From arms dealer to king of war

When the morning sun shines into Nova City, the awakening city is running as usual.

Women took to the streets carrying cassava flour cakes and boiled beans on their heads, so that those who were going out to do hard work could buy a bite to eat.

But today's business is particularly bad. The restlessness two days ago and the faint sound of explosions in the distance yesterday made many people in the city feel dangerous.

Whenever they have a choice, ordinary people will hide at home to see the situation.

Setaka's soldiers guarded the various entrances and exits of the city. They had always been lazy in the past, but it seemed a little different today.

I don’t know what news I got, but Setaka was very nervous today. Since getting up in the morning, he has shot three people, and the bodies are placed in his living room.

The dead body cheered up all Setaka's men. They didn't know what happened. They only knew that the boss was very angry now.

There are still a hundred or ten people in the temporary camp south of Nova City. They are the people arranged by Setaka to distribute weapons to mercenaries and mobs.

Now that they got the news, these people gathered all the heavy weapons together and set up a position at the main passage leading to Nova City.

Old rocket launchers, mortars, armored vehicles and tanks provided by the French were gathered together.

I don’t know what the combat effectiveness is, but the posture is definitely enough to intimidate people...

When reporter Wallace went to the hotel restaurant to drink coffee, he felt that the atmosphere here was very different from the day before yesterday.

Because it's so quiet!

The reason why it is quiet here is not because Nova City is too quiet, but because the south is too quiet...

Across a distance of forty or fifty kilometers, the explosions were basically inaudible. Yesterday afternoon, a few faint smoke pillars could still be seen, indicating that fighting had begun in the south, but the news soon disappeared.

The radio in the city fell into a state of silence. Setaka, who excitedly incited everyone to join him in resisting the tyranny of Central Africa, seemed to have disappeared, and there was not even any gossip in the streets.

In this era of highly developed information, thousands of people go to war but there is no news after a day and night. This is a very incredible situation. You must know that those mercenaries have mobile phones and radios.

Experienced people know that Nova City is blocked!

But they can't imagine how this is done?

The Frenchman who accepted Wallace's 800-dollar bet yesterday came to find him...

After beckoning the waiter to refill Wallace's coffee, the Frenchman looked at Wallace's smiling face and said, "Man, I know you are a reporter. Do you have any news there?"

Wallace looked at the French guy who had vowed yesterday that Central Africa would be doomed this time. He shook his head and opened his laptop with a smile, and connected to the hotspot of his mobile phone...

The Frenchman looked at the computer screen curiously, and what he saw was a company website.

"Strong attack on military contracting companies"

The content of the website does not have too much text description. It starts with a promotional video...

The lion king Namor, with the golden Eye of Horus inlaid on his forehead, patrolled the territory under the sun.

A young giraffe ran happily around Namor, and a large group of antelope and wildebeest raised their heads on the grassland.

When the herbivores realized it was Namor, they lowered their heads again.

Namor trotted up a hillside, checked on the status of several lion cubs under an acacia tree, drove a naughty little lion back to its lair, then walked outside the shade of the tree, stepping on the sun and facing A powerful roar came from the direction of the sun...

At this time, a squadron of armed helicopters rose from the horizon. As the camera gradually advanced, a line of armored vehicles appeared on the ground.

When the team stopped, a large number of heavily armed soldiers rushed out of the armored vehicles and formed a neat square array in front of the camera.

At this time, the grassland background of the picture was blurred and replaced by the figure of Namor the Lion King.

This majestic lion ran wildly into the soldiers' phalanx, and then suddenly became smaller and left its mark on the soldiers' arms.

At this time, the lion mark of "Powerful Strike" appeared in the video, followed by a line of bold text in English, French, and Arabic...

"Honor", "Safety", "Guardian" and "Development"

"We are used to fighting against demons, give P·B a chance, and we will give you a different future!

——

P·B Company”

The French guy realized at this time that this thing was actually a promotional video for a mercenary company...

Because the sound of the laptop was relatively loud, people who were having breakfast and discussing the external situation gathered around me.

Under the instigation of the people behind him, the French guy clicked on the 'honor' option, and then found that it contained a training scene for P·B soldiers. The cinematic shots and cuts made it so exciting for a group of young black men who had just been training for about a year. Soldiers look more intimidating than American seals.

The contents of 'Safety', 'Guardian', and 'Development' at the back are similar, but these options are all spliced ​​together from clips taken from real-life footage.

Regular security patrols help local people solve their problems.

Fight jungle guerrillas and drug traffickers to save enslaved people.

