NOVEL WEB Chapter 948 Where to Run?
Kinshasa's bloody night shocked many people greatly...
The Presidential Palace battled from 11 p.m. last night until 4 a.m., leaving over 200 bodies on both sides.
The bodies in the slums weren't many, but near the riverside, a large number of shattered bodies attracted hordes of rats and scavengers, making the situation horrifying.
Residents of Kinshasa stepped out cautiously into the morning sunlight, only to find the sun rising as usual. Apart from a few places still emitting thick smoke, it seemed there was no major change.
The bodies of a group of armored mercenaries were hung by "Silt" at both sides of the courthouse gate, several black men standing there with bullhorns repeatedly denouncing external forces' shamelessness, and informing all passersby that today, an unprecedented trial will be held here...
Congo, once a colony, will straighten its back and try those bastards spreading viruses within its borders and attempting to overthrow the current regime.
In Africa, 'anti-colonial' is an absolute political correctness, irrelevant of your status as a citizen or even literacy. As long as the 'anti-colonial' banner is waved, it can instantly unify most people's thoughts.
Because no one wants to be a slave!
Joe is particularly adept at capturing such 'common points,' without needing to elaborate on what the other side has done. Just by raising the 'national righteousness,' he can gain most people's approval.
President Kabila received a call of surrender from his election rival at 8 a.m...
The opposing party had already set sail for the capital, Brazzaville, on the opposite shore of Congo Braze, intending to catch the earliest flight out of Africa.
Kabila, aware of his victory, eagerly gathered together the highest judge of Congo who 'suffered' with him last night, and several members of the Pan-African parliament, setting off in vehicles to the court.
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Inside a factory in northern suburbs of Kinshasa, Aiden stood at the rear door of a filthy van...
The elite soldiers who attacked the Presidential Palace last night lost contact, and in such a situation, the only explanation for losing contact is that they were either killed or captured.
For the past year, the armored group has been encountering setbacks.
The Middle East trade was completely shut down, the Asia business encountered inexplicable setbacks, and the headquarters on Harbour Island was forced to relocate to the Philippines.
Now, the situation in Africa has become very bad, and Aiden has no choice but to seek help externally, hoping for one last chance.
Inside the van in front of him lies what he needs...
Arms dealer Clive Robinson is very tall but has a horse-like face.
Sparse stubble doesn't emphasize his masculinity; instead, it makes him look excessively indulgent in alcohol and lust.
This time, Clive Robinson took immense risks coming to Congo...
As Aaron's successor, this guy's abilities are actually pretty good.
By marrying the daughter of a tribal elder in Western Ethiopia, he incited several small-scale civil wars in Ethiopia, doing business fervently. Now, he's extending his hand into Kenya to expand his market share.
This guy has always engaged in small trades; deals of 7 figures would excite him, but in the past half-year, Congo's market opened its doors to him...
A series of orders filled his pockets, and now, a major client purchased 50 million worth of arms, so he couldn't help but try his utmost.
G·I·D offered a price of 50 million US Dollars, asking him to deliver a batch of arms sufficient to equip two thousand people into Congo.
Don't think 50 million is little; in fact, globally, businesses or individuals generating an annual revenue of 50 million USD are few.
His identity is gray, even illegal. The route he takes is completely different from Joe's.
Joe does legitimate 50 million business; a net profit of 15 million would make him very happy.
Meanwhile, Clive Robinson can achieve a profit of 25-30 million on the same 50 million business.
That's the high profit of black market arms trading; although he needs to maintain a series of network connections and 'pay taxes' to the people above, the money falling into Clive Robinson's hands won't be much. However, earning a lifetime's worth in one deal is more than enough.
Clive Robinson has achieved this; now he must deliver the final items and make a decisive retreat.
Clive Robinson didn't witness last night's battle firsthand, but the corpses hung outside the courthouse and the scattered bodies by the riverside made him very nervous.
Clive Robinson bent down sitting inside the van's compartment, constantly urging a spectacled technician to speed up the debugging of the equipment inside.
Several minutes later, when the technician signaled completion, Clive Robinson wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief, then got out of the vehicle, looked at Aiden, and said, "Buddy, everything's been debugged.
The eight Springblade 300s were tough to obtain; I hope they can aid your work."
Aiden signaled for his men to get in the vehicle and take over the testing. After confirming there were no issues, he reached out to firmly shake Clive Robinson's hand, saying, "Sir, thank you for your help!"
After shaking hands, Clive shook his head and said, "Don't thank me; it's business. You pay me, and I provide what you need...
