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

In extreme situations where citizens of multiple countries are kidnapped by terrorist organizations and negotiations are conducted publicly on television, major powers typically employ a three-track approach to crisis management: public coordination by international organizations, secret negotiations among major powers to formulate strategies, and covert execution by intermediaries.

World Federation.

"Our people have been kidnapped! This is outrageous!" a department head said angrily into the microphone.

"Yes, what kind of talk is that? Our organization has always maintained a principle of neutrality..."

"Don't worry, this kind of thing has happened before. As members of the united organization, according to statistics, the survival rate is over 80%!"

"We need to teach these guys a lesson!"

"Wait a minute, why does this Qian Jiajia seem unfamiliar to me? Do I have any information about her?"

"No, because she's not even in our department," the head of the heritage center coughed lightly.

"..."

The meeting room fell silent.

Meanwhile, the five major powers are holding a private, live-streamed meeting.

"I think we should continue to wait," the French representative finally managed to say after a long pause.

The representative of the United Kingdom nodded in agreement.

The Russian representative, somewhat agitated, banged on the table: "We've decided to send troops to rescue the hostages. They're people from our unified party!"

The unification party is Russia's biggest faction. How can they tolerate their own people being held hostage?

The American representative said, "Ha, sending troops to rescue hostages? I think it's about resolving the hostage situation. Everyone knows how you treat terrorists."

The two sides were already at odds, and now they were secretly mocking each other.

"Then what do you think we should do?" the Russian representative countered.

"Of course we're waiting for the right opportunity. They wouldn't dare actually kill anyone. The new government even wants us to acknowledge its legitimacy!"

"Heh, waiting for the right moment means waiting for the hostages to be killed, so you'll have an excuse to send troops, right? After all these years, you're still using the same old tricks."

The representative who had been intimidated could only shrug helplessly. What they said was the truth; their tactics were already common knowledge.

"If none of you move, then we will!" a representative shouted at that moment.

Upon hearing this, disbelief was written on the faces of the representatives from all four sides.

They never expected the other person to say that.

"We will not stand idly by while any of our citizens are kidnapped by terrorists overseas..." the representative, who had been silent until now, said firmly.

They have invested heavily in Africa, but in recent years many of their businesses have been robbed by locals, all orchestrated by powerful figures. This situation is unsustainable, and now presents a good opportunity to try and change things.

If this incident can be used to demonstrate the true strength of a major power, then its future investment and deterrent power in Africa will be self-evident.

If left unattended, not only will national prestige be damaged, but it will also face joint suppression from the United States and other major powers, resulting in significant losses to China's interests in Africa.

As for what I just said, those who understand, understand.

The representatives from all four sides weren't fools; they quickly figured it out. Since someone was going to send troops, they had to send troops too. However, they had to wait for the other side to act first; otherwise, how could they know they weren't just talking?

"Hehe, I know what you're thinking. Just half an hour ago, our fleet set sail and arrived near Zanzibar Island..." The representative of a certain country smirked.

Zanzibar Island is the island next to Lionhead City.

On the east and west sides of Lionhead City, thousands of black people have entered the city's outskirts.

These people were indeed militiamen and villagers from the surrounding area, just as Ruka had guessed; however, they had been invited by someone.

"Haha, food and appliances are falling from the sky! I've never seen anything like it in all my years," a Black man laughed as he drove by.

"We've only taken half of the stuff; the other half needs to be done later," the passenger in the front seat added.

"If you ask me, we might as well have just robbed them!"

"Didn't you see that all the guards have guns?"

"Heh, the AKs they gave us didn't have bullets. Who knows if the guards' guns are loaded?"

"Would you like to be the first one up?"

"I don't want to."

"Then it's over."

Just as the two were chatting, the car in front suddenly stopped.

After the leader, a Black man, got out of the car, he shouted to the people behind him, "Take as much as you can, load it all into the car. After we've taken all this, we'll go to the central area to get more."

“But the people inside have guns,” a thin Black man shouted.

“We fucking have guns too, haha.” The black leader laughed and raised the weapon in his hand.

This gun has bullets, but whether the other people's guns have bullets or not doesn't matter to him. As long as he can scare them and steal their stuff, that's all that matters.

Someone once said, "I'm not afraid of anything except being poor!"
The black people in front of me clearly belong to this category.

Although they knew the guys in the city had guns, they still chose to keep going in order to obtain the necessities they needed to survive.

