The Fourth Disaster Begins at the Dawn of the Millennium

"That's true, but for work purposes, I have to take the risk and come here. After all, even if we hide in the countryside, what if someone betrays us? Whether we hide in the suburbs or in the countryside, we can't escape the pursuit of Indonesian soldiers," Daur said. "After Alex dies, Conis will continue to lead our armed struggle. If Conis dies, I will take over. If I die, there will be others to continue... So, you don't have to worry about our safety. We East Timorese have seen too much blood and sacrifice. Countless people have fought to the death. I am not a big deal."

After talking about these, Daur changed the subject and talked about the new round of encirclement and suppression by the Indonesian army in the past two days. "Prapo, Suharto's loyal lackey, has long regarded East Timor as his fiefdom. Any action we take will cause the other side to retaliate tenfold or a hundredfold. In the past few days, more than a hundred Indonesian troops stationed in East Timor were suddenly wiped out, which aroused the anger of the Indonesian military. They accused this of being a terrorist action launched by the Tongan Revolutionary Front against the Indonesian army. Therefore, the Indonesian army launched a new round of encirclement and suppression against us..."

"But we know very well that we have not made such a bold plan, and no team has done so," the Chief of General Staff continued, "However, what variables have appeared in East Timor that caused all this? The journalist friend told us the route they took to enter East Timor, and it happened that the Indonesian army was attacked on this route. Yesterday, my comrade told me that dozens of silent foreigners suddenly entered the city... The journalist said, you are just bodyguards... My friends, oh, if it is really you who killed more than a hundred Indonesian soldiers, please allow me to call you this, my foreign friends, why did you come to East Timor? What do you want?"

"Brothers, please send me a copy of the document we discussed earlier!"

"What? We're already signing the 'Twenty-One Demands', or the Treaty of Friendship and Mutual Assistance, so soon? Damn, we've only prepared a rough draft. Is there anyone in our group who studies international law who can help check it?"

"It's okay, it's okay. We're just having a preliminary discussion here. Send me the latest version first!"

"Secret Agreement of Friendship, Cooperation and Mutual Assistance between Jushen Company and East Timor" (revised on August 8)

"receive!"

After receiving the file from the player in the WeChat group, Yu Bo immediately said to the Chief of Staff:

"Our boss is very happy to support the East Timorese people in their fight against Indonesia's bloody colonial rule, so we are here. The more than 100 people killed by gunmen in Indonesia are the best proof of the help we can provide, but these only show a tiny part of our capabilities. From arms assistance, to personnel training, to fire support, to direct armed intervention, the above actions are all within the scope of our Giant God Company's business. With our support, East Timor does not have to rely on the unreachable external public opinion pressure to achieve independence (if Suharto does not fall, the role of public opinion pressure can only be said to be "if any"), but can rely on force to expel all Indonesian armed forces stationed in East Timor."

"It sounds like a fairy tale, sir... This world is really crazy. Have multinational corporations become so powerful that they can declare war on the armed forces of a country?" The Chief of General Staff was still a little shocked, but he did not take Yu Bo's words as a joke. After a long while, he asked solemnly: "Since you are a company, the company will pursue profits. Your boss will never use real money for charity. Sir, I have to tell you in advance that East Timor's independence, sovereignty and territorial integrity will not be traded. If what you want is beyond this... If the Tongren Front chooses to accept your help, then what is the price?"

Here comes the useful information! Yu Bo thought to himself, and then read to the chief of staff of the Tongkat Ali Army:

“Article 1: The Universal Group and East Timor should maintain long-term friendship… Damn, this is nonsense…

Article 2: Employees of the Universal Group may reside in the entire territory of East Timor.

For travel, business and work, you only need to bring your company ID, ID card and passport, without having to apply for any travel documents; in return,

The group will provide funding and manpower to help improve education and medical levels in East Timor after its independence.

Article 3: East Timor will not allow any restrictions on the import and export of goods of Universal Group; in return, Universal Group will inject technology, funds and personnel to establish the East Timor Development Company, invest in infrastructure in East Timor, and enjoy the benefits.

Article 4: Universal Group may participate in any legal industry in Timor-Leste and enjoy the same conditions as domestic enterprises.

Article 5: Merchant ships of the World Group may freely enter and exit all waters of East Timor and enjoy the same treatment as domestic merchant ships without any restrictions or additional tax burdens.

Article 6: After East Timor's independence, Universal Group will lease xxx square kilometers of land in East Timor to house important military assets of Giant Security, a subsidiary of Universal Group; in return, when East Timor is invaded, Giant Security's military resources will be invested in anti-aggression operations.

Article 7: When the Timor-Leste government grants mining rights to companies from other countries in the future, it must also grant the same rights and preferential treatment to Universal Group.

