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Chapter 162, page 161: The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind!

It turned out that a group of local black people came to collect protection money. They probably saw the convoy during the day and it didn't leave, so they gathered the whole village to extort money from them.

"Mr. Yang, they want a thousand US dollars!"

Yang Jun was speechless. In Hong Kong, he was the one who collected protection money from others, but after only two days in Congo, he was extorted by the local villagers.

The people here are so kind and honest, damn!
"Give them a thousand dollars and tell them to get lost!"

Seeing that the bandits were poorly dressed, Yang Jun decided to do a good deed and gave them $1 to send them away.

Liu Gang continued to negotiate with the black people in French and started arguing with them.

"What? A thousand dollars per person? NO NO NO~"

The tribal chief opposite them brandished his knife and threatened Liu Gang:
"One thousand US dollars per person, you're not getting through here unless you give me eight thousand US dollars!"

"No, this is too expensive!"

boom.
A gunshot rang out, and the chief of the indigenous black tribe was shot in the head, blood splattering everywhere, covering Liu Gang's face in blood.

"Ahhh~"

Liu Gang was startled and quickly took a step back before realizing that the person who had fired the shot was Yang Jun.

"Why waste words with them? If you can't reason with them, just teach them a lesson with the truth."

Yang Jun's firing of his gun was like a signal; Tian Yangsheng and the others picked up their submachine guns and opened fire on the natives, sweeping away large swaths of them!

"Aaaaaah~ They have guns, run!"

The indigenous Black people were completely dumbfounded. They had kicked a hornet's nest in their attempt to rob someone. They never expected these Asians to be carrying guns. One by one, they threw down their knives and fled back to their village!
"Leave no one behind!"

Since we've chosen to take action, we must eliminate them completely. Who knows if these natives will call upon even more people to seek revenge!
Da da da da da.
chug chug chug
Gunfire thundered as Tian Yangsheng and his men transformed into butchers, pulling the triggers to shoot and kill every native black person in sight.

Soon, apart from the corpses scattered on the ground, there were no living people left.

Liu Gang vomited on the ground. He saw many corpses and blood on the ground. Although he had seen many big scenes, he had never seen so many dead people.

"We can't stay here any longer. We need to get to the town near the Kibali gold mine tonight."

So the convoy set off again toward its destination. For these native blacks, death was no big deal; there was no law or proper police in this place.

The police here are just like the military; they treat ordinary people even worse than bandits. There's absolutely nothing to worry about!
The convoy drove overnight to a small town near the Kibali mine. This town was formed specifically for the Kibali gold mine and is home to many people from mining and jewelry companies.

Liu Gang had stayed here before, so he took Yang Jun to a nearby hotel. With so many people in the town, it was bound to attract the attention of those with ulterior motives.

"We'll tell everyone we're businessmen here to contract a gold mine."

The Kibali gold mine is vast, housing over a dozen mining companies, all investors from various countries. The largest of these is the Mitsui zaibatsu from the island nation, which also employs a mercenary squad.

In the Mitsui zaibatsu's camp, Murakami Hideyama sat on a soft sofa, with a blonde woman beside him, watching a movie on a videotape.

"Mr. Murakami, Jackson is here!"

Before the secretary outside could finish speaking, Jackson, a tall man with a thick beard, burst into the room.

"You go out first!"

After Murakami Hideyama dismissed the blonde woman, Jackson said to Murakami Hideyama:
"A group of Chinese people, about a hundred or so, came to town today. We need to be careful!"

"Chinese?" Murakami Hideyama laughed heartily and said to Jackson:
"Don't worry about those cowards, they're just a bunch of sheep, probably here to do hard labor at the Kibali gold mine."

There are also many Chinese people at the Kibali gold mine. They all come from a city in mainland China and came here to pan for gold through introductions from relatives.

Murakami Hideyama paid no attention to this group and said to Jackson:
“I hired you to deal with the local rebels.”

Murakami Hideyama hired the Polar Bear Mercenary Group to deal with a local ethnic armed rebel group.

Jackson nodded and told Murakami Hideyama some news.

“Mr. Murakami, we cannot let our guard down. A group of my colleagues were killed in Hong Kong. Chinese people are not to be trifled with!”

Murakami Hideyama shook his head again, and said with a smile:

"That's your problem, what does it have to do with me? Get out! We still have to deal with those rebels tomorrow."

Jackson sighed. There was nothing he could do but leave the camp and take ten men to keep watch there. If it weren't for the money, he would have shot the Japanese man long ago.

The next day, as soon as Yang Jun woke up, Ahua walked into the house.

