The government troops who had no choice but to enter the interior of Gambia, escorted by three warships, entered the Gambia River from Banjul Port and followed the river all the way inward.

The Gambia River is an inland river that runs through The Gambia. The location of the river just cuts the Gambia across the middle. It has a very mobile combat power regardless of whether it is facing the south or the north.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!..."

The sound of the naval gun was heard, causing the calm Gambia River to boil and become noisy. The pungent smell of gunpowder drifted along the barrel of the gun towards both banks, and the smoke of gunfire spread instantly.

The person commanding the operations of the Gambia government forces is Mekal of the Gambia National Army. He is a member of the ruling party, the Patriotic Union and the Construction Alliance. He is from the Jula tribe and a member of the Gambia Parliament. He holds the naval force of the Gambia government and is an inseparable comrade of Yahya. At the same time,

He is also Yahya's cousin and is highly used by Yahya.

Mekal was entrusted by Yahya to quell the civil strife this time, and he did not dare to neglect it at all. He also knew the importance of quelling the chaos this time. If everything goes well and the Gambian government is still in the hands of Yahya, then he will naturally have high power and a high position.

If it fails, the United Democratic Party and the National Reconciliation Party will not hesitate to join forces to defeat the Patriotic Alliance and the Construction Alliance of which Yahya is chairman, and oust Yahya from power. At that time, they will definitely be forced into exile.

"Prepare to fire!"

"Boom! Boom!..."

On the warship, an officer in navy uniform stood next to the ship's gun and loudly issued orders. As the order was issued, one shell after another bombarded Brikama, who was the first to provoke civil strife by lurkers.

The shells landed on the river bank, blasting gaps one after another in the woods on the bank. The flying fragments roared wildly and violently swept through the empty bombing point, leaving deep craters one after another.

"Prepare to fire!"

The officer continued to give instructions loudly and solemnly, seemingly unaware of the missile's failure, and there was no unnecessary expression on his dark face.

The artillery shells continued to blindly bombard the banks of the Brikama River. After the two rounds of bombing, the warship continued to move forward, heading deeper into The Gambia.

The lurker members who had been following the three warships all showed interesting smiles. These navy were simply putting on a show. They were not here to quell chaos, but more like to have fun. Mekal was never seen on the warship.

figure.

"These bastards!" Dao Feng spat heavily and cursed in a low voice, with uncontrollable murderous intent in his eyes.

"Hey, Blade, why are you so restless? This is not like you. It seems that you have killed a lot of people." Omo stretched out his palm like a leaf fan and patted Blade, with a teasing smile on his face.

After being slapped by Omo, Blade twitched his mouth, shook off Omo's big hand, and shrugged nonchalantly, looking noncommittal.

Others looked as if nothing had happened, especially Zhao Ziyang and Pandora. From their calm faces, you could see that they were aware of everything that might happen next, but they did not remain calm at all.

"Boss, the warship has left Brikama, it's time for us to take action." Swart said to Zhao Ziyang, with a cruel smile in his eyes.

Zhao Ziyang nodded, took out the wine bottle and took a sip. When he saw Pandora next to him, he handed the wine bottle to her.

"Drink a little."

"No need." Pandora shook her head, showed a bright smile to Zhao Ziyang and said, "I'm used to it. I don't need to use white wine to suppress the convulsions in my stomach."

Pandora rejected Zhao Ziyang's kindness and continued to smile brightly and sunnyly. However, her sunny smile made Zhao Ziyang feel a cold feeling, just like the sunshine, it was just a surface.

As the warship moved forward, Zhao Ziyang and his party followed to a small village in Kerewan in the north of the Gambia River.

I don’t know the name of this village, but it is undoubtedly a relatively wealthy village. The village is close to the Gambia River, and the river port it is located in is a place with very rich fishery resources. The reason is that the countercurrent of Banjul Harbor brings here

A large number of marine algae can only reach here, which results in sufficient food. Sufficient food attracts a large amount of fishery resources.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!..." The warships approaching the port opened fire at the fishing boats docked there, instantly shattering a dozen small fishing boats into pieces.

The villagers at the port were shocked when they saw the three warships suddenly appearing. They ran towards the village desperately, shouting in dialect.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!" The officer who just commanded the soldiers to dock the ship on the shore, waved his hands and shouted loudly, signaling the soldiers to land quickly.

Under the command of the officer, the heavily armed soldiers on the warship quickly landed and rushed towards the village with guns in hand.

"Da da da..." "Da da da..."

Fierce gunfire rang out, and the gunfire was mixed with miserable wails. After a while, the wails disappeared, leaving only sporadic gunshots.

The entire village was massacred by government troops, leaving no chickens or dogs behind.

After the gunfire stopped, a black officer wearing a white navy uniform and a proud face walked out of the main ship's cabin.