"Listen up, you guys in front, stop right there!" one of the Hunter's men in the central region shouted, brandishing a gun.

The militiamen who were enjoying looting the shops were now filled with rage upon hearing this.

But when they saw the group of heavily armed soldiers on the other side, they felt a little scared.

"Why are you all stopping? Move your things!" The militia captain patted his men who were standing still.

"Captain, look at them..."

"What's there to be afraid of? There are so many of us, do you think he has enough bullets?" The captain said something to save face, but what he really wanted was to take a detour.

Just as both sides were locked in a stalemate, each trying to save face, a black object slid in a parabola and landed on Karika's side.

"boom!"

A loud bang was heard, and smoke and dust filled the air.

The grenade's immense power knocked several Black men to the ground. Scattered debris swept across the area like shrapnel, and a shop window shattered with a deafening roar.

"Damn it, they actually dared to make a move!" Upon seeing this, the soldiers of the Huntia picked up their guns and began firing at the militiamen, with AK47s constantly spitting out tongues of fire.

Although the militiamen had few guns, they were not to be trifled with. As the saying goes, even a clay figure has three parts fire. If they were to become cowardly, how would they manage the village in the future?

"Drive the car in and run them over!" the militia captain commanded his men as he fired his gun.

Trucks loaded with goods sped off and rushed toward the soldiers. The drivers seemed to be used to this, crouching low to avoid being exposed to gunfire as they charged.

"Dang Dang Dang!"

A series of bullets struck the truck, making a metallic clanging sound.

"Kill!" the militia captain shouted. The truck suddenly stopped after crashing into the crowd, and the militiamen, armed with melee weapons, emerged from the cargo and unleashed their blades on the soldiers who had not yet reacted.

Inside a nearby residential building, men dressed in combat uniforms were skillfully firing single shots.

The grenade we just threw was the one they threw.

Inside the government building office, a black man in a suit was pacing back and forth, having already heard the sounds of fighting outside.

"What's going on? How come there are still resistance forces in the city?" the black man muttered to himself.

"Click." At that moment, the door opened, and two people in white robes walked in.

"What's going on outside? Why is it so noisy? Has someone broken in?" Seeing his subordinate come in, the black man straightened his clothes and sat back down in his chair.

He didn't want anyone to see his panic, so he still had to maintain appearances.

"Yes, a large number of armed forces have suddenly appeared outside," the white-robed man on the left replied after a pause.

"Who is it? Soldiers from the north? That's impossible."

"I don't know."

Has anyone been here before?

“I don’t understand what you mean,” the white-robed man on the right spoke up.

The Black man scratched his head, thought for a moment, and then said, "I was drunk just now, and then the things on the table disappeared..."

"Do you need us to help you look for it?"

“I’ve searched the whole place, you idiot. I mean, I suspect someone broke in and stole my things.” The black man was getting angry.

“That’s impossible. Who would dare steal something right under your nose? I’m sure it’s somewhere out there.” The man in white robes said as he began to examine the ground.

"Do you know what I lost? I already told you my things weren't in the room." The black man slammed his fist on the table in frustration.

"How would we know if we didn't look for it? May I ask what you lost?"

“A… notebook… that’s my diary. I have a habit of writing in my diary.” The black man stammered out a few words, and then deliberately added a sentence at the end.

"Is this it? See, I told you so. How would you know you can't find it if you don't look for it?" The man in the white robe bent down and walked to the black man's table, and suddenly a brown notebook appeared out of thin air in his hand.

"Yes, yes, this is it!" The black man stood up excitedly and reached out to take the notebook.

However, the man in white suddenly snatched his hand away: "Tell me what's written inside, otherwise how can you prove it's yours?"

"How dare you! How did Emmanuel teach you all? Do you even know who I am?" The black man, who had been tricked, was furious.

"Who in Tanzania doesn't know you, Your Excellency Chief Sanghang!" Another man in white robes had already raised his gun.

On the other side, after receiving his subordinate's report, Shoujia flew into a rage. He drew his pistol from his waist and stood up to leave: "Damn it, have they gone too far? These damned rats, I'll teach them a lesson."

He was stopped by Imani as soon as he reached the door: "We've received the message. The World Federation is demanding the immediate release of the hostages. Several other major powers have already dispatched warships this way and are also threatening to demand their release. However, this is probably just a bluff, because if the fleets get close, the pirates will notify me in advance. Besides, I've already sent reinforcements. Now that things have come to this, we should also scare them a bit and boost public morale."

