I'm reborn and I'm an international student again?

Juma was startled when someone called out to him. When he saw that the person was Ahmed, he did not go over, but instead his eyes showed a hint of evasion.

Ahmed got out of the car and pointed at his injured underling, asking, "Don't tell me he was injured in a fight; look at all the blood on him."

Zhu Ma's eyes darted around, and he suddenly remembered something. He pointed to the wounds on his body: "There was a series of explosions just now, and we were injured."

When he returned, he had already learned about this from passersby.

"Go to the hospital if you're injured. What if something gets left in your body? How will it be treated?"

"Where can I find the money?"

“This is different from usual; the government will cover the medical expenses.”

"Let's go back and get checked out first, and if it doesn't work, we'll go to the hospital." Zhu Ma waved his hand and prepared to leave.

"What's wrong with these kids? Are they injured too? Wait, what are you holding in your hand?" Ahmed glanced at the clothes in Juma's hand, which seemed to contain something.

Upon realizing that his possession had been discovered, Zhu Ma immediately panicked.

"It's nothing, just some junk I picked up."

"Collecting scraps? You didn't steal them, did you?"

"how could be."

"Then let me see."

"No need, the city is so chaotic right now. Don't you have missions to carry out? Catching a few more rioters might just get you a promotion."

"You're acting a little different today. You usually talk to me in a very assertive and loud voice."

"Please, I'm injured, and my younger brother is waiting for treatment. How can I not be anxious?"

"Arresting rioters? You look more like a rioter to me." Ahmed narrowed his eyes and stretched out his hand, indicating that he wanted the other party to hand over the items.

“Ahmed, we’ve known each other for so long and always gotten along well. I advise you not to delay my brother’s treatment.” Juma clenched his fist.

Suddenly, the clouds in the sky vanished, and the scorching sunlight shone on the two of them. Ahmed looked up at the sky, adjusted his sunglasses, and shrugged: "It's so hot. Let's get treatment quickly, lest the wounds get infected."

After saying that, he turned and left.

However, he was not at ease. Just now, he had clearly seen the barrel of a gun sticking out from under the other person's clothes.

He knew Zhu Ma's character well. Although Zhu Ma was usually a swindler and often got into fights, he was unlikely to commit murder or arson.

Just then, Xiao Hei in the car waved to him and said, "The paging service is calling. There's been a shooting at the church, and many people are injured or killed."

Ahmed was startled by what he heard, and he subconsciously turned around to look behind him.

Isn't the church a place Juma frequents?
Could it be that just now...

Well, in these turbulent times, having a gun for self-defense isn't necessarily a bad thing.

"Sigh." Ahmedra sighed, opened the car door, and climbed inside.

"What's wrong? You're usually the most enthusiastic when we go on missions, why are you sighing and groaning today?" Xiao Hei threw away his cigarette butt.

"There are children all over there at the church. These people are so cruel."

"It's nothing. I grew up on this land. What's with all this talk about kids? They can still kill people with a gun. Look at the entire African army, how many of them are adults?" The black man smiled dismissively.

The two grew up in different environments, and Xiao Hei felt that children and adults were all the same on this land.

Twenty minutes later, at the church.

Looking at the corpses scattered on the ground, Ahmed shook his head slightly. After turning over one of the bodies, he casually examined it.

"It appears he was killed by a blunt object."

The usually nonchalant Xiao Hei squatted down and lifted the other person's wrist, frowning as he looked at the flame skull tattoo on the deceased's wrist.

Ahmed followed his gaze and immediately exclaimed in surprise, "That's the mark of the Somali Youth Group."

The Somali Youth Group is an anti-government armed organization with close ties to Islam. Rumors suggest they once served under the man who directed the plane crash into the American building.

Xiao Hei shook his head in denial: "That's all a lie. It's just a gang using the Green Group's name to scare people. The Green Group's doctrine is very strict, forbidding decorative tattoos, and violators will be whipped. One type likes to wear white robes, and the other likes to have an ammunition pouch slung over their left shoulder. Green Group members often carry rifles, and the first joint of their right index finger is prone to cracking. Look at this guy, he doesn't have that feature on his hand..."

"Then what do you mean?"

"I'm just analyzing; I don't know anything else," Xiao Hei grinned.