He is Mekal, who has never appeared. He has an ugly and cold face. However, there are several hideous shrapnel scars on this cheek, which are signs of the battlefield.

Mekal has a good figure, and he gives off an explosive feeling when he stands there. He is nearly two meters tall, and his military uniform is tightly stretched on his body, showing the image of a soldier fighting on the battlefield. He is essentially the same as other high-ranking officials in Gambia.

difference.

Under the escort of four soldiers, Mekal stepped onto the deck, followed by three sexy girls in revealing clothes. Judging from the lingering spring breeze between the girl's brows and messy hair, they didn't have any problems along the way.

Stop turning clouds and rain.

Mekal is lustful, this is known to everyone in The Gambia. People with high power always have various hobbies, and having countless women is undoubtedly the best way to show their authority. When men conquer the world, they also

To conquer women, male animals usually have this ability to expand.

"Oh, the air here is great!" Mekal, who walked to the edge of the deck, took a deep breath and sucked the oxygen molecules containing gunpowder smoke and blood into his lungs, with a look of enjoyment on his face.

Zhao Ziyang, who was lurking on the opposite bank, could clearly see the ferocity on Mekal's face, and a ferocious smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Mekal's information has long been memorized by him. He is a high-ranking Gambian military official known for his cruelty, even worse than Yahya. He has two hobbies in his life, one is killing people, and the other is playing with women.

President Yahya also likes to kill people, but Yahya kills based entirely on his emotions, but Mekal kills based on interest. This is what makes Yahya value his cousin very much.

Because only killing can consolidate Yahya's regime to the greatest extent, and dead people will never rebel.

Mekal also has a nickname in The Gambia: The Executioner.

The three girls walked up to Mekal in a charming manner and showed their flattering smiles. They were chosen by Mekal in Banjul to relieve boredom on the road. These three women may not have been their intention, but they

They must put on a happy and pleasing appearance, because their lives are in Mekal's hands.

Mekal frowned slightly as he closed his eyes and breathed air. The smell of blood and smoke that he liked was diluted by a scent of perfume, giving him an uncomfortable feeling.

"Kill!" Mekal moved his lips slightly and uttered a simple word.

As soon as the word "kill" came out, the three girls didn't know what was going on, and they were still rubbing their plump bodies against Mekal's body. Their current thoughts were very simple, so simple that they just wanted to use their bodies to please Mekal, and then exchange for Mekal's body.

This kind of thinking is a manifestation of the selfish side, not only the other party's power, but also the other party's glory.

In his prime, Mekal was like a lion, fighting three girls alone without losing any of his strength.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three crisp gunshots rang out, and three bloody holes were opened in the heads of the three girls almost at the same time and they fell to the ground. Their faces still retained the charm and charm from before, and they didn't even have time to wonder why they were killed.

"Throw them into the river to feed the fish." Mekal took a breath of the strong smell of blood and ordered the soldiers to throw the three girls into the river.

He has never lacked women. To him, women are just playthings. Just now when he was enjoying the atmosphere of the battlefield, he was disturbed by these three women, then they would have no choice but to die.

Seeing the corpse sinking to the bottom of the river and a ball of blood rising on the water, Mekal grinned, and the wounds on his face became more and more ferocious.

On the opposite bank of the river, a sniper rifle had already locked onto Mekal's head. He held the blade of the sniper rifle with his eyes half closed, ready to kill Mekal at any time.

"Boss, this guy really deserves to be killed." The sniper blade said to Zhao Ziyang in a voice: "There are too few women in Gambia. This guy is obviously wasting resources."

A dog's mouth cannot spit out ivory, this is Zhao Ziyang's evaluation of the blade.

"Actually, you can serve as the patron saint of black women in The Gambia, so that your life in The Gambia will not be lonely." Zhao Ziyang, who was staring at Mekal on the deck, joked casually.

Killing 10,000 people by others would not make Zhao Ziyang feel any compassion. In his current position, he is not allowed to have such human emotions. He is still struggling for survival, so how can he control others.

"Shit!" Dao Feng cursed and argued: "Boss, you know, I only like blondes and am not interested in dark-skinned ones. They are likely to have AIDS. You should let Omo be the savior, he is more

like."

Omo, who was packing the explosives, turned dark when he heard these words, his beard twitched with his muscles, and he stared at the blade with resentment. His attitude towards life is open to all, black and white.

Okay, as long as it can meet his physiological needs, but this guy Daofeng can't talk about AIDS, he is really a bastard.

"Get ready to go into the water." Zhao Ziyang gave the order, holding the gun and sliding silently into the river. The moment he entered the water, he disappeared into the water.

Omo, Swart and others, who carried explosives on their backs, followed them into the water and touched the warship with the help of a straw.

At this time, Mekal, who had killed the three girls, walked down the deck and walked towards the village that had just been slaughtered to test his harvest.
Chapter completed!