Unfortunately, those militia using the arms I provided didn't accomplish anything, but that's not my responsibility."
Saying that, Clive gestured to several bodyguards nearby, signaling them to start the vehicle, then said to Aiden, "I need to leave here; I'm an arms dealer. Last night's Kinshasa made me very nervous..."
"It's a pleasure working with you all. I hope we have a chance to cooperate again next time!"
Aiden touched the slightly graying hair at his temples overnight, nodded slightly, and said, "I hope so!"
Clive couldn't quite understand Aiden's pessimistic mood. He frowned at the guy, hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and was about to leave the place...
But just as Clive was about to get into the car, a micromissile hit the white van equipped with gear...
The explosion came with a "boom," terrifying Clive as he dropped to the ground...
Seeing the van engulfed in flames, Clive scrambled and rolled towards his own vehicle, wanting to leave the battlefield as quickly as possible.
Aiden reacted swiftly. As soon as the attack occurred, two elite squads of 12 around him began retreating while detonating the preset explosives outside the factory...
"Boom boom boom boom..."
A series of explosions caused the factory walls to collapse, and the rising smoke obscured a team of soldiers attempting to enter the factory.
Then Aiden decisively led his team to sprint towards the eastern riverbank of the factory, where they had prepared a seaplane...
Clive, seeing Aiden's prepared demeanor, angrily shouted, "You betrayed me..."
Aiden glanced at this arms dealer who still couldn't figure out the situation and shook his head, saying, "Are you a fool? It should be clear that all our actions were under P·B's control, not just ours, but yours too...
You've been marked a long time ago!"
Saying this, Aiden heard the distant roar of helicopters, quickened his pace, and under the protection of his subordinates, began sprinting towards the riverbank.
Just as they were about to board the seaplane, two Little Gazelles fired nearly 40 rockets, covering the area surrounding the seaplane.
"Boom boom boom boom..."
Huge explosions and flames engulfed a wide area, and Aiden watched as the team members he personally recruited were blasted into pieces...
He stared wide-eyed at the terrifying scene in the flames, then felt himself being lifted into the air...
Until he lost consciousness, Aiden couldn't figure out what had gone wrong.
He believed he had done everything in readiness, even considered the worst scenarios.
But the opposition, despite seemingly having no time, laid out an inescapable net, leaving him nowhere to run.
Aiden didn't understand, and even as his body sank into the dirty river water, he still didn't understand...
Team B and Team E arrived in Kinshasa by transport plane and became the main force beside Boss Qiao after swapping shifts with Night Tiger and Ferryman.
Night Tiger, Ferryman, Jazz, and Dagger's four teams boarded a transport plane at 5 a.m. and flew to Johannesburg, South Africa.
Sanderson, slightly unaccustomedly fiddling with the Talus Goggles on his face, smiled at the "Tailor" beside him and said, "These things are really useful..."
"Tailor" patted the dust off his body, looked at the collapsed wall ahead, shook his head, and said, "Stop showing off those toys. Let's go in, the boss is coming, we need to take control of the scene."
Upon hearing this, Sanderson nodded and said, "Let's move..."
Just as eight members of Team B dashed through the smoke and into the factory, gunshots rang out from behind them...
Seeing a few bodyguards, still wearing suits in the sweltering heat, collapse ahead of him, Sanderson raised his middle finger and cursed into the communicator, "'Bullhorn', you idiot, control your little lovers, the boss wants them alive..."
Embarrassed, 'Bullhorn', who was traveling with Joe Ga, glanced at his smiling boss, then pressed the communicator and began to curse...
"'Iceman', 'Water Ghost', have you lost your damn minds?"
As soon as 'Bullhorn's' tirade ended, 'Iceman's' voice came over the public channel...
"'Bullhorn', you were the one who told us to grab targets to strive for a raise..."
'Bullhorn' was stunned for a moment, then felt his neck being hooked.
He glanced at Dorian, who had him in a headlock, and then shouted to Joe Ga, "Boss, I didn't, these bastards just want to screw me over, they want to kick me out of Team E, I will never let them succeed!
Give me some time, I will kick them all out eventually..."
Joe Ga looked at 'Bullhorn', who was radiating stupidity from head to toe, gestured for Dorian to release him, and then said with a smile, "'Bullhorn', in my heart, you are a true fighter.
Those 'gals' want to rebel against you, show them some real power...
I believe in you!"
With that, Joe Ga walked over the post-explosion ruins into the factory, looked at the horse-faced, suit-wearing middle-aged man, took out his phone for a photo comparison, and waved vigorously, saying, "Hello, Mr. Clive Robinson, nice to meet you..."