Reborn Super Bank System

Africa.

Southern Congo.

A Toyota silver off-road vehicle is moving fast on a bumpy road, and it is not rainforest on both sides, but a low bush, and some small animals walking through the bushes are sometimes scared. I have to rush to the other side. If I'm not lucky, I can only say that it is God's will.

There are very few vehicles on the road.

Many parts of the roads that have been in disrepair have become completely gravel roads.

Although this off-road vehicle drove quickly.

But there is something faster than it.

"Didi didi...oh...tap da da da..."

A Nissan pickup'whistled' and drove quickly from the side of the off-road vehicle with its flute. On the back of the car stood two big black men from the middle two who were shooting at the sky with guns.

When they crossed the off-road vehicle, the two arrogantly compared a middle finger, swearing and grinning, but they were covered up by the gunfire.

Sometimes they encountered a big bumpy pit, and the two of them were thrown almost above the carriage, and the two of them clung to the handrails tightly, exclaiming in exclamation, and had a lot of fun.

There were five people sitting in Toyota Off-Road. They were all Africans with strong muscles. The clothes they were wearing were not tattered or messy, but uniform black suits and sunglasses.

This was Tang Qing's request before.

Soldiers are best to wear sunglasses when performing combat missions, so as to avoid emergency situations, they will be used as aliens to invade the earth and the game will be over. When the time comes, they will have to kill them, which is very troublesome.

These are the five fighters sent to this country to solve the mine tyrants.

The two stupid forks knew at a glance that they had eaten flour and were on their heads, so the soldiers ignored them at all. If they dared to shoot at their car, the soldiers would let them know what hand speed is.

The soldiers didn't take a plane, because there is no direct flight, it is better to drive by yourself if you make a transfer.

It’s just that the command room also overestimated the complexity of the traffic on the road. Although the distance was dead, the road conditions were maddening. In addition, the bridge was blown off once, and it was only possible to take a long detour, and often encountered robbers. Roadhog, in the end, spent nearly twenty hours in total, crossing the South Kivu provinces of Rwanda and Gangguojin, and reaching the southern part of Maniema province.

It's only two hours faster than the plane.

Just here, there are still dozens of kilometers away from the mission goal.

Just five minutes after the drag racing guy rushed past.

The soldiers encountered the first trouble entering Maniema Province. Two pickup trucks were in the middle of the road, blocking the way of the two-lane road. One pickup truck just now, and one that seemed to have been waiting there for a long time. , There were two gangsters standing in the back boxes of the two pickups, but now at noon, under the glare of the sun, the gangsters were all dark and reflective.

Obviously, they want to kill the fat sheep.

Although these fighters are also the faces of Africans, they do not have the slightest sense of belonging. They only know that to complete the task, all those who hinder Tang Qing's progress will be eliminated.

"Stop it for me."

One of the Africans stood in front and shouted loudly with a loudspeaker, without the slightest fear on his face. He also considered that if the window is closed tightly and the people inside cannot hear, he also held a big handwritten STOP in his hand. The brand is quite conspicuous, but the words are a bit ugly.

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

But the soldiers didn't have the slightest interest to stop talking nonsense with these people. Even if they were normal people who had seen so many road tyrants along the way, they wouldn't have any sympathy for these robbers, let alone these unfeeling war machines.

Thirteen people.

It has long been marked by the command room and assigned a task.

There are no innocent people here. The enemy is blocking the soldiers’ way, let alone it’s too late. Because the time promised with Tang Qing has exceeded, the entire mission was marked in red and listed as an urgent mission. , So it drives so fast. Anyone who is wasting their time and has malicious intentions must be quickly cleared.

The first officer and the soldier in the back seat immediately took out a pistol from their clothes.

Roll down the car window.

Just when the opponent was holding the winning ticket, his face was happy, and he was ready to make a big deal.

Death is here.

"Boom..."

Extremely dense gunfire sounded.

The three fighters shot together.

There is no false hair.

But one second before they heard the sound, they lay down forever before pulling the trigger.

Test the speed of the soldiers.

That is looking for death.

"Stab it..."

The off-road vehicle turned a bend around the two vehicles, and continued to drive towards the distant city, leaving two pickup trucks without alive. As for the spoils?Ha ha.

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

And it doesn't matter if you kill it.