"Boss, all our big guys have arrived, let's get started!"

Yang Jun's eyes lit up. He had been in Congo for several days now, and the conditions here were too harsh. He wanted to finish this job as soon as possible and go back home!

"Alright, let's get started today. Is the map of the Kibali gold mine ready?"

Ahua brought over a map. The Kibali gold mine is located on a plain in the lower reaches of the Congo River, where the terrain is relatively flat.

"The Mitsui zaibatsu's camp is here. In addition to more than 20 mercenaries, they also have more than 160 gangsters from the island nation. They are also supervisors, responsible for overseeing the locals' work."

There were only 190 armed personnel in total, armed with AK47 automatic rifles, pistols, and other equipment, as well as two light machine guns and one heavy machine gun.

Yang Jun said with a smile:

"100 people against 190 people, the advantage is on my side!"

Yang Jun did not consider gangsters as combat forces at all; these island nation rioters could only bully the local indigenous blacks.

"Let's go to the Kibali gold mine!"

Yang Jun's convoy of more than 20 vehicles headed toward the Kibali gold mine. However, when they were still 1 kilometer away from the mine, they heard gunfire, a dense and continuous barrage of sounds!
"Dismount and prepare for battle!"

What happened? Was it discovered beforehand?

Yang Jun's first reaction was that he and his group had been discovered and that the other side had laid an ambush to snipe them.

All eighty-plus people got out of the vehicles and hid behind the car bunkers, but they did not find any enemies nearby.

Tian Yangyi ran back from the front and reported to Yang Jun:

"Boss, there's a fight going on between two groups up ahead. One side is a Black army, and the other is a mixed force of whites and Asians."

Oh? Yang Jun didn't know what had happened either, but this matter was very advantageous to him.

"Let's go take a look!"

Yang Jun, accompanied by more than ten bodyguards, followed Tian Yangyi to a small hill, where they saw two groups of people fighting ahead.

On one side was a Black army, about 300 men, dressed like beggars, carrying AK47 assault rifles, charging forward in a huge swarm, firing as they went, shouting and yelling, but their marksmanship was appalling.

It looked like a big show of force, but only 4 or 5 of the opposing island nation's soldiers fell.

Black people's marksmanship? As long as they don't hit their own people, they're considered pretty good marksmen. On the other hand, the islanders on the other side are just firing randomly, not much different from the Black soldiers.

"This is just a bunch of weaklings fighting each other. Where are the mercenaries?"

Yang Jun had excellent eyesight and could see the situation below at a glance: the black army and the islanders in the mine were fighting back and forth, with both sides suffering losses.

The Black army charged forward in droves, firing AK47s. They were more courageous than the islanders in the mine, but they also suffered greater losses.

Da da da da da.
chug chug chug
"Boss, should we make our move?"

"Let's see how it goes first."

Yang Jun lay on the mound of earth, acting as a proper bystander. This was a live broadcast of a war taking place in Africa, which was much more exciting than watching TV.

Since the mercenaries hadn't even appeared yet, Yang Jun naturally wouldn't make a move. He ordered the War Wolf Mercenary Group to take cover on the spot and act according to the situation!

The battle intensified, with the two sides now only about 10 meters apart. The black soldiers' marksmanship improved, and the islanders were unable to lift their heads. After all, they were not professional soldiers and were untrained. Many of them were able to flee.

Murakami Hideyama became anxious upon seeing this and contacted Jackson via walkie-talkie.

"Damn it, hurry up and do it! We paid you to come here, not to watch a show!"

When Murakami Hideyama invested in the Democratic Republic of Congo, he poured in tens of millions of US dollars, spending over ten million US dollars just to bribe high-ranking Congolese officials. He contracted the largest area of ​​the Kibali gold mine.

Who knew that after all the hard work of securing the contract and dealing with the high-ranking officials in the Democratic Republic of Congo, a group of rebels arrived, also eyeing the gold mines, leading to a conflict of interest between the two sides.

So, Murakami Hideyama spent millions to hire the internationally renowned Polar Bear mercenary group, hoping they would drive out the Congolese rebels and protect the islanders' interests in the gold mines.

Don't ask why the Congolese regular army isn't being deployed. If they invited these useless old men, Murakami Hideyama would probably be skinned alive.

Seeing that the islanders were indeed unable to hold on, Jackson sneered and said:
"Let these trash know what real fighting is!"

"Hehe, beat them! Beat these black devils to death!"

