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

Seeing that the bearded man hesitated to open his bag, Zou Huajian said again, "You don't have gold bars hidden in this bag, do you?"

"No." The bearded man shook his head.

"Could that be a weapon?"

"No, they're just clothes and cloth."

"I do not believe."

"look."

The bearded man reluctantly opened his backpack, and Zou Huajian craned his neck to look ahead: "Damn!"

After shouting this, Zou Huajian stood up and walked outside.

"Uncle, where are you going?" Zou Zhi asked casually.

"Going to the toilet," Zou Huajian replied.

The recent firefight almost scared him to death; now he needed to relieve himself properly. However, as he walked, Zou Huajian muttered to himself, "Damn it... this thing in my bag..."

In the office, Chen Xi and others were still discussing.

"I felt something was off when we fought them just now. Their fighting style was quite different from the thugs I've seen before," the captain recalled, stroking his chin.

Masonbuko chimed in, "That's right, their combat power seems to be even higher than ours."

"That's why you never train properly, and now you're complaining about how strong the enemy is." The captain slapped Masonbuko on the head.

"You mean they're the military?" Chen Xi couldn't help but ask.

"It's hard to say. They might have hired instructors from the military to train them..."

"Probably not. The Tanzanian army is similar in style to yours. These guys don't seem like ordinary thugs."

Before Masongbuko could finish speaking, the captain interrupted him, glancing at Chen Xi as he replied.

The three fell silent. Their first thought was that this attack by thugs might be a disguised military rebellion.

This explains why so many rioters suddenly appeared outside the city.

However, they were soon even more puzzled when their soldiers reported that among the enemy troops they had just killed were foreigners. Not only were there Middle Easterners and white people, but there were also Asians with yellow skin, and even Indians.

Several hours later, inside the Lionhead City government building.

The wall lamp hung crookedly, and the broken crystal chandelier dangled in mid-air like a dying snake.

Sang Xing, Ma Zhuguli, and Luowasa sat side by side on the sofa, their faces frozen into blue stone sculptures in the shadows.

Several gunmen in snow-white robes stood on either side, their robes stained with fresh blood.

The black man wearing a beret, smoking a cigar, laughed loudly: "The faces of these three big shots are dirtier than the soles of my boots! Don't look so gloomy, you have to go on TV and talk to the whole world in a bit."

“Shūja, they were once your superiors, so you should be more polite to them.” An Arab man in a white robe walked over with a glass of wine.

“Imani, these three guys are just fish on the chopping block now. If they weren’t still useful, I would have killed them long ago. I lost several of my capable men in this attack on Lionhead City…”

Majuguli stared at the two men in front of him. The one named Shoujia was a high-ranking officer in the army who used to be in the Lovasa faction. However, after the Great Chief Sangxing came to power, this guy went to curry favor with the current chief and was known as the defector general.

He had also heard of that Arab man, Imani, who was one of the leaders of the Islamist organization and had been active in Africa for many years, constantly instigating conflicts in various regions.

"The equipment will be set up in a moment. Everyone's cooperation will benefit us all." Imani gave what he thought was a friendly smile.

The defending troops outside are either dead or have surrendered; there is absolutely no chance of turning the tide.

Majuguli hadn't expected Lionhead City to fall so quickly; he'd hoped to hold out for a day or two. When the fighting began, the enemy's formidable fighting power left him utterly bewildered. Listening to the constant stream of bad news over the walkie-talkie, Majuguli was so angry he nearly fainted.

These two individuals made the three of them announce that the new chieftain was Hugh, and publicly acknowledge to the world that they would support the illegal movement of Islan.

How could Ma Zhuguli and others agree to this?

After a fruitless negotiation in the office, Shoujia did not get angry. Instead, he stood up and said, "I knew you wouldn't agree so easily. In that case, I'll just kill them all. Without your orders, we'll announce that Lionhead City has fallen. The collapse of the front lines is only a matter of time."

Hearing this, Lovasa sneered: "Shuga, you're still as brainless as ever. If this plan continues, Tanzania will be turned into a sea of ​​fire in a few days under the pretext of clearing out terrorists by the major powers. Then they'll put in new people, and you'll be a joke!"

Lovasa wasn't trying to scare them; otherwise, Shouga wouldn't have wasted his breath negotiating with them.