Article 8: The Universal Group and the East Timorese government jointly establish an "oil fund" to assist the East Timorese government in oil and gas development. In return, under the same conditions, East Timor must give priority to jointly developing all its oil and gas resources with the Universal Group.

Article 9..................."

Yu Bo read out a long list of treaty contents, and the Chief of General Staff frowned when he heard it.

There were some that the Chief of General Staff thought were quite outrageous, what did it mean to rent land to house important military assets? There were some that the Chief of General Staff did not quite understand, but they did not sound too excessive. Finally, there were some that the Chief of General Staff himself thought were a bit excessive, but East Timor itself was a

Being poor and without resources, some things will be taken away by the interest groups of other countries if not by the Universal Group, such as offshore oil and gas resources. Can East Timor fully develop these resources on its own?

Although, psychologically, Daur felt that these treaties were acceptable, after twenty years of nearly desperate struggle, for the sake of national independence, some people in the Tongren Front privately said that they would "make a deal with the devil" and drive the Indonesian army out of East Timor. These treaties do not seem to be a deal with the devil...

"It sounds like you are well prepared, but I can't make the decision..." the Chief of General Staff said, "I will bring it to my superiors..."

Chapter 60 This is an open world sandbox game!

Before the Tongkat Ali gave a clear answer, the players had already found a suitable resurrection point, which was a secret Tongkat Ali base at the junction of the city and the suburbs, connected to multiple surrounding areas by tunnels. In this way, even if the players were blocked by Indonesian soldiers at the resurrection point, they would have the opportunity to move and retreat. With the resurrection point, the players who were previously frightened finally felt relieved, and finally no longer had to worry about being taken away by a bullet and then flying back from the United States. Even if they died in the crossfire, an hour later, the players were brave again.

With the resurrection point, players have settled down. Now, the players who have taken root in East Timor have a question in their minds: "What should I do now? Where should I go? Who should I kill?"

"Go ask the NPCs," Yu Bo said to everyone in the chat group, "Ask those NPCs, who caused the most public resentment, and let's go after him. Brothers, this is an open world sandbox game! We have to learn to do things on our own and take on quests on our own..."

The chief of staff of the Tongge Group had not yet received a response from his superiors regarding the "Giant God Plan" when the players came to him again. They said that the Giant God Company had launched a "trial period" to allow the Tongge Group to try out the Giant God Company's services for a week before officially signing the contract. This operation made the chief of staff, whose brain circuits could not keep up with the players, cautiously ask back: "If we try it out and then don't sign the contract, won't you lose money?"

"That's impossible," Yu Bo, who was sitting in front of the Chief of General Staff, said confidently, "All the customers who have tried Giant Security's services have praised our service quality, and none of them have not relied on the services we provide in the end."

At this point, the Chief of Staff has understood what the Giant God Security employee said. It is nothing more than using the "trial" to make the Tongkat Ali addicted to the services of Giant God Security, so that the Tongkat Ali cannot leave Giant God Security and have to sign the contract. But the Chief of Staff still feels... incomprehensible. What kind of service can be so powerful?

Although there is a possibility of "addiction", the Chief of General Staff did not refuse the "trial". If you have a chance, you will be a fool not to take advantage of it. Since it is a trial, the two sides are now in a cooperative relationship. At the suggestion of the Chief of General Staff, part of the Tongan Front's intelligence network will be opened to the staff of Giant God Security, such as how many Indonesian soldiers are there in x×, how many pro-Indonesian militias are there in xxx, what weapons and equipment they have, and what those soldiers have done recently.

"What kind of information do you want to know?"

"Tell me everything you know recently. We want to know which Indonesian soldiers or militias have been in the limelight recently. Well, we want to get rid of these prominent ones, so that we can be in the limelight."

The intelligence officer of the Tongan Revolutionary Front had a speechless expression on his face, but his superior said that they could trust the fighting power of these foreigners, so...it's true, there are some Indonesian armed forces that have been particularly prominent recently, making the East Timorese people hate them to death.

Indonesia has no shortage of collaborators in East Timor. The Timorese People's Democratic Association and the Timorese Democratic Union, which were composed of landlords, plantation owners, tribal leaders and old bureaucrats, both stood decisively on the side of Indonesia after being defeated by the ETRF in the 70s.

For example, the Timorese People's Democratic Association firmly advocated merging with Indonesia. It was originally named "Association for the Promotion of Timor's Integration into Indonesia". In its founding manifesto, it set "spontaneous integration under Indonesian rule" as its purpose, and was particularly keen on popularizing Indonesian education in East Timor. The first leader of the Timorese People's Democratic Association had cooperated with the Japanese army during the Japanese occupation. In the 70s, he went to Jakarta again, allowing the Indonesian officials to find the key to solving the East Timor issue from him, and thus gave him and his party a considerable degree of support. After Indonesia annexed East Timor, the leader of the Timorese People's Democratic Association naturally became the leader of the Indonesian-ruled East Timor region.

