I want to be a warlord

What matters is never how much you do!

No matter how much you do, if you don’t publicize it, it means you haven’t done anything.

For this external publicity, Wang Zhen will follow suit and get so many people to endorse it, isn’t it just for today!

In this world, you will never be recognized by others no matter how much you do or how much merit you make.

Different identities, different statuses, and different contributions can be made.

Those at the bottom are not worthy of great achievements!

Regardless of whether the people above are doing things well or whether they are only holding us back, the biggest credit must go to the big shots above.

In the past few years, Wang Zhen has done many great things!

But looking back now, I can't find anything on the Internet, but there are a lot of whitewashed and dirty materials!

Including the first rescue of several war reporters, the greatest credit goes to the CIA, and their names are not even mentioned.

Because it doesn't fit!

After running away from Iraq, Wang Zhen understood one thing. His reputation and strength were seriously mismatched. If he wanted to gain a reputation, he must integrate into the current international society.

During the Iraq period, even the Iraqi government could not tolerate them, so how could they expect the international social system to accept them.

And without enough fame, things like Faisal will still happen. Golden Retriever Tang can easily crush himself to death with just one word!

Therefore, now that there is an opportunity, Wang Zhen actively moves closer to the international community, enlists the United Nations and the African Union to endorse him, and appears in various positive reports little by little, creating a positive image of actively investing in anti-terrorism and anti-drugs.

An image cannot be built in a day or two, you have to take your time.

Therefore, two days later, a team consisting of one armored vehicle, five bulletproof Humvees, and more than 1 large trucks set off from Najishot and headed straight for Juba.

In addition to prisoners and slave labor, they mainly hauled 15 tons of flax!

In order to make up for the weight, Wang Zhen had someone put steel bars in when the hemp was being bundled, and he also had someone pour a lot of water on it.

There was no canvas covering the road, and the dust was allowed to fall on the hemp grass.

How many drugs were seized were always calculated based on weight, and Wang Zhen had no choice.

Besides, it’s not considered fake, after all, a lot of hemp grass was burned.

Strive to be truthful, and in the end you have to boast in front of reporters.

……

"Fionn Alter was captured alive." Belem Matheson said into the phone: "I just received the news that Glory Defense has won again. Nearly 300 people were captured and a large number of weapons were seized. Equipment, tens of millions of Juba are currently being transported.”

As he spoke, Belem said with some emotion in his tone, "Unexpectedly, Tejas Defense actually hooked up with the United Nations and the African Union. This time, people from both sides sent people to appear in this conflict. The next step will be a joint external conference in Juba. Press conference.”

"Ha, I knew it." Dick Sears said with a smile: "What makes me curious is, are they idiots? Why are so many people captured? Can't they run away?"

"According to the information I received, the people from Guanghui Defense used local materials and burned hemp grass upwind at night. The smoke drifted into the village along the wind. They burned for more than an hour."

Dick Sears had a strange expression on his face. He could already imagine the scene.

"Okay, that's not important. I just need to know that they are finished. I will arrange for someone to remit the $20,000 to you right away." After that, he hung up the phone.

Dick Sears no longer expects to make a comeback, but if he wants to support his 100 people, he must have a source of income.

He took a fancy to the smuggling channel controlled by Fionn Alter.

As long as he controls this channel, and with the connections he has left in Uganda and Kenya, he may not be able to do bigger things, and he can definitely go to Uganda and Kenya to enjoy a better life!

Looking forward to it, Dick Sears led the people straight to Fion Ort's hometown, the small town of Nimowu.

Fionn Ort lives in Capoeta for the enjoyment of life.

Nimowu is the junction point of South Sudan, Uganda, and Kenya. Calling it a small town may be a bit exaggerating, but calling it a small village is more appropriate. The best buildings are just a few concrete two-story buildings.

There aren't any big tribes in Nemo'u, all the people living here are criminals!

Smugglers, drug criminals, terrorists, rebels, or wanted robbers and murderers who have committed domestic crimes...

Fon Ort is the largest armed group here. Nearly half of the drugs he grows are traded here, and all the gold mined flows from here to Kenya.

The smuggled items are mainly ivory, rhino horns, hippopotamus teeth, anti-personnel knives, electronic products, counterfeit banknotes, counterfeit coins, alcohol, drugs...

Just as Dick Sears rushed there, Fionn Alter also led people out of the mountain...

……

Juba.

Since the peace talks in 16, South Sudan has never seen so many reporters.

Hundreds of media, hundreds of reporters, the event was unprecedented!

According to Wang Zhen's plan, this is no longer a simple press conference, but an event!

15 tons of hemp straw were piled high. In order to secure it, Wang Zhen had someone build a wooden frame in the center and cover the entire periphery with hemp straw.

Definitely not to look more…

I, Wang Zhen, never cheat!