Seeing this, Imani punched Lovasa: "So what? Our Islan organization has been fighting a guerrilla war against them all these years. At worst, we'll just launch a few more attacks."

They initially thought the two were threatening them, but to their surprise, the next second, Shoujia waved his hand. Two white-robed men then forcibly dragged Sang Xing out of the office.

"Snapped!"

The gunshot stunned Majuguli and Luowasa.

They never expected that this guy would actually kill the current chief.

The two men exchanged a glance and simultaneously shouted, "Madman!"

"Haha, so you're only just realizing how we operate?" Imani laughed.

Just when Majuguli and Lovasa thought they would be the next to be killed, a man in white robes hurriedly walked up to Imani and whispered a few words in his ear.

Upon hearing his subordinate's report, Imani waved to Shuga: "We just captured quite a few foreigners."

"Great! This time I'm going to do a live broadcast!" Shoujia rubbed his hands excitedly.

"Don't rush, news has come from the power plant that a group of rats are still putting up a fierce resistance..." Imani waved his hand to interrupt him.

Marvingop Power Plant.

The group, who had initially thought they were safe, were now nervously exchanging glances.

Qian Jiajia hid behind Chen Xi, her eyes warily glancing at the person beside her, her hand still tightly gripping a utility knife in her pocket.

More than an hour ago, the power plant was attacked a second time, but it was repelled again by the captain and others who were prepared.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but their hearts tightened again because someone had died inside the power plant.

The victim was a power plant worker who was strangled in the toilet.

Chen Xi and his team searched the entire power plant, but found no trace of the enemy.

“Either it was done by the power plant employees, or it was done by your men. I know my men very well!” Masonbuko said, pointing at the hotel manager, because he had long disliked the fat man.

"Why do you suspect us? I've already looked at the hotel's guest records. We don't even know where your soldiers came from; some of them might be thugs." The manager, relying on his position as the captain's superior, retorted without any politeness.

He believed that since the captain listened to him and Masonbuco listened to the captain, he could also lead this black officer.

"Another person has died!" A soldier rushed in, holding up two fingers.

The identities of the deceased were as follows: one was a hotel guest, the foreigner who had chatted with Zou Huajian earlier, seemingly Italian; the other was one of Masongbuko's men, who had joined the army through connections and was known for his idleness and drinking, likely less capable in combat than an average person. This caused panic among the crowd, and everyone began to distrust those around them.

The third wave of attacks followed closely behind. Because of this incident, everyone was worried that someone would stab them in the back, and the overall combat effectiveness gradually decreased.

The rioters' attack was quite successful; they had breached the interior of the power plant. However, all entrances and exits were guarded by men arranged by the captain, preventing them from entering for the time being.

"Listen up, you inside! Surrender immediately! Chief Sang Xing has been killed. Don't put up any futile resistance!" a thug outside shouted into the room.

However, he was met with a barrage of bullets.

"Oh dear, I told you not to come here, but you insisted on saying something about the power plant's safety..." The gunshots outside startled Zou Huajian, and he kept complaining anxiously on the spot.

"What are you yelling about? Look at you, so timid. You're not even as good as a girl like me," Qian Jiajia shouted angrily.

"It's not just me who thinks this way. Those foreigners knew this place couldn't be defended when they came, and they even prepared a white flag!" Zou Huajian retorted.

"White flag? What are you talking about?" Chen Xi grabbed Zou Huajian by the collar and questioned him.

“That bearded guy who speaks Mandarin, he even had a white flag in his bag when he came. Isn’t that a clear sign that he was about to surrender in advance?” Zou Huajian said, pointing to the side.

Chen Xi looked in that direction but didn't see the so-called big beard.

"Oh no, the murderer is that guy. He didn't have a white flag in his bag, he must have been carrying an Islamic white robe."

"They're practically infiltrating now, what's the point of capturing him? He's probably already hidden away."

After Chen Xi finished speaking, the hotel manager responded.

"His killing wasn't simply about sowing discord between us..."

The captain was a smart man. After listening to Chen Xi's analysis, he immediately ordered his men to go find someone.

Turbine oil system area.

This is one of the core auxiliary areas of the power plant, mainly used to support the safe and stable operation of the steam turbine.

"Quickly drop control!" A soldier below pointed his gun at a white-robed figure above, while the captain next to him shouted at the top of his lungs.

