Night fell in Kathmandu, and the bright stars and moon seemed unwilling to witness the evil in this land and quietly hid behind the clouds.
Nepalese Army Chief of Staff Ranndra didn't let out a long breath until the car drove into his residence. After several days of riots, Nepal's political arena has been turbulent, and the fierce fighting between parties has reached a fever pitch. "Political power emerges from the barrel of a gun."
, his attitude as the chief of staff, who holds a lot of troops, has become the focus of attention from all parties.
The Prime Minister summoned him urgently today. The Prime Minister insisted that the military must intervene in the riots and quickly control the overall situation with an iron fist.
After the Prime Minister finished speaking, his scorching eyes were fixed on Landela. Naturally Landela knew it well. He smiled and explained that the reorganization and rectification of the army was not over yet. The soldiers had complex backgrounds, unstable military morale, and mixed combat effectiveness.
, if the violence is quelled in a hurry, big trouble may result.
Landela's explanation made the Prime Minister very dissatisfied, and the two parties broke up on bad terms.
Coming out of the Presidential Palace, Landra saw that the streets were filled with blazing flames and blackened buildings. The road was filled with stones and broken sticks. Under the bright car lights, purple lights could be seen everywhere.
There were black blood stains, and even though the car windows were tightly closed, Landra still heard the beast-like howls from the crowd.
He closed his eyes, leaned his head on the car seat, and said nothing with a livid face.
The gloomy face of the president swayed in front of his eyes. The president's meaning was very clear. The army must exercise restraint at the moment, because Nepal has just experienced a ten-year civil war. If the army intervenes to quell the riots, it may provoke a civil uprising and trigger another
If there is a war between political parties and ethnic groups, then the "Federal Republic of Nepal" that was finally established will be destroyed in one day.
To be honest, Landra didn't mind any "civil uprising". What he was most worried about was the safety of Guana. Guanna was the apple of his eye and his life. However, on the day of the riot, Guana disappeared.
Randela felt like a mirror in his heart, he knew who did it. Behind the president's mysterious smile, he could faintly see the shadow of a neighboring country - the hateful Indians.
He once tried to send the most elite soldiers to rescue Gu Anna, but with years of civil strife and lack of systematic training, how could the Nepalese soldiers be the match for India's "Black Cat" special forces?
Randra was upset and kept pacing around the room. He suddenly felt suffocated.
Sharma, the head of the security guard, looked at his boss with an angry look on his face, and beads of sweat slowly appeared on his shiny forehead.
As Randela's confidant, someone actually kidnapped Guanna in broad daylight. Every time Sharma thought about this, he wished he could shoot himself.
Randela walked around for a while, and his mood slowly calmed down. He glanced at Sharma, who was embarrassed, and said coldly: "I will find a way to solve Guanna's matter, and you should take care of yourself. I hope this is the case."
It's best not to happen again. Okay, it's getting late, you go down!"
"Yes!" Sharma was stunned and quietly retreated. However, he still had the confidence. He deployed a guard regiment around Randela's mansion. Such guards can be called an iron wall. Even if
Not even a bird wants to fly in.
Watching Sharma's figure disappear into the night, Randra fell tiredly on the sofa and slowly closed her eyes, feeling extremely depressed.
After an unknown amount of time, he was awakened by a slight sound. He opened his eyes suddenly and found a man in black sitting in front of the table.
Randra was shocked. She jumped up from the sofa, pulled the gun, drew the gun, and fired, all in one go. As a general who crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, Randra was indeed very skilled.
There were a few muffled "clicks", and the desperate sound of the gun needle emptying came to Randela's ears.
The man in black sneered, opened his right hand slightly, and yellow bullets rolled down to the table like beads.
Landra's face was ashen, but after all, he was a person who had experienced a hail of bullets, and he immediately realized that the other party obviously did not have any malicious intentions. Otherwise, he would have died a hundred times just because the other party came and went without a trace.
"We have an old saying in China, 'How nice is it to have friends from far away?' I heard that Nepal is a hospitable country, but I didn't expect the general to be very unwelcome to my late-night visit!" The man in black looked at Randra.
, smiled lightly.
Randela was going crazy. He knew that Sharma had deployed a regiment of troops outside, but the other party seemed to be in no one's land. Are Sharma and the soldiers of that regiment dead? The answer is of course.
It was negative, and he couldn't help but sweat dripping down his back.
"Who are you?" Randela was a powerful figure after all, and quickly calmed down.
"Help you!" The man in black smiled sincerely.
"Help? I don't need any help!" Randela's eyes burst out with cold light.
"What? The general is not afraid of Gu Anna's death? Is he really willing to be someone else's puppet?"
"Who are you? What do you want to do? How do you know this?" Randra suddenly realized that the man in black in front of her was simply a devil.
"I've said it before, we are the only ones who can help you!" The man in black's voice was still calm, "Help you rescue Gu Anna and help you get out of your current predicament!"
"Are you sent by the Chinese government?" Landra suddenly understood the other party's identity and purpose.
"In this world, some things are best kept in mind! Otherwise, many people will die!" The smile of the man in black gradually turned cold.
"Why should I listen to you?" Randela's eyes were a little ferocious.
"Because except us, no one can snatch Ancient Anna back from the hands of the 'Black Cat'!" The man in black took out a stack of photos from his body, threw them on the table, and said coldly: "If these things are used by your opponents,
I wonder what they will think after seeing this?"
Randra glanced at the photos on the table, and her face suddenly turned as pale as paper.
It was a photo of him secretly massacring captured Nepalese Communist Party (Maoist) soldiers during the civil war. In the photo, Landela was wielding a Nepali saber with murderous intent. The soldier was kneeling on the ground with his arms tied behind his back. The sword flashed and his eyes widened with anger.
His head flew up in the air, and a bloody arrow shot out of his mouth, like the unyielding soul of that warrior!
Randela's mind went blank. He tried hard to control his emotions and finally struggled to say two words: "Conditions?"
"Do what you have to do!"
"What?" Randela was stunned for a moment. The other party didn't take the opportunity to threaten him. What kind of condition was this?
"Riots and wars will turn a normal person into a devil. As a soldier, I think you don't want your country to fall apart, let alone see your compatriots lose their lives again, so do what you should do. This
It's your responsibility!" The man in black's voice was calm.
A trace of emotion slowly surged into Landra's heart, and he suddenly said: "You believe me so much? Are you afraid that I will fight back?"
The man in black glanced at Randra, his eyes were like sharp ice knives, instantly piercing Randra's heart. He uttered a sentence coldly: "In my heart, you are not worthy!"