Five heavy machine guns opened fire simultaneously. The Polar Bear Mercenary Group had made their move. More than ten assault soldiers, along with the five heavy machine guns, unleashed their power. At close range, the black rebels on the other side fell down in droves like leeks.

The Black insurgents' offensive stalled, and many began to retreat!

boom!
Tom, a white sniper, lay prone in the grass and directly sniped a black rebel officer, blowing his head off with a single shot.

"At ten o'clock, a black man wearing a beret."

Sniper Tom's observer was also a Black man who could easily identify officers on the battlefield and then notify sniper Tom to quickly find valuable targets.

After losing several officers, the Black insurgents completely collapsed, and many turned back.

"General, we've been defeated. Let's go!"

The rebel leader, named Kabila, stamped his foot in exasperation and angrily cursed:

"These white mercenaries, these damn guys!"

Kabila deeply hated white people because they were the invaders of Africa, but he still harbored a slight fear of them.

"Retreat! Retreat first!"

Yang Jun had a clear view from the opposite hill, cursed the black rebels under his breath for being useless, and gave the order to Tian Yangyi:
"Let's take out the Polar Bear Mercenary Group's sniper now!"

"Also, take out the five heavy machine gunners immediately!"

On the battlefield, snipers and machine gunners pose the greatest threat and must be eliminated as soon as possible.

Taking advantage of the fact that the Polar Bear mercenary group had not yet discovered Yang Jun and his group, Yang Jun and his group took advantage of the chaos and launched a surprise attack.

Tian Yangyi led a five-man sniper squad, each armed with a Barrett M82A1 sniper rifle, and they spread out to launch a surprise attack on the Polar Bear Mercenary Group's snipers and machine gunners.

Yang Jun also got an M82A1 sniper rifle and aimed it at the enemy's sniper observer.

boom.
Yang Jun aimed at the black observer from the Polar Bear Mercenary Group through the scope, adjusted his breathing, and decisively pulled the trigger, accurately hitting the black man's head from 800 meters away.

The black man's head exploded like a watermelon, and blood splattered all over Tom's face.

Tom was shocked. He glanced at the dead observer beside him and roared:
"They have snipers too! Ah~"

Tom screamed as he too was shot in the neck and fell into the dirt mound.

Tom glanced at the distance in shock and realized that there were many snipers, not just one.
What's possible? How come these Black rebels have so many snipers? Why didn't they appear earlier?

Tom couldn't understand how these snipers had suddenly appeared.

The machine gunner who was slaughtering the black rebels across the way was stunned when he heard this. Was there a sniper on the other side?

"Stay hidden!"

Bang... The machine gunner fell, a large hole in his forehead, dead beyond any doubt.

The Barrett M82A1 sniper rifle uses large-caliber .50 caliber bullets, which are 12.7 mm. Once hit, unless it hits the hands or feet, it is almost certain to kill. The bullet hole is the size of a fist.

"Damn it! They have a lot of snipers. Tom and Allen are both dead. Get under cover!"

Jackson was stunned. In less than a minute, his mercenary squad had lost four men. His heart was bleeding!
"Captain, they're not Black, they're Asian!"

One of the Polar Bear team members saw the faces of the attackers through binoculars; they were all Asian, not Black insurgents.

"What? An Asian?"

Jackson was shocked. He wondered how these black rebels could have such strong fighting power. Sure enough, a group of mysterious Asians appeared.

"Kill them!"

Enraged, Jackson ordered the remaining dozen or so team members to fire at Yang Jun and his men, but the effective range of their rifles was only 600 meters, which was far too short to hit Yang Jun's location.

"Charge! Kill them!"

Jackson also asked Murakami Hideyama for help, saying that a group of Asians had attacked them and that Murakami Hideyama should send his men to rush over and eliminate them, otherwise the entire camp would be occupied by these Asians.

Murakami Hideyama was completely bewildered. Why was another group of Asians showing up? Was this ever going to end?
Who were these people? Why were they attacked? Murakami Hideyama had no idea.

These are turbulent times, Murakami Hideyama said with a cold face.

However, Murakami Hideyama understood that he and Jackson were now in the same boat, and these Asians were most likely after the gold mine.

"Baka! You all charge together and kill these Chinese!"

Murakami Hideyama understood that this group of people was most likely the Chinese who had arrived in the town yesterday. He knew that there were only about 100 of them.

We have about 170 people left on our side, which gives us a numerical advantage; 170 vs 100.
Moreover, our side has just won a great victory and our morale is commendable. We can take advantage of this momentum and wipe out these Chinese in one fell swoop!

The vault belongs to the Mitsui zaibatsu; no one can take it away!

(End of this chapter)