"I've already planted several bombs here. As soon as I press the button, you'll all be going to meet your maker with a bang!" The bearded man proudly waved the controller in his hand.

"God of yours! If you have the guts, come down here, and I'll send you to see your grandmother!" Zou Huajian shouted angrily, pointing at the bearded man.

He still felt deeply ashamed that he had been tricked by this foreigner.

The bearded man was scolded, but he wasn't angry at all. Instead, he laughed even harder: "I have some news that's even more explosive than a bomb: Chief Sangxing has been killed by us. Our reinforcements are on their way to the power plant. I'm giving you a choice: lay down your weapons and come back with me to see the chief. Don't worry, we won't kill people randomly, as long as you cooperate..."

"It's over, it's over. The Great Chief is dead..." Zou Huajian clutched his chest and took a few steps back.

The bearded man repeated himself in two other languages, and the power plant workers and soldiers stared wide-eyed.

However, the soldiers did not completely believe the bearded man's words like the others, and instead turned their attention to the captain and Masonbuko.

At that moment, a soldier walked over with a communication device. Masonbuko picked it up and listened for a while, his expression turning quite grim.

The bearded man wasn't lying; they really seemed to have no way out.

"Go ahead and press the button if you dare! We might as well die together!" Zou Zhi shouted, thinking he was being clever. He believed this thug was just like the villains in movies, using a broken bomb to scare people.

According to the movie plot, as long as he said that, the bomb would definitely not be detonated in the end.

Because no guy would joke around with his own life!

"Idiot, this guy is from the Islan organization." The captain snapped at him to shut up.

These desperate criminals who can strap detonators to themselves and play human bombs are completely brainwashed lunatics; their petty tricks are utterly useless.

More than half an hour later, Chen Xi was sitting on a bus.

"It's all your fault, pushing us into a fire pit. Now we're all doomed. I knew young people couldn't be trusted. They didn't listen to the elders, and now they're suffering the consequences..." Zou Huajian complained from the back seat.

"Mr. Zou, didn't you want to go to the government building? Now we've fulfilled your wish." Chen Xi joked.

"Go to hell, the chieftain is dead."

"Didn't we do the same thing before?"

"..."

"Are you scared?" These two questions silenced Zou Huajian. Chen Xi then turned to ask Qian Jiajia beside him.

"I'm not afraid." Qian Jiajia shook her head.

"why?"

"Because you, Vice President, are not flustered at all, you must have a solution."

"What kind of solution could he possibly have? He's just putting on a brave face."

Zou Huajian muttered something under his breath.

They, along with other foreigners and the security team, were escorted to the center of the city, while the power plant employees remained where they were forced by the rioters to keep the equipment running.

Dozens of kilometers outside Lion Head City, a Type 38 motorcycle sped across the grassland.

Audrey leaned forward like a fully drawn bow, the wheels swerving erratically on the gravel road. At a sharp bend, the rear wheels suddenly lifted off the ground!

The frame groaned under centrifugal force. He flicked his wrist, and one foot made intimate contact with the ground. The bicycle slammed back to its upright position, its rubber tires leaving a trail of smoke several meters long on the sand.

Using his foot brake to drift on a bicycle is one of his special skills.

Blood mixed with sweat splattered onto the scorching handlebars, and the soles of his sandals were long worn through. Yet, Odbiao didn't slow down; instead, he rode faster and faster.

It's already daytime, and of the tasks his boss assigned him, only the last one remains unfinished.

With his eyes closed, the map that Audebiao had seen before floated into his mind.

Three kilometers further ahead, there is a mine owned by a large Chinese company.

"Stop!" Suddenly, a loud shout rang out from the bushes.

A wounded Black man carrying an AK appeared in front of them. He pulled the trigger at Odbiao, but the gun was empty. He angrily threw the rifle aside and raised his machete above his head.

With his eyes closed, Audrey seemed to be asleep, and the old-fashioned bicycle crashed straight into him.

The two men crashed to the ground, and Audrey felt dizzy. He barely opened his eyes and saw his partner cursing as he got up, his sharp machete gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

The blade whistled down, and Odbiao instinctively rolled to the side. The blade grazed his ear and slashed into the dirt, sending shards of stone flying across his sweat-drenched face. (End of Chapter)