The hundreds of media outlets were well-informed, but they had never seen so much hemp grass with their own eyes. Everyone was amazed, taking photos, and videotaping.

But no one is broadcasting live, there is no way, the signal is not good...       "How many are there?" Kiel asked in a low voice.

"I paid a fraction of the three tons," Wang Zhen said in a low voice.

Okay, okay, just fill in the odd bits like this, right?

Keir's eyes widened with shock and disbelief written all over his face. The family had to fill in the money from the front, right?

It’s not like Kiir has never seen exaggerations. There are too many such people in the government, but the most daring ones can only double them.

After a long while, Keir was very emotional. As expected of a citizen of a big country, his appetite is really big!

"Aren't you afraid of cheating?" Keir asked quietly.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!" Wang Zhen waved his hand confidently, "I'm good at math. I specifically measured the density and calculated the volume. Unless someone picks up the hemp and burns it directly after the event is over. , when the time comes there will only be a pile of ashes left, this is called death without evidence!"

Keir quietly gave a thumbs up, that’s tough!

The filming here is similar. The reporter team, led by Guanghui Defense Security, went to the temporary prison. More than 280 terrorists were detained here. The prison was open to many reporters for interviews.

Wang Zhen believed that there was nothing to hide in the entire conflict, and these terrorists themselves thought they were caught because Wang Zhen burned hemp.

Besides, before coming to Juba, Wang Zhen publicly told these terrorists that if they cooperated well, Wang Zhen would entertain them with good wine and meat during this period, and even take care of the hemp grass.

As for not cooperating well... there are so many prisoners, it doesn't matter if there is one more or one less during the public trial.

Wang Zhen performed an ancient Chinese criminal art for them on the spot - lighting sky lanterns.

These terrorists watched with their own eyes as a person's feet were wrapped in linen, soaked in vegetable oil, and then slowly ignited. After the oil burned, the person would not be burned to death immediately, but the human body would be burned by the flames. There will be a lot of grease, which will continue to burn as it flows down onto the linen on the legs.

The whole process of lighting the sky lanterns lasted for an hour. The guy who lit the sky lanterns screamed for more than 20 minutes and died of pain.

Many terrorists were so frightened that they peed their pants.

Under this kind of deterrence, of course, this group of terrorists did not dare not cooperate. The reporter asked many questions, including how they massacred villages, killed resisters, killed all children, raped, etc...

Just what these terrorists said personally was enough for these reporters to write a dozen reports that made people either feel resentful or sympathetic.

This time is definitely not in vain, you don’t have to worry about writing for a month!

Some of them even had the idea of ​​staying in South Sudan for a while, collecting more similar information, and then publishing a book on terrorist activities in central Africa.

This interview session took more than two hours. If it weren't for the urging of the people from Shining Defense, these reporters would not be willing to leave.

However, the interview with the slave workers ended faster than expected.

The slave workers were not literate at all, and none of them could speak English fluently. Everyone just took some photos and left. As for the relevant manuscripts, they could just make up their own stories based on the terrorists' accounts.

After the interview outside, we watched the treatment of drug addicts.

First of all, the international way of dealing with seized drugs is to burn them.

The difference is that this kind of burning is a two-stage combustion with a special stove. The temperature of the main combustion chamber is higher than 850°C, and the temperature of the secondary combustion chamber reaches 1100°C, so the drugs can be completely burned.

Of course, Nansu definitely does not have such special equipment.

Therefore, the method used by Wang Zhen was to pour diesel oil on it and then ignite it directly.

It can't be gasoline. The burning temperature of gasoline is too low under normal conditions. Wang Zhen doesn't want everyone in Juba to get high...

Even if it was poured with diesel fuel, everyone would stay far away to avoid getting stinky.

Originally, people from the United Nations and the African Union planned to fly in a special stove, but Wang Zhen refused, saying, "Taxpayers' money cannot be wasted!"

It’s definitely not because the reporters didn’t dare to get close because they were burned like this, so they wouldn’t find out that the quantity was wrong…

After the entire outdoor activity process was completed, it was already evening. Dinner was arranged at the Baijing Juba Hotel. The formal interview activities would not start until the next day.

However, relevant news was released that evening.

……

In the villa, Bellem Matheson was sipping red wine and watching TV.

South Sudan TV.

He got a lot of information directly from TV. There weren't many programs in the entire South Sudan. Such a big thing happened this time, and it was even made into a special report.

When listening to the program introducing the capture of terrorist leader Fionn Alter, Belem Matheson felt bad.

What the hell is this Fionn Alter?

So who was that person I met before?

How could I not know what Fionn Ort looks like?

At this moment, Belem Matheson wanted to rush into the TV and tell them that this person was not Fionn Ault, and that you had caught the wrong one!

Suddenly, Belleme's body froze in place. If Fon Ort had not been caught, where would he be now? (End of chapter)