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

After paying the toll, the car slowly drove into a small county town, said to be a county, but it was small and pitiful, only the size of a remote town in China, with very poor infrastructure, most people still live in dense rural forests and hunt. The primitive life collected, even many people will not go far in their lives, to live here and die here.

Today is the day to go to the market. The streets are very lively. All kinds of screams, especially fruits, are cheap to death and sold on piles, because they don’t even have scales.

Just find a place to park the car, and the soldiers changed into normal clean clothes and scattered in this place.

They need to understand the basic information here and find a stronghold. At the same time, the transmission node has already been on the plane and is expected to arrive here tomorrow morning. In order to catch up with the planned schedule, they need to act tonight.

Time is running out.

Just when the soldiers scattered to find out the news.

A settlement three kilometers south of the county seat.

This is the resident of this small county that actually controls Kalumba.

Many people with guns were on guard around the station.

A luxurious snow-white masonry house is located in the middle, in sharp contrast with the mud embryo houses and thatched houses in other places.

In the huge basement, Kalumba is spending time with his confidantes, drinking small wine, holding "beauties", watching everyone's favorite performances, and from time to time he personally goes on stage and "dances" with music.

Just then, his steward came in.

He had already seen the scene inside.

"Chief, something strange happened on the way from the South Kivu province at noon today." The butler quickly said.

"What a strange thing." The 39-year-old Karumba said indifferently, smoking a cigar.

"Those who collected tolls from outsiders are dead, and there are no witnesses. It looks like a group of people did it." The butler whispered.

Karumba became even less interested when he heard that, and said: "Anyway, it's not our people. If you die, you will die. Someone will replace them soon." These are local gangsters or gamblers who specialize in extortion from other provinces. People charge tolls and sometimes kill people. He looks down on this kind of people, and they die if they die.

"Yes. Chief, yes, that Chinese boss is coming soon, I heard that the mining equipment is already at sea." The butler said again.

Karumba's eyes lit up. "Oh? It's really fast, much better than the Americans. When that happens, we must hit him well. The Chinese are very bullied, hehe." He was happy.

"Yeah, this time I will definitely be able to make a lot of money. It is still a long-term business, and then take their equipment." The butler was also a little excited, waiting for some soup.

"Idiot, what do you grab it for? Will you use it? Even if you can, who can you sell the ore? We only need money." Kalumba patted the butler on the head.This IQ, if it weren't for relatives, would have been thrown out by him.

"Yes, yes, the leader is right." The butler nodded and bowed his head.

"Well, you go down first." Kalumba waved his hand to let the butler go out, a trace of pride flashed in his eyes. The conditions given by the Americans were too low before, and there was no money, because the money men had to give points to several deputy leaders.

This time there is a Chinese boss who is not afraid of death. He must ask for more. When the time comes, he will lie about the price of the protection fee and take the bulk of his own. Although he wants to kill the other deputy chiefs, he dare not.

Their power is formed by a combination of some local tribes, just to fight against other tribal alliances, but their tribe has the strongest strength, large population, and a few gem deposits under him, so he can be the leader.

It is not that you can rule the king by killing other deputy leaders.

...

After an afternoon of investigation, you have mastered the structure of the local forces, the efficient fighter, and selected the'higher' person for this mission, a scum like Karumba, who did a lot of evil and was directly abandoned.

Among the other deputy chiefs, the two chiefs are relatively a bit connected with the'righteous' side, and they are considered the best among the deputy chiefs.It doesn't matter if there is anything that hasn't been investigated, these are all wheat, and they are not directly under Tang Qing, so there is no need to be too particular about it.

According to the predetermined plan.

Each selected a target.

Prepare to start execution in the early morning.

Twelve o'clock in the evening.

The residence of the second leader Martin Bahati.

His resident and Kalumba are naturally not together, but they are within their own tribes. Only Kalumba is the leader and will live near the county seat. Generally, things will gather together.

They are just a loose coalition of interests.

This is a tribe located in a mountainous area, with a population of more than 6,000 people. It is considered a relatively large force. Martin Bahati is the son of the tribe's patriarch and the next patriarch. The place to live is naturally not bad.It's just not as "luxury" as Kalumba.

Martin Bahati’s life is very regular. He goes to bed after eating. He has no other hobbies. Although he has three wives, he is 42 years old. He has no interest and sometimes likes to sleep alone.