“Understood. Regardless of their true identities, they are all rioters. Report this to your superiors first.” Ahmed nodded.

“Look, there are victims’ bodies everywhere, clearly shot to death. But this guy was killed with a blunt object, and his gun is gone. Don’t you find that strange?” Xiao Hei grinned and looked at his partner.

"You're usually so indifferent to everything, why are you suddenly taking it so seriously?" Ahmed pretended to be nonchalant as he picked up the walkie-talkie and began reporting the situation.

night.

Upon hearing the news, Chen Xi gathered everyone together: "Everyone knows what happened today, and the city isn't safe either. Let's stay in the hotel for now, and go out again once the situation outside has stabilized."

Upon hearing this, Zou Zhi immediately stood up and said, "Why don't we take a plane and leave first?"

However, he was pulled back by Zou Huajian the next second.

The business deal hasn't been finalized yet, and Zou Huajian doesn't want to leave so soon.

“The airport is outside the city. I just went to ask, and all flights have been suspended due to the riots.” Chen Xi shook his head.

"We can drive out of the city, let's head south," someone suggested another option.

"It looks like things are going to be tough these next few days. The local rich people have started to move out, and the roads are blocked by convoys. Just imagine all those cars stuck on the road. If there's another series of explosions like today, you won't be able to escape," Chen Xi shook his head again.

His words turned everyone's faces pale.

"Don't worry, esteemed guests. We encounter these kinds of incidents many times every year, which is why our hotel has a formidable armed force. Due to the special circumstances, the hotel is offering a group discount. For just five thousand US dollars, you can get protection from an African soldier—a truly excellent deal. You know, the usual price is two or three times that." At this moment, the hotel manager, with a large belly, walked over with a smile. Behind him followed a group of burly black guards.

Five thousand dollars for the protection of a bodyguard—it sounds like a great deal.

The black guards stood tall, looking quite safe in their brand-new combat uniforms.

Chen Xi watched all this with a cold smile. Two hundred dollars for a single escort vehicle leaving the city, and now they're asking for five thousand for a bodyguard? That's outrageous! There's probably something fishy going on here.

"You fat bastard, I haven't settled accounts with you yet. You cheated me last time, so hurry up and return my money." Before Chen Xi could even speak, Zou Huajian roared angrily.

"What are you saying, sir? We have clearly marked prices; there's absolutely no cheating or deception involved," the manager said, still smiling.

"Thank you for your kindness, but we won't go out." Chen Xi smiled as well.

"You're all here to discuss business, so please don't be fooled by the news reports. These kinds of things happen every year; the media just loves to exaggerate them, using exaggerated language like it's the end of the world," the manager explained.

“Okay, we’ll let you know if we need anything.” Chen Xi nodded.

The manager didn't insist, but smiled and left with his people.

After everyone left, Chen Xi looked at Zou Huajian and said, "Mr. Zou, what did you just say about ripping people off? I don't quite understand."

Zou Huajian blushed slightly: "It's nothing, it's nothing. By the way, how long are we going to wait here? I'm in a hurry to do my business."

"Oh? Your deal is almost finalized, right? You're just waiting to sign the contract."

"After I got back, I did some calculations and found that there was a small error in the company's calculations. So I still need to switch to another company..." Zou Huajian forced himself to appear calm.

"Oh...I see..." Chen Xi drawled out.

"Don't worry, Xiao Chen. Although the previous business deal didn't go through, your Uncle Zou will still pay you some compensation for your trouble," Zou Huajian patted his chest.

He's very anxious right now. He didn't expect the riots to happen today. He was hoping to find an opportunity to sign the contract.

Late at night, when most people were asleep, the local government office building was still brightly lit.

"How's the ballot going?" Majuguli asked his secretary anxiously.

"They say a lot of the tally slips were damaged, but the difference in votes between you and Lovasa is too big. Anyone with eyes can see that you should have won." The secretary wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Majuguli interrupted him impatiently: "I'm asking what the current situation is."

"Voting is suspended..."

"Alright, let's not talk about that now. There have been attacks in many parts of the country recently, which is unprecedented. And now it's the voting stage, it's really unusual. Just recently, the Great Chief ordered some people to evacuate and even transferred troops from outside the city to protect them. Isn't this weakening the security forces here?" Majuguli waved his hand and sat back down in his chair.

