Sean tilted his head and looked at Jonas Savimbi, and an inexplicable feeling arose spontaneously.

Many niggas, when asking for something from others, ask for it as a matter of course, as if everything is as it should be.

Sean didn't quite understand.

"I'm sorry, I didn't bring any supplies this time, not at all." Sean looked at Jonas Savimbi and said.

Jonas Savimbi's face was full of shock, "What are you doing here without supplies?"

Yes, what am I here to do?

Sean asked himself in his mind.

Oh, it's for oil.

so……

"If I don't have enough supplies, I won't be able to defeat Dos Santos."

"Then what?" A smile flashed across Sean's face.

"If I lose, what will the United States do?" Jonas Savimbi's eyes widened, and the whites of his eyes were very big and bulging.

“What should America do?”

"If I lose, if Dos Santos wins, then all your investment will be in vain!" Jonas Savimbi waved his arms, looking very excited.

"Oh, yes." Sean suddenly realized, then he spread his hands and said with a smile: "But what does this have to do with me? What is lost is the government's money, not mine."

Jonas Savimbi:(⊙o⊙)…

The smile on Sean's face faded little by little, he put his hands on his knees, leaned forward slightly, looked down at Jonas Savimbi, and his voice became colder, "If you lose, then a new person will take over. For me,

It doesn’t make any difference, you don’t think that the tens of thousands of gun-holding bastards in your hand who only know black magic and belief in shooting really have any fighting power, do you?”

Jonas Savimbi opened his mouth wide and looked at Sean in disbelief. He never thought that one day someone would say this to him.

He has always felt that he is very important and is the spokesperson of the United States. South Africans help him fight. He will definitely reach the top in the future and stand on the throne of the President of Angola. He will rule 12 million Angolans and become the greatest president in the history of Angola.

The family will also become the largest wealthy family in Angola for generations to come.

What does he hear now, that he is not important and can be replaced at any time?

Subvert three views!

"Is all your fucking brain filled with fish oil?" Sean's voice suddenly rose, staring coldly at Jonas Savimbi, "Is it the US government that supports you, or the fucking superiors?

It’s been 29 fucking years since the last President of the United States, John F. Kennedy!”

"There have been six fucking presidents, Johnson, Nixon, Ford, Carter, Reagan, and now President Bush. What makes you think you can still get the full support of the U.S. government?"

"The senators and congressmen of that generation who supported you are all fucking dead!"

"Come on, come on, tell me, what are you thinking, and why do you think the United States will always support you?"

"I'm so fucking curious!" Sean was amused.

Jonas Savimbi was speechless when asked, and for a moment he felt like he was in another world.

Isn't that right? In this corner of Africa, he deals with a group of black ghosts every day. The most things he worries about are fighting with the Afghan People's Liberation Army, and the rest of his time is wasted sleeping with a group of black girls.

And because he is too fat, the black girls do it on their own...

Isolated, backward, confused and confused every day, nearly 30 years have passed in the blink of an eye, and he has also changed from a mentally disturbed young man to a fat, black man...

Looking back suddenly, imagining what I have done in these years, all I can think of is the black and shiny body of a girl... youthful, lively, with a faint smell of the sea...

Then there is no more.

So, what to do now?

Suddenly, it was as if the sleeping person had his head covered with a hood and a basin of ice water poured over his face, and he suddenly woke up, with a look of panic and confusion on his face.

"Can't you remember?" Sean sneered. There are really many wonders in the world. "I can tell you very clearly that the United States is supporting you just to bring down the Soviets. Now the Soviet Union is about to disintegrate. They are no longer there.

You are no longer an opponent of the United States, and you are useless."

"I, I, I..." Jonas Savimbi's face was full of panic and confusion.

He understands, but he doesn't want to understand or admit it.

Without the support of the United States, South Africa cannot protect itself. What should he do?

He will definitely not be able to defeat An Renmin, not even when he had support back then.

Sean is not threatening, that is the fact. The Bush administration is facing a huge fiscal deficit, so it has no time to care about Angola, which is thousands of miles away.

Historically, Jonas Savimbi lost the general election and then started a civil war again. For the sake of domestic stability and to reduce Jonas Savimbi's wariness, Dos Santos gave him a special status in 1997.

After stabilizing the overall situation, they suddenly turned against each other in 1998. Three and a half years later, Jonas Savimbi was shot dead in Moxico Province, eastern Angola.

