Three years ago. Central Africa, Communist Republic of Congo.
Fu Ming rushed out from behind the low sand dune and squatted behind a plant. Plants in the desert are very rare and they are not very tall, but it is enough to hide from one person. "Xu Cheng, Song Jiahao, vision
how."
"It's not very good. The wind is too strong and a sandstorm is coming. But we should be on the right track."
Fu Ming quenched his foam and made a stop motion to the other people behind him. Midsummer made the capital area of this African country extremely hot, but this group of people also needed to wear long sleeves and hats to prevent their glasses and skin from being burned.
Fu Ming unscrewed the kettle and drank some water. "Don't be idle, replenish your water." He raised his sleeves and wiped the sweat. The upper body of the desert camouflage uniform was soaked with sweat. This is really not just a tall person.
Things a seventeen-year-old student should do.
"Damn it, I came to see the *** armed forces with a contract, but I didn't expect to encounter government troops." Fu Ming subconsciously touched the envelope in his pocket and felt relieved when he found that it was still there. "Be sure to hide your sniper position and strengthen it.
Observe and don't expose the target. When the sandstorm is coming soon, they will leave, so hurry up and get there at that time, otherwise it will be bad if you are late."
He looked through the binoculars at several pickup trucks a hundred meters in front of him. The rusty .50 machine guns were dangling on them, and he felt as if they were about to fall. Fu Ming felt that such things left over from World War II were still alive.
It was a miracle that they were able to fire. If it weren't for the numerical superiority of this group of poorly equipped government soldiers, Fu Ming would have rushed forward shouting "Comrades, come on".
"The sandstorm is still fifty meters away. It is expected to arrive within a minute. They have already started their vehicles." Sniper Song Jiahao, who was lying on the high ground behind Fu Ming, held the microphone and whispered.
The wind in his ears was already very loud. If Fu Ming hadn't held down the earphones, he really wouldn't have been able to hear what Song Jiahao was saying. "It seems that the impact of the sandstorm on the radio has already begun. The radio is silent. About 150 people in the right front
Gather in the two-story building ten meters away. Move on your own and don’t worry about me. Let’s go!” Fu Ming gave the order and several other members of the security force, including Song Jiahao, rushed out and rushed towards the assembly point with the help of the cover of the sandstorm.
past.
Fu Ming put the rifle behind his back and leaned forward to touch it. "Damn it, I'm afraid no one will believe me if I write this in my summer diary." Fu Ming smiled bitterly, but he took a bite out of it.
Sand, he quickly put the scarf around his neck around his face and pulled off the windproof glasses on his hat.
The sky seemed to darken instantly, and the surrounding visibility was about one or two meters. Except for the things close to him, he could not see anything clearly. Fortunately, Fu Ming still had a GPS in his hand, so he could know which direction he was walking.
But when Fu Ming arrived, he found that security force members had already been waiting for him at the target location, and he was the last one to arrive.
"How's the situation?" Fu Ming came to Xu Cheng's side, squatted down, and took out his satellite phone to contact the armed buyer.
Xu Cheng pressed his hand down and made a silencing gesture, "Look ahead." He said softly.
Fu Ming looked in the direction of Xu Cheng's finger. Behind a house, several armed Japanese soldiers were holding guns and pointing at a dozen civilians lying on the ground.
"Stay closer, don't be discovered." Fu Ming frowned. Here, whether it is government troops or anti-Japanese armed forces, they can do whatever they want. Civilians are the most useless things. In the eyes of soldiers, they
Not as good as a gun! "If we can avoid conflict, try to save these civilians." At that time, Fu Ming would still do something if he encountered such a thing.
"Matt, kill them! There's nothing, damn it." The leading Japanese armed soldier quenched his saliva, "Quickly, let's go first."
Fu Ming was already very close to them, but because the sandstorm affected his field of vision and was blocked by buildings, the group of people wearing desert camouflage were not discovered by the Japanese militants. The conversation in French was very useful to Ming.
, it’s simply too childish.
The black man named Matt saluted, loaded the AK47 rifle in his hand, sighed deeply, and first aimed at a dozen civilians who were lying on the ground and did not dare to move.
The civilians were screaming for their lives, begging for mercy, cursing, and crying.
"Do you want to kill him?" Xu Cheng put the silencer on the rifle in his hand. "They have gone far."
Fu Ming shook his head and looked at Matt who was hesitating. "It depends on his choice."
Matt frowned, struggling fiercely in his heart, then his throat moved and he swallowed. He shook his head, turned around, and pointed the muzzle of his gun at the six who had walked dozens of meters away.
So-called companions.
The six armed Japanese soldiers were still talking, laughing and playing, walking further and further away. The leading soldier did not hear the gunshots behind him and glanced back.
"Matt! What are you doing!" The soldier was stunned and wanted to touch the rifle on his back. "Are you going to betray us?"
Hearing the soldier's roar, everyone else turned around, and then they all had expressions of disbelief on their faces.
"Bang, bang, bang!" Matt's marksmanship was extremely accurate. Before the soldier dozens of meters away could even touch his rifle, he was shot three times and his body was hit several times and moved back. The huge power of the ak47,
In addition, the 7.62mm large-caliber rifle bullet penetrated straight through his chest. Without even a scream, he fell to the ground. Blood seeped out from the three bullet holes in his chest and flowed slowly.
After entering the sand, a large area of sand soon turned black.
"Whoever dares to move, he will be your role model." Matt said viciously.
"Captain..." A soldier looked at the squad leader lying in a pool of blood, then turned around and looked at Matt with a smile on his face, "Matt, we are all friends, don't be impulsive." Fear and fake smile.
Mixed on his face, it was even uglier than crying.
