I want to be a warlord

In the land of South Sudan, in order of weight, President Kiir, the seven-party alliance, the peace-breaking forces, and the African Union.

Now that Kiir is his supporter, the violators will not be held accountable for the time being. The rest is the attitude of the African Union.

"There is no need to worry about the African Union. They know what is going on in Africa." In the car, Kiir said in a deep voice: "This is considered an internal matter of each country and they will not express their opinions. What you should be careful about is Europe and the United States, followed by Ethiopia and Kenya. "

Wang Zhen was a little confused.

"Yes." When talking about this, Kiel's face slowly darkened. "Many conflicts are not controllable by our subjective will. They are all driven by Britain and the United States behind the scenes."

"I can probably understand the United States, but the United Kingdom?" Wang Zhen frowned.

"A shit stirrer doesn't need any reason."

Wang Zhen: "..."

It’s a confusing operation!

"The other is Ethiopia, where Machar is still in exile, and they have always supported the anti-government forces."

Okay, Wang Zhen can’t understand it.

The poor people in the country are peeing blood, and they are still thinking of causing trouble for others.

The temple is small and the wind is strong, and the pond is shallow and there are many bastards.

However, Wang Zhen didn't pay much attention to this. Although he thought highly of himself, he still didn't think the British would target him.

After exchanging some views on the subsequent development of the matter, Wang Zhen got off the car. He would go back to the Baijing Juba Hotel to stay at night.

As a result, just after arriving at the hotel, Leader Li called.

If such a big thing happened, Weng Kelin would definitely inform Leader Li that the provincial affairs would affect the Chinese side.

"The news is unexpectedly well-informed." When they met, Wang Zhen said something negative.

"You still have the energy to talk about this. It seems that you handled it well?" Leader Li asked with a smile.

"Not bad. If nothing else happens, the matter will be handled internally by Nansu." Wang Zhen said with a smile.

"That's good. If you need any help, just tell me."

Wang Zhen curled his lips. He knew that this was just polite. It would be better if he didn't help, but it would be more troublesome if he helped.

For China, the foreign media environment is too harsh.

……

At 12 o'clock in the evening, it was completely dark, especially today when most of the power supplies were cut off. The only light source was the stars falling in the sky.

Just as the patrol vehicle passed by, the door of a dilapidated house was gently pushed open, and a shirtless guy wearing only shorts walked out quietly, carrying a bag.

Black skin is their best protective color!

After observing for several hours and figuring out the patrol route and time, the BBC reporter quickly trotted forward against the wall.

He knew that in order to save energy, he could not run too fast.

He was careful and hid behind a dilapidated house before the patrol car came. He waited for the car to leave before continuing to move forward.

After leaving the city, the reporter breathed a long sigh of relief and turned to look at Najishot in the dark night. In his eyes, the original Najishot was full of wildness and primitive beauty, but now, with the arrival of the Chinese , all this beauty is about to die.

Shaking his head, firming up his belief, the reporter strode outside.

"Woo...woof, woof woof..."

The dog barked suddenly, and then two beams of light came over, "Stop!"

The reporter's heartbeat suddenly stopped, his head buzzed, and his whole body froze in place.

Finished!

The dog kept barking, and two black figures jumped out from the darkness and bit the reporter's thigh.

"Ah!" A painful scream sounded.

"Go away, let them go away, I am a reporter, I am a British reporter!"

The reporter's identity is quite useful, and most of the time it can save their lives at critical moments.

If you were an ordinary person, you would most likely be beaten to death and thrown aside at this moment.

"reporter?"

A slightly confused voice sounded, the two dogs were shouted down, and the tactical light hit the reporter's face, and the reporter had to cover his eyes with his hands.

Seeing the bag on the reporter's body, the Dinka soldier immediately reached for it, but the reporter held on tightly.

Upon seeing this, the Dinka raised his foot and slapped the reporter on the face. The reporter was stunned, the world was spinning, and his hand unconsciously relaxed.

……

"What?" Just after falling asleep, Wang Zhen was woken up by the ringing of his cell phone. When he saw it was a shovel, he immediately picked it up, "Caught a reporter?" "Yes, a black man wanted to sneak out in the middle of the night, but we caught him Someone caught him." Shovel said.

"Which newspaper company?"

"He claimed to be a reporter for the South Sudanese mainstream media "City Review" and was preparing to conduct an interview on the development of Najishot. It happened that there was turmoil here. He was afraid of getting into trouble, so he wanted to sneak away quietly."

"City Review?" Wang Zhen frowned, "What's his name?"

Appearing at this time, he naturally wanted to ask more questions.

After hanging up the phone, Wang Zhen contacted the Presidential Affairs Department and Li Guanghua. Ten minutes later, the Presidential Affairs Department told Wang Zhen that there was such a person in the "City Review".

