Battlefield Contract Worker

Turismo's dirty and chaotic streets are full of unrest. On the passing jeeps, there were many black men in military uniforms. These people were holding the weapons in their hands nervously, and the sound of guns and guns could be heard in the distance. It was several neighboring autonomous prefectures exchanging fire.

In this country, such exchanges of fire and friction occur from time to time. There is only one way General Wollman can maintain order, and that is to immediately arrest and shoot whoever causes the chaos.

At the corner of a street, several civilians were kneeling with their hands tied behind their backs. A few other black men who looked like soldiers were there shouting loudly, as if telling the guilt of several people, and then there was a series of gunshots. Lin Rui tried his best not to look at it, but the sound of the gunshot still echoed in his ears.

This is Turimo, full of raw turbulent tension and brutal slaughter repression. There are no laws, no rules, and General Wollman's words are laws and rules. He can make life and he can make people die. In one sentence, countless heads of people on this land can fall to the ground.

Lin Rui couldn't help but sighed and took a cigarette.

"Why, some can't stand it, right?" Jiangan whispered.

"I'm long past the age of questioning the correctness of actions, and I'm used to working for money. But it's still hard for me to identify with such a guy. This guy is a cold-blooded warlord, a **** executioner. ." Crazy Horse shrugged.

"Looking at it from another angle, if it wasn't for this General Wollman, I'm afraid this land would be even more restless." Jiangan said lightly. Although he brutally suppressed these people, he did not drive them into battle. So these old-school warlords still have a bottom line. As for those newly rising warlords, those are the real demon kings of chaos, much more ruthless than the old guys like Wollman. "

Crazy Horse was speechless for a while, shook his head and said, "Africa, it's crazy."

"It's not Africa that's crazy, it's people's hearts. Especially these warlords who hold local power. In this place, warlords change one after another. New warlords beat old warlords, and soon they themselves are defeated. So every Everyone knows that they can't hold the power for too long. So after they came to power, they started to squeeze desperately. Until they were defeated, another warlord started a new round of squeezing. "Lin Rui shook his head.

The others were also silent.

Their convoy followed General Wallman's bodyguard and entered General Wallman's mansion. It was originally the property of a manor during the colonial period. After the war, it was forcibly requisitioned by General Wollman. It used to be the presidential palace for a period of time, and then it was announced that the presidential system was abolished. Much of the history of Turimo happens here.

The whole mansion was luxuriously decorated, and even the porch was decorated with gold ornaments. The ground was covered with huge hides, and two decorative ivory stood on either side of the seat, taller than a person's height. General Wollman sat there like a monarch on his own throne. Sitting below are his officers.

"Those damned guys are already attacking us," shouted a black officer. "They are planning an attack on us, and we must get ahead of them. The southern autonomous states must be resolutely armed. , we must not tolerate betrayal."

"But those militants are not armed by those states, they are just a group of guerrillas, and we are now rashly attacking the southern states, that is, we are tearing up the peace treaty ourselves. This will lead to the entire Turimo being dragged into In the midst of war. And our blatant violation of the treaty will be used as an excuse, and the Blue Helmets of the Security Council will step in. The war will turn out to be against us." Another officer objected.

"I think the current situation is also unclear, and we should continue to observe the situation." Someone nodded.

"If you continue to observe, it will be too late. This is a life-and-death war, not a politics that is ushered in! Every step of the opportunity will affect the entire war situation! Gentlemen, everything you are behaving now is like those White people. What about your ethos as tribal warriors?" a young officer exclaimed. "We must fight!"

General Wollman said slowly, "Courage can never be seen, what we see is only the appearance, and courage is only in our hearts. I understand that the current situation is critical, but it is far from the time of collapse. We still have control. Army and twice as strong as the southern states."

"But a lot of evidence shows that they are not only a group of extremists, they also have a large number of international mercenaries, well-trained and well-equipped. These people should be backed by foreign financial groups, and they have a lot of resources. We have a lot of resources in terms of resources. It doesn't have any advantages." An officer frowned, "And the longer we drag on, the more difficult it will be for us."

"Even if they have mercenaries participating in the war, don't be nervous. I have a military cooperation agreement with the International Mercenary Alliance. They are currently the largest international mercenary organization with more than 30 military resource companies. Once we fall into war, they will The troops will enter the battlefield within a week.

Black Island alone has nearly four or five thousand people in Africa, plus the resources of other companies. If I need them, they can throw in tens of thousands of troops at any time, which is enough to help us deal with any military crisis. "General Wollman said solemnly.

"My God, an army of tens of thousands?" an officer said in surprise.

"That's right~www.readwn.com~ This is the maximum limit stipulated in the military security contract I signed with them. With such strong support, we don't have to be so nervous. The current situation, the armed forces of these extremists , is waiting for a conflict between us and the southern states. Then they will profit from it and take advantage of the chaos to fight for territory." General Wollman shrugged.

"General, can you be so sure that we don't need to strike first?" an officer hesitated.

"There are many such examples! Many places in Syria, Iraq, and Jordan were taken advantage of by extremists because of civil strife." General Wollman spread his hands and said, "Keep your own territory, you can suppress all opponents and The skeptics. But there must be calm about the eventual war with the southern states."

"But General!" An officer couldn't help but said, "We are like this..."

Wollman raised his hand and shot him directly, "I have already said that I will suppress all opponents and doubters. Is there anyone else questioning my decision now?" No one questioned, everyone Don't question, don't dare to question.

The corpse was carried down, the blood on the carpet was terrifying, and the cold and calm eyes of this old black man made everyone shudder even more.