to you to discuss Victor's matters?" Bokassa plopped down in the chair "Ivory" had just sat in, unceremoniously picked up the high-end cigar "Ivory" had left on the table, and lit it for himself.
Samuel's heart skipped a beat, but he remained expressionless: "Yes, Your Majesty. They want to use our hands to eliminate so people heading to xico."
"Hmph, a bunch of rats from the gutters." Bokassa puffed out a thick cloud of smoke, "But, there's money to be made, why not earn it? How much are the British offering?"
Samuel ntioned a number.
Bokassa's eyes lit up: "Do it! But keep it clean. Also..." he leaned closer to Samuel, his alcohol-laden breath washing over the other's face, "Leave so 'souvenirs.' For instance, the fingers, eyes, or personal trinkets of certain experts. Pick sothing representative, and send it to ."
Samuel was puzzled: "Your Majesty, you want these..."
"Fool!"
Bokassa tapped Samuel's forehead with the cigar, "Victor is a 'hot topic' now, I criticize him to bask in his lilight. But if I have the 'parts' of people he wants, or bits and pieces of the technology he desires, maybe, one day, I can make a bigger deal with him. xico has oil, has factories, and I..." he pointed to the ground, "I have diamonds, have uranium mines, and fearless madn. In this world, there are no permanent friends, only eternal interests. Understand?"
Samuel suddenly realized, nodding hastily: "Your Majesty is wise!"
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