Soon, the biological clock quickly fell asleep.

In the jungle around the Martin Bahati tribe.

A figure quickly walked through it.

By moonlight.

The soldier directly turned on the auxiliary system and was taken over by Xiaoer semi-forcedly. The main reason was to speed up the journey and take a detour on the main road. So the command room chose to let the soldier walk in a straight line, and the second-level open-hanged soldier, what kind of jungle danger , That's a joke.

Arriving not far from Martin Bahati tribe, the warrior's eyes flashed red again, ending the authorization of the combat assistance system.

Squatting in the grass, looking at the peaceful tribe.

The soldier waited quietly.

Soldiers in other places are also in place, waiting for orders.

...

Early morning.

Martin Bahati's house.

He was sleeping soundly, without knowing that there was a figure standing by the bed, looking at him.

It's twelve one.

"Boom boom boom..."

The sound of three knocks rang out in his room like thunder, and Martin Bahati was awakened instantly.

His sleep has always been relatively shallow, and he can be surprised by a little noise. Perhaps it is a habit developed in the jungle for so many years. It is very chaotic here. There are not only gangsters, but also wolves, tigers and leopards. If you are not careful, you will not die. Know how to die.

Martin Bahati opened his eyes immediately.

The room was still dark, with only a faint moonlight, and the sound of insects from outside also came in, as usual.

It seemed that it was the sound made by himself again.

and many more.

Martin Bahati suddenly sat up, turned his head and looked at the figure standing by the bed, his hair standing upright with fear, almost heart attack.

"Who are you?" Martin Bahati exclaimed.

As he was talking, he quickly took out the gun under the pillow.

But the next second, before the gun was lifted, he saw a flower in front of him, and the gun in his hand was snatched by the opponent, and his fingers were so strong that he was torn.

"Ah!" Martin Bahati cried out painfully, wondering why no one came to see him, and suddenly remembered, I still have the habit of talking in sleep, and often yelling at night, everyone is used to it. .And every time I was awakened by my own voice.This kind of symptom is extremely rare even by doctors who provide international assistance.

"Hello, Mr. Martin Bahati." In order to prevent him from screaming, the soldier greeted him with a gun directly at his head.

Hearing this, Martin Bahati unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't shoot directly. It's better to have conditions than no conditions. Although the coldness on his forehead makes him chill, many thoughts flashed in his mind, but he didn't think about it. Whoever has offended him, he has always been a good person and rarely makes enemies.

"Who are you and what is your purpose?" Martin Bahati asked calmly.

"Smart, I'm not too nonsense, it's very simple, I will help you sit in the position of leader, and you promise us some conditions." The soldier is still as straightforward as ever.

"Why should I believe you, and what are the conditions?" Martin Bahati asked, frowning.

"You have no choice." The soldier answered the question.

Faced with the threat of the man in front of him, Martin Bahati flashed thousands of thoughts, constantly thinking about who sent him and what he was going to do. His brain suddenly became insufficient.But the temptation to be a leader is still great. Kalumba controls the county seat and also holds the greatest dividend rights. The combined share of their several deputy leaders is only slightly more than Kalumba.

And as the person in front of him said, he has no choice. Knowing the news, not agreeing is probably a dead word.

"What are you going to do?" Martin Bahati said with a serious face.

"We don't have much time. Your leader and his heartfelt men have not seen the sun tomorrow. Can you settle the rest?" said the soldier.

"Hmph, do you think it's that simple, kill the leader and a few of his subordinates and I can take the position? You are too naive, he represents a tribe, every deputy leader level is, their tribe is not what I can To be fair, if you plan like this, I can only say that I can do nothing." Martin Bahati sneered.This plan, in his opinion, is simply a brain injury.

"We naturally thought of this, but what if you unite with other deputy leaders?" the soldier continued slowly.

"You also found them?" Martin Bahati asked in surprise.

"Of course, you can't handle it alone, so we found other deputy leaders, but the content of the conversation was different. You are the only person we think can be the leader." The soldier said.

Hearing this, Martin Bahati didn't know whether he was happy or what, but I have to say that it feels pretty good to be considered.

"But will they agree to unite with me?" Martin Bahati said a little worried.

The soldier paused, a faint smile leaked from the corner of his mouth.

"They have agreed."

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