"There's something I'd like to report to you," the secretary said hesitantly after a moment's hesitation.

"explain."

"Just now, some of your men were so angry that they went to Lovasa's place and caused a huge scene, even injuring someone."

"What?" Mazhuguli slammed his hand on the table angrily.

He's about to become the Great Chieftain, and his men actually went and started a fight with the previous Great Chieftain. If word gets out, people will laugh at him.

"Never mind all this nonsense, I'm going to talk to the Great Chief." Majuguli stood up with a gloomy face.

Inside the office of the Great Chief Sangxing.

“Majuguli is outrageous! He actually sent people to cause trouble here and even hit me. Look at this…” Lovasa pointed to his face.

Sang Xing looked at the other person, then shrugged: "I will handle this matter seriously, but as you know, I'm about to step down. Besides, everything is in chaos, and I need to focus on resolving the riots. But then again, was it really not you who caused this explosion? Many people have come to me about it."

“The people from Majuguli say I’m using any means necessary to sabotage the election, which is utter slander! They tampered with votes before, and now they’re trying to smear me so I can’t participate in the next election. They’re truly wicked to the core.” Lovasa slammed his fist on the table.

“There are still some people in the army who are on your side. The situation in the north is tense right now, and we hope you can send some people over to provide support.” Sang Xing changed the subject.

"If they all go north, won't there be fewer troops stationed in various places? And now there are riots everywhere; we can't let the country fall into chaos."

"This is a diversionary tactic, deliberately creating domestic unrest to force us to withdraw our troops from the north. If we lose in the north, they will march all the way south..."

Sang Xing's words startled Luo Wasa.

Lovasa wasn't very knowledgeable about troop deployment and warfare, but he was quite good at economic development. After learning of the other party's analysis, he couldn't find the words to refute it.

"We just confirmed the identities of several thugs; they say they are members of the Green Group."

Seeing that he didn't speak, Sang Xing dropped another bombshell.

"These guys have quite the appetite. Do they want to go all the way south and control multiple regions?" Lovasa clenched his fist.

“I think they want to spread their influence widely, accumulating leverage during the negotiations between major powers. The more leverage they have, the more likely they are to be able to negotiate,” Sang Xing said, pointing to the map on the table.

Africa has a long history of warlords who often control local resources and political power.

Don't be fooled by the fact that some people in certain areas are so poor they can't even afford food, yet everyone carries an AK. These weapons are provided to them by certain organizations and countries, effectively turning these Black people into pawns in a game of power.

The Blue Group also has its own sources of income, including international fundraising, which is essentially a religious foundation. Other sources include port extortion, forced labor taxes, and illegal trade.

With their income, they could secretly purchase weapons from the official army and then buy materials from black market arms factories to produce them themselves, making their armed forces extremely powerful.

Just as the two were discussing important matters, the phone on the table suddenly rang. Sang Xing responded and then turned to look at Luo Vasa beside him: "Mazhuguli is here."

"..."

After a knock on the office door, a man walked in. Upon seeing Lovasa in front of him, he sneered, "You're quite clever, coming here to preemptively accuse me."

"You can't even manage your own subordinates, and you even resort to violence. Someone like you has no right to be the chieftain!" Lovasa's anger flared up the moment he saw the person in question.

"Alright, what's the point of arguing at a time like this? Let's quickly discuss how to solve the current problem," Sang Xing said, stopping them.

"That's exactly why I'm here. The troops in the city have been transferred out, so it's really not safe. I suggest we transfer some troops back from the north," Majuguli said impatiently as soon as he sat down.

"Hmph, no brains. This is someone else's diversionary tactic," Lovasa mocked.

"Who are you calling brainless? Look at your vote count! The masses have discerning eyes!" Ma Zhuguli laughed loudly.

"That's because their eyes have been blinded by certain people. I think you should go back to teaching." Lovasa curled his lip.

"boom!"

Suddenly, a loud bang exploded in their ears, and the office was filled with sound waves as the blast wave shattered the windows.

The three of them were struck as if by an invisible hammer, collapsing to the ground simultaneously. Shards of glass hovered in the shockwave for half a second before transforming into a torrential downpour of silvery glass. (End of Chapter)