"I'm sorry, we are not comrades-in-arms, nor friends, we are enemies. Anyone who massacres my compatriots is my enemy, even if he and I are on the same front." Matt sneered. In the past few days, the captain ordered the shooting
There have been no less than ten incidents involving civilians, and no one dared to resist, and no one came forward to stop it. Matt stayed in this *** armed force for three months. He originally wanted to make his life and that of others better through struggle.
He got up, but after defecting from the government army to the anti-Japanese armed forces, he discovered that in fact, the anti-Japanese armed forces and the government forces were the same thing. They were selfish, greedy, and even robbed civilians, raped women, and killed people for fun.
"Hahahaha, I've had enough." Matt roared with red eyes, "Go to hell and beg the forgiveness of those civilians." He pressed the trigger without hesitation and fired a single burst. Every bullet was accurate.
It hit the heads of the remaining five soldiers, punching holes in them. Blood mixed with broken bones and brains flowed all over the floor.
Matt looked at the civilians behind him. They were stunned by his actions, "Go quickly, don't fall into their hands again."
"Young man, may God bless you!" An old man stood up from the ground and made the sign of the cross on his chest.
Matt ran towards the six soldiers twitching on the ground in small steps, stabbed each one in the chest again, and then searched for all the ammunition and water on them.
Fu Ming, who was hiding aside, saw all this, with an imperceptible smile on his lips. He straightened his clothes, stood up and walked out.
The sandstorm came and went quickly. In less than ten minutes, the sky returned to its original color and the visibility became higher. In fact, just when Matt fired, the weather conditions changed.
It has become very good, otherwise he would not be able to aim at his target dozens of meters away.
Seeing Fu Ming walk out, Xu Cheng quickly shouted in a low voice, "Boss, be careful!"
Fu Ming turned around and looked at him, "Come out. It doesn't matter, he won't hurt us."
After hearing the instruction, Xu Cheng made a gesture to the back and walked out first with Song Jiahao.
"Who is it?" Matt, who was searching for the body, heard movement behind him. He subconsciously picked up his gun and pointed it at Fu Ming, who was walking in the front. Fu Ming was only a dozen meters away from him.
"Don't be nervous, can you tell me your name?" Fu Ming put his hands behind his back, "Put down the gun." He whispered to the security force members behind him.
Matt looked at the very thin and very young oriental man in front of him. When he saw the opposite person put down the rifle in his hand, he also opened the safety of the rifle, carried it behind his back, squatted down and continued to search for bullets on the body.
"You should be a businessman, an Oriental. Doing business in this war-torn place, you can really earn money in human life. Come back to your country as soon as possible. The war here will start sooner or later."
"Indeed, I am a businessman, I am an arms dealer. The purpose of my coming today is to provide a batch of arms shipping bills and prices to the communist armed forces that you belong to, oh no, it should be the communist armed forces that you belonged to before." Pay.
Ming took out the envelope from his pocket and opened it. Several contracts were neatly placed inside. "My request is to join my team."
Hearing what Fu Ming said, Xu Cheng and Song Jiahao frowned visibly. The origin of this soldier was unknown. Just a few minutes ago, he killed several of his companions. "Boss... I hope you are serious.
Think about it."
Matt stood up and raised his gun again, "I'm sorry, arms dealer, you have to leave your life here today. All wars and disasters are caused by you. I hope you can get out of this place."
country, but today, you must die so that they will stay away from this originally peaceful and peaceful country."
Xu Cheng and Song Jiahao, who were standing behind, immediately raised their rifles and pointed them at Matt.
"Before you kill me..." Fu Ming took off his windproof glasses and took off his scarf, showing a smile that no one could guess. "I want to tell you that I belong to IADC. You may
Never heard of it, the International Arms Merchants Council, also known as the Business Council. I came here not to cause war, but to pray for peace. As you said, your country is in war, and I will pass
Balance the armament strength between the government forces and various communist armed forces, so that these regimes can form a confrontation without launching a war, because launching a war will only cause losses to both sides. I have provided arms in this region for two years. According to
As far as I know, there has been no large-scale armed conflict or any declaration of war."
Matt was stunned for a moment, then slowly put down the rifle in his hand, "Even if there is no war... you have seen what happened just now. This is something you have no way to stop or intervene." His face was very gloomy,
It seems that nothing I can do can prevent these things from happening, but in fact that is exactly the case.
"I'm sorry about this." Fu Ming tore up the contracts in his hands and scattered them in the air. The pieces of paper printed in French fluttered in the wind and slowly fell to the ground. "So I
It has been decided not to provide any arms assistance to the *** armed forces. They will be wiped out by the *** armed forces of the Communist Party in one month. I guarantee you."
Fu Ming unscrewed the water bottle on his body and took another sip of water. "Now, please tell me your name. Please call me k."
"Matt, Adams." Matt sighed, as if he had compromised, "I believe you, even though you have nothing worthy of my trust, Mr. K. What's the benefit of joining you?"
Fu Ming stepped forward and stretched out his right hand, "A salary of three million US dollars per year, and..." Fu Ming smiled and looked at the security force members behind him.
Xu Cheng and Song Jiahao both laughed honestly.
"And a companion you can completely trust, a friend you can trust with everything." Fu Ming turned back and stared into Matt's eyes intently.
Matt stepped forward and shook hands with Fu Ming. He saw something different in Fu Ming's eyes. These things also existed in the eyes of those behind Fu Ming.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. K."
"From today on, call me boss. My name is Fu Ming. Smile like Matt Adams, my friend, you will be happy for your choice."
Matt retracted his right hand, scratched his head, and a smile appeared on his face, pure, honest, and flawless, with no trace of gloom or darkness in sight.