"You mean kill a few hostages first?"

“Yes.” Imani nodded.

“Hey, I’m good at this.” With that, Shoujia had his men drag the Christian over.

"Fellow Tanzanians, the colonists have already sailed their warships to the waters near Lionhead City, and they've even threatened to bombard this place with artillery fire. For the future of our nation, I will absolutely not compromise with any imperialist power..." After saying this, Shuga picked up his gun and pointed it at the man lying on the ground.

Two gunshots rang out, and the man on the ground lay motionless in a pool of blood.

"Someone once said that truth lies within the range of artillery, and I am the truth. I'll see if your missiles are faster, or my bullets are faster!" After taking down one of the hostages, Kariga roared at the camera.

"Next." He didn't intend to kill just one person; instead, he beckoned.

Soon, the American businessman was also dragged over.

"Americans, huh? You're the kind of people who love to play tricks and freeload off our mines!"

"Bang! Bang!" Two more shots were fired; Shouga was already in a bloodthirsty frenzy.

"No...don't kill me!" Zou Huajian, who was terrified, suddenly cried out in panic.

Originally, Shoujia had no intention of killing Zou Huajian, but he was suddenly irritated by the pig-like screams. He strode over, dragged him over, and kicked him repeatedly.

However, the more he did this, the louder the man on the ground screamed. In a fit of rage, Shoujia raised his hand and shot Zou Huajian in the arm, blood immediately pooling on the ground.

"Ahhh! Help! I'll pay, don't kill me!" Zou Huajian screamed in pain.

"Shut up!" Qian Jiajia suddenly strode forward and kicked Zou Huajian squarely in the jaw. The dull thud of the bone breaking and the abrupt end of his scream plunged the entire hall into an eerie silence.

"Ha! This little wildcat is interesting." Shoujia laughed and pointed the gun at Qian Jiajia's head.

Faced with the dark muzzle of a gun, Qian Jiajia panicked for a moment. Instinctively, she closed her eyes and awaited death.

"Stop! If you dare to shoot, I'll blow his head off!" At the critical moment, two men in white robes walked in, holding a black man hostage.

"Sangxing?"

"Isn't he dead?"

The hostages, upon seeing the man with a gun pointed at his head, all raised questions.

"This guy is really something. It's all just a show he put on. Since he couldn't be elected chieftain, he resorted to these little tricks, trying to support Shoujia as a puppet while he secretly became the dictator!" Chen Xi took off his mask.

The people in the association breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this; they had originally thought that Chen Xi had run away after leaving.

"Heh, then go ahead and blow his head off. Anyway, even if he dies, Shouga will still be the Great Chieftain," Imani sneered from the side.

"Do you think you're so smart? If you were, wouldn't you have shot him already? Don't you care about your brother's life or death?" Chen Xi smiled as he looked at the Arab in front of him, then shouted at Shoujia.

Upon hearing this, everyone was surprised once again.

So these two actually had this kind of relationship.

"That's hilarious. Do you think Shouga would care about his life or death just because of blood ties?" Imani shook his head.

"Of course he doesn't care about blood relations, but he does care about what Sang Xing holds. These things are related to your future control over Tanzania's resources and relations with other countries; otherwise, he would be useless by now. Let me tell you a little secret: this Sang Xing also has some dirt on you. He's written it all down in his little notebook..." Chen Xi chuckled.

"You mean you want to trade this for their lives?" Imani knew that Chen Xi was telling the truth. Sang Xing did indeed possess something valuable, otherwise he would have killed this guy long ago.

“That’s right, let us go. The notebook is yours, but I’ve already given the rest to someone else. You’ll receive the goods once we reach a safe location.”

After exchanging a glance, Shuga and Imani burst into laughter: "Haha, who gave you the courage to threaten terrorists!"

"Who gave it to you? Of course, it was Liang Jingru!"

As soon as Chen Xi finished speaking, and before Shoujia's sinister smile was even frozen on his face, the window suddenly shattered into countless fragments.

A terrifying shockwave swept across the hall like an invisible giant hammer, tossing everyone through the air like rag dolls being kicked.

Karika's beret spun and danced with the shards of glass.

The crystal chandelier crashed down with an organ-like roar, its sound mingling with the dull thud of a body hitting the ground, creating a symphony of death. (End of Chapter)