In the late 1980s, Indonesia believed that the "new order" in East Timor had been basically established, so it opened up East Timor to a certain extent, allowing the country to

Indonesians moved here to consolidate Indonesia's rule in East Timor and to further develop East Timor.

As long as there are more and more Indonesians in East Timor, the "solid" state of East Timor will be gradually divided and disintegrated sooner or later, and these Indonesians who have just arrived in East Timor will

In order to protect their own interests and survival, the Indonesians can only build a pro-Indonesian army, just like the pro-Indonesian East Timorese,

Indonesian militia.

In 1997, when the Indonesian army carried out some heinous actions, they often put on militia clothes and put on a layer of "British militia" skin to do it. Of course, this does not mean that this militia organization is definitely the same as the Indonesian militia. Although its weapons and equipment and combat effectiveness are much better than those of the Indonesian army, in terms of brutality, the two sides are on par with each other and there is no difference.

"15 kilometers from here, in Mariana, there is a Mahidi militia stronghold with about 14 people, equipped with assault rifles and several light machine guns. There are several pickup trucks in the stronghold, but no heavy weapons. Just yesterday, this militia attacked a nearby village, killing more than a dozen villagers and one of our young soldiers, who is only years old this year..."

Yu Bo took a look at the description in the mission briefing, then lay down behind a big tree and used a telescope to look at the human body parts inserted on the upright woods not far away. "Fuck, this kind of restricted stuff can be made into a game? Damn, people who don't know would think I'm playing a foreign horror game..." After taking a look, Yu Bo turned the camera to other places. The thing on the most eye-catching wooden stick was too bloody and too realistic. Looking at it for too long would give you nightmares at night.

A dozen of Giant God Security's corporate warriors came to the outskirts of the militia stronghold and stopped at the edge of the rain forest. The "thickness" of the rain forest made it difficult for the moonlight to penetrate, and only some faint light could be seen. The humidity in the rain forest filled the air, giving people a dull feeling. Occasionally, a few drops of rain slid down between the leaves, breaking the silence of the night together with the low chirping of night birds and the chirping of insects in the distance.

The outpost was surrounded by simple iron sheets, but on this thin iron wall, there was a barbed wire fence. The patrol militia used a few dim flashlights to sweep back and forth, barely illuminating the area around the outpost.

"There's a light machine gun mounted at the main gate. It's hard to just rush in. It's easy to climb over the iron wall, but it's hard to cross the barbed wire. We have to tear it down. Damn, although this stronghold is simple, it's good enough to deal with light infantry without heavy weapons, not to mention the Tongkat Ali who are short of weapons and bullets."

"It's not that we can't fight, but we may not be able to wipe them out cleanly. If we let them run away, this mission won't be a perfect evaluation. It's a bit of a loss..."

"Can I touch it........"

Suddenly, the player heard the sound of rain coming from the headset. After a while, the sound of rain changed from pattering to gurgling, and then to a downpour. This is how it is in areas with tropical rainforest climates. It is hot and rainy all year round. When it rains, it is like a hole in the sky. The players noticed that the light of the flashlight that was sweeping the floor disappeared. At night, it was raining so hard that it was not easy to spot a person who was close at hand...

"God help me! Brothers, get in!"

Chapter 61 A "ghost" wanders in East Timor

The heavy rain made the militiamen hide in their houses with peace of mind. The heavy rain also made the cans set on the wire mesh rattle non-stop. Therefore, even though the players were unscrupulously removing the wire mesh with pliers, making quite a noise, they did not attract the attention of the militiamen. As for whether there were mines near the wire mesh, the players were careless and did not consider it at all. Moreover, they were just a pro-Indonesian militia organization. How professional could you expect them to be in setting up their camp?

The bean-sized raindrops hit the ground, splashing layers of water. The entire base was shrouded in a wet darkness. The leaves swayed in the storm, making rustling sounds. In this dark and violent rainstorm, some players looked for cover, aimed their guns at the wall, and several other players took pliers, crouched, and slowly moved to the edge of the wall. One of them was a cushion, and the other stepped on the shoulders of his comrade, and then cut the barbed wire unscrupulously. Because the players didn't have to worry about the noise made by the iron cans hanging on the barbed wire, soon, several gaps appeared on the barbed wire that were big enough for people to pass through.