But Li Guanghua told Wang Zhen no.

Whether you say Wang Zhen has dark ideas or he is reactionary, past experience has made Wang Zhen not believe what the government says...

In the middle of the night, Wang Zhen took Li Guanghua to the home of an old reporter from the "City Review".

"There must be no such person. I'm sure. I have been working in the newspaper for eight years, and there is no one in the company that I don't know!" The old reporter told Wang Zhen with certainty, "You come to me, there must be some problem, I won't ask , but you can’t betray me.”

"Don't worry!" Wang Zhen opened the bag, took out 10,000 US dollars and threw it away. "Remember my phone number, and don't forget to tell me if you encounter valuable news. I will never treat my friends badly."

The old reporter suddenly beamed.

Wang Zhen smiled, picked up the phone in front of him and called Shovel back, "That guy is lying. There must be something wrong with him. We must take measures to pry open his mouth."

The old reporter naturally knew that Wang Zhen was trying to beat him up, but he had never seen anything happen in so many years. He reminded with a smile: "It's not a personal act for him to come to you for an interview, it must be supported by the company, so , he may admit some things, but he won’t tell everything completely. As long as he doesn’t go back when the time comes, the company will immediately disclose the information and find a way to rescue him.”

"What can I do?" Wang Zhen looked over with a smile.

"Search him!" the old reporter said with certainty: "He must have hidden the key things in the mini card, and then deleted all the data on other devices."

"This mini card is very small and difficult to find when hidden on the body. You can ask your people to search behind his ears, mouth, scalp, armpits, butthole, crotch, shoes and other places. If it is a Fatty, you even have to check your belly button.”

"Mouth? Scalp? Navel?" Wang Zhen was stunned by the old reporter.

What a weird place to hide things.

"In the mouth, it can be placed on the roof of the mouth or under the lips so that it cannot be seen at all. Or it can be placed on the roots of the hair and covered with hair. Small things like that are easy to hide."

Wang Zhen felt a little open-eyed. He felt that if he was not professional, he would not be found even if he was searched.

Half an hour later, Shovel called again, and sure enough, he found a black mini memory card in his hair, the size of a pinkie fingernail. When he opened it, it showed all the photos and videos of Wang Zhen's conflict with those people today.

There are more than a thousand photos and more than a dozen videos.

With the evidence in front of him, the reporter finally couldn't bear the electric shock and confessed, from the New York Daily News.

Wang Zhen looked to the old reporter for answers.

"You ask me that, I don't know." The old reporter shrugged, "Maybe he really is the New York Daily News, or maybe he worked for the New York Daily News. It's hard to tell the truth from the false. But since Mr. Wang said he The documents that have been preserved are all about you, so there is a high probability that they are aimed at you."

"You should ask the CIA about this. Their interrogation should be more professional."

Of course, Wang Zhen knows, and the people at City Review should know, but now that he is on the cusp of the storm, he still tries not to get into trouble.

People must rely on themselves!

……

With the new situation, Wang Zhen returned to Najishot overnight. As for determining the nature of the matter, it was left to Kiir. Anyway, it was not convenient for him to appear in front of the media now.

Some questions left him unable to answer.

When we arrived at Najishot, it was already dawn.

"You are still too gentle." Seeing the black reporter tied to the chair, Wang Zhen narrowed his eyes, drew his knife and walked over.

In the horrified eyes of the black reporter, Wang Zhen pressed the knife on his little finger and slowly cut it.

"what!!!"

He struggled desperately, the veins on his face were exposed, but the chair was firmly fixed on the ground, everything was in vain.

"You can continue to hide it, and I will cut off your hands bit by bit. I really want to know, even if you are rescued and have no hands, will you still be employed by the company?"

"I don't think so, what do you think?" Wang Zhen said sadly: "Without your hands, you will be used for publicity at first, but after the limelight passes, you will be abandoned like garbage without any use. Then one day, he starved to death in a stinky ditch."

"Stop talking, stop talking, stop, stop, you Eastern devil!" the black reporter shouted desperately.

He could endure the electrocution because he believed that if he didn't show up today, the BBC would definitely make the news public and then force Wang Zhen to surrender, and he would be able to regain his freedom, and then become famous all over the world with this news!

But if his hands are really cut off... the BBC is not a charity!

"Tell me which company you are from!" Wang Zhen put the knife on the black reporter's face. "Your answer better make me feel it is true. Otherwise, I will kill your face with one knife." Your wife will be afraid of disgust, your children will be afraid of disgust, your colleagues will be afraid of disgust!”

"I'm from the BBC, the British BBC TV station. Someone asked me to come here and wait. They said a conflict would break out here, and I am a black man. Just like a drop of water entering the ocean, no one will doubt me!"

While talking, the black man broke down and cried! (End of chapter)