Dos Santos has been president since 1992 and has been in office for 25 years!

Many people seem to be aloof and cruel, but once the disguise is removed, their true colors are immediately revealed. Jonas Savimbi is such a person.

At this moment, he looks like a young man blocked by a strong man...

Sean turned his head away. The 200-pound black man had a collapsed look on his face. Bah, disgusting!

But the goal was not achieved, and Sean continued to destroy him, mentally.

"Let me analyze the situation for you..."

There is no need to exaggerate, just reasoning based on the current situation, Jonas Savimbi seemed to have seen his solution, he was shot to death in the room, and his body was chopped into pulp by the angry crowd.

Don't think that you can be respected just because you are a person, this is Africa!

If you cook it and eat it, it’s a special treatment!

As for what happened to the family...

In Africa, no one cares about these details and they will not be reported by any country, not even Angola, let alone written into history.

Who cares.

"I am saying this on the basis that there is no outside intervention." Sean continued to attack him, "The Soviet Union is finished. Dos Santos has publicly stated that he will follow the capitalist line. His biggest disagreement with the United States or the entire civilized world.

It’s gone.”

"At this time, why did the United States or countries with interests in Africa not choose to support Dos Santos but choose you?"

"After all, he already has an absolute advantage, with less effort and greater benefits, but you..." Sean shook his head.

"I, I, I..." The adult's collapse only took a moment. Jonas Savimbi was really afraid. He had enjoyed decades of rights and the most superior life. The more this happened, the more he became afraid.

do not want to lose.

Aren’t those sage kings who worked hard in their youth a generation of outstanding men?

In his later years, when he saw the end of his life, in order to continue to stay on the throne and to live for even one more day, there is no need to elaborate on how crazy he was.

Just Jonas Savimbi...

"Of course, you are not without advantages." Seeing that he was almost mentally exhausted by PUA, Sean began to change his attitude.

"What, you said!" Jonas Savimbi was like a drowning man who saw the floating straw and suddenly reached out to grab it.

"Because you are stupid enough!" Sean did not forget to PUA at this time, and Jonas Savimbi's face froze.

"Don't think this is a derogatory term." Sean looked solemn, "It's not convenient for a country or company to come forward, so it has to support a person to be a puppet. Now there are two choices in front of it, one is smart and capable, and the other is middle-aged.

,who to choose?”

Jonas Savimbi blinked, somewhat understanding what Sean meant.

Of course, he chose to be stupid. He is also a figure who has stood firm in Angola for nearly 30 years. He is also a relatively top-notch existence among the 12 million people in Angola. He is not really stupid. Even if he is thrown into the United States, he can still become a gangster there.

Come out, otherwise the Kennedy administration would not have chosen to support him.

Of course, this is also a good time to catch up with Jonas Savim.

During the 62 Cuban Missile Crisis, the United States and the Soviet Union almost came to a nuclear war. Although both sides pulled back from the brink in the end, the conflict had intensified, so they chose to compete again in Angola.

This is also the reason why Cuba was so active in sending troops to join the war.

The Hongxing United States and the Dongxing Soviet Union quarreled, and the little brother Tietouwa Cuba and the big brother B South Africa had a showdown in An Luowan Gola, and the blood was flowing.

Jonas Savimbi came to the position under such circumstances, and his role was equivalent to that of Pretty Nan.

It's not that he is really the best, it's just that the pig is flying in the wind.

"Now, the White House no longer looks down on Angola. There is no political appeal here. The Soviet Union has fallen." Sean sat back on the chair again, crossed his legs, and his face relaxed, "Now I can see

The only people who go to Angola are major companies, and they come here to make money."

"You can understand what I'm saying."

Jonas Savimbi nodded quickly. At that time, he invested in people like them because of political factors. He really did not ask for anything in return. But it is no longer possible now. The big boss in front of him has demands.

"So, I came to see you not because I think you can win Tos Santos, but because he is too shrewd and purposeful." Sean did not hide anything and said directly: "In my opinion

Now, his goal in life is to become the greatest president of Angola, but the problem is, being the greatest president cannot bring me benefits, so why should I cooperate with him."

"I can!" Jonas Savimbi sat up straight and punched his chest hard, "Mr. Sean, just tell me what you want!"
To be continued...