Promote the industrial development of Sangha Town, mobilize international charity funds to support the local area, and put a smile on the faces of the local people.

The appearance of the video website made everyone fall into silence. The Frenchman looked at the smiling Wallace and frowned and said: "This is P·B's promotional website, why are you showing us this?"

As he spoke, the Frenchman realized something. He looked at Wallace's phone and said, "Why is your phone's Internet speed so fast?"

Wallace took a sip of coffee, then looked at the curious Europeans and Americans, and said with a smile: "Because I found someone to help P·B produce their promotional video, the signal of my mobile phone in Central Africa has changed. Very good."

As he spoke, Wallace picked up his phone and took a look and found that it was already 8 o'clock. He smiled and clicked the refresh button on his computer, then pointed at the hundreds of videos that suddenly refreshed on the website. He said with a smile: " Don't you want to know what happened?

It's all here! "

The Frenchman looked at Wallace and thought about the scene where this guy bet 800 yuan on PB to win the day before yesterday. He said in disbelief: "Are you from PB?"

Wallace shook his head and said: "NO, I am a reporter, a reporter who has an in-depth understanding of the situation in Central Africa.

You have stayed in the north for too long, and you may have never paid serious attention to the company P·B.

It is not the same thing as the mercenary company in your impression! "

As he spoke, Wallace clicked on a video, and the shaking screen showed rounds of bombing and shelling.

The mercenaries, who had high morale when they set out, were now like a herd of frightened antelopes, running desperately across the vast wilderness.

Those seemingly advanced armored vehicles, armed pickup trucks and the like were abandoned everywhere.

Immediately afterwards, a group of PB soldiers with face paint began to enter the scene in a Bird helicopter.

Wherever there is resistance, they will appear...

There were not many corpses in the video, but the groups of captured mercenaries and mobs fully demonstrated the results of yesterday's battle to everyone.

At the end of the video, a PB Xiaohei said to the captives skillfully in Arabic, English, French and Sango: "You are captured, please maintain order and don't make any noise. There is food, clothing and rest inside." place.

If you feel uncomfortable, we have doctors here to provide you with medical services..."

After reading it, the French guy said in disbelief: "P·B actually won? They claimed that they only had 600 people. How could they..."

After hearing this, Wallace glanced at the French guy who was obviously a little abnormal. He shook his head and said: "They do have less than 700 people, but this team is modern and well-trained. The most important thing is that they have a sense of honor.

If you are well-informed, you will know that P·B’s battle is supported by almost the whole world.

They were doing the right thing. How could such a P·B lose the war? "

As he spoke, Wallace made a gesture of counting money to the French guy, and said with a smile: "Man, 1 for 5, I pressed 800 yuan, now it's time for you to fulfill your promise."

The Frenchman felt the gazes coming from around him. He nodded with a depressed expression and said: "OK, I admit that I underestimated P.B. But we bet on P.B. defeating Setaka. Now Setaka is fine. …”

Wallace looked at the French guy who refused to admit defeat immediately after being booed. He smiled and said: "Then let's wait a moment. The people from PB should be ready to enter the city now..."

As soon as Wallace finished speaking, two huge explosions sounded from outside Nova City...

The Frenchman's eyes widened in surprise, turned around and ran towards the fifth floor of the hotel.

As a hotel for foreign businessmen in Nova City, this is the tallest building in the city. Standing on the top of the building, you can overlook the whole city.

Everyone reacted and ran towards the rooftop of the building. They wanted to see what happened?

If P·B really wins, then northern Central Africa will usher in huge changes, which is not necessarily a good thing for diamond company salesmen like them.

Wallace obviously knew what happened, and he was not in a hurry. When he was packing up his notebook, he received a message on his mobile phone.

After checking the content of the message, Wallace shook his head in amusement, and then walked to the hotel office with his computer. After paying 100 US dollars, he borrowed the printer here to print out a large stack of invitation pages with a few lines of text. .

Walking to the top of the building, I saw thick smoke rising from the mercenary camp in the wilderness outside the city...

The Setaka soldiers who relied on armored weapons to try to guard the main road were running around in embarrassment, which was very close to the content in the previous video.

This completely eliminated the last trace of doubt for those who had previously doubted the authenticity of the video.

Like a salesman, Wallace distributed the invitation leaflets to everyone's hands one by one...

Just when the French guy wanted to ask him, ‘What does this mean?’, a series of artillery fire fell around the camp outside the city, covering all the soldiers who were fleeing in embarrassment...

"Boom boom boom boom..."