"Go, go, go! Brothers, make sure you assassinate them if you can. We have limited ammunition, so use knives instead of bullets, and try not to alert the enemy. I also want to steal a few more intact uniforms from the Indonesian militia, and we should also keep those pickup trucks as much as possible, they will be useful!"

"Brother Bo, what new ideas do you have in your mind?"

"Hey, I'll tell you more later!"

As they talked, the corporate warriors filed in, carefully drilled through the gap in the barbed wire, climbed over the wall, and entered the base. Under the cover of night and heavy rain, the militia in the base was still unaware of the arrival of the uninvited guests, and the players who climbed into the base were also confused.

"Hmm? Where are the people? Where are the enemies?"

"Is there any need to think about it? They are all hiding in the house to avoid the rain!"

"Xue, this game is pretty realistic. The NPCs will do different things according to the weather changes..."

"Wait, wait, I see someone! At the entrance! I'll mark it for you. This unlucky guy is guarding the entrance diligently..."

"Then what else is there to say? Let's take care of these guys first, and then we'll go 'visit' them room by room."

There were only three militiamen near the entrance, two of them sitting on chairs at the back, and one standing in front. All three looked very relaxed. The one sitting on the chair put his gun on the table, and the one standing didn't even have a magazine on his rifle. The players carefully circled the entire base again and confirmed that only the unlucky Ge Ren was outside in the wind and rain (although there was a shed above his head, it couldn't block such a heavy rain), and the other militiamen in the entire base were hiding in the house to avoid the rain.

"That's easy, let's kill the two people sitting in the back first!" Players have accumulated a lot of experience in this kind of assassination when playing other games, and now they are quite good at it. The two corporate warriors used the messy objects piled up on the open ground to hide their bodies and quietly approached the two sitting militiamen. Under the cover of the heavy rain, their footsteps were completely drowned out. Until they got close enough...

A Giant God security guard quickly covered the mouth of one of the militiamen, and stabbed his neck with a dagger with his other hand. Another Giant God security guard also moved as fast as lightning and dealt with the second militiaman in the same way. The two militiamen were dragged to the corner before they could even make any sound. However, in the process of dealing with the second militiaman, his foot accidentally kicked over a chair, making a "bang" sound. Perhaps because the distance was too close, such a movement seemed abrupt in the sound of heavy rain. The standing militiaman slowly turned around and saw that the two companions who were originally sitting on the chairs had disappeared, and one of the chairs was even overturned on the ground.

"Guntur! Simon!"

The militiaman instinctively called out his comrade's name, but his call went unanswered, and was not heard by the other comrades locked in the room. The panicked militiaman immediately took out the magazine and prepared to insert it into his assault rifle.

Suddenly, a dazzling flash appeared in front of his eyes. The dazzling white light cut through the dark night sky and illuminated the dark night in the storm. The light exposed everything hidden in the darkness. The light allowed the militia to see that in the dark corner that was originally invisible, his comrade was lying in the corner, and there was a masked stranger in camouflage uniform standing in the corner. However, the militia had no time to react. Following the lightning and thunder, a dagger flew out from the corner and hit his neck.

The militiaman's eyes widened. He wanted to shoot, but the magazine was not yet inserted into the rifle. He wanted to shout to warn his comrades who were hiding in the house to avoid the rain, but the blood had already flowed into his throat and he could not make any sound. His hands trembled as he tried to cover the wound, but soon his hands lost strength and his body fell to the ground uncontrollably.

"Awesome!" "Flying Knife God!"

"Okay, okay, stop bragging. It's time to deal with the militia in each room. We need to finish it as soon as possible. Our game characters have been caught in the rain and haven't had a good rest. If we're not careful, we might get a debuff."

"Understand, understand. We will tear off the heads of all the militiamen in this stronghold within an hour, then sleep in their beds, eat their canned food, and strip them of their clothes. Tomorrow morning..."

"Early tomorrow morning, we will put on the uniforms of the Mahidi militia, drive their pickup trucks, and attack another group of pro-Indonesian Harinthal militias!"

The Giant God Security soldiers came to the first room, and there was a sound coming from the room.

The sound of talking, the people inside probably weren't asleep. As for how to open the door, the players had different opinions. Some said it could be opened by swinging it, some said it could be broken open by smashing it, but more players supported... knocking on the door. Then something outrageous happened

When the player knocked on the door, the militia in the house did not suspect that the enemy was outside, but just shouted "It's not time to change the guard yet! Knock on your mother's door!"

The moment the militiaman pushed open the door, he saw a man in militia uniform, but the face was unfamiliar and he had no impression of it at all. Just as the militiaman wanted to ask who the other person was, the stranger's left hand suddenly pulled the door open a little more, and suddenly raised a dagger with his right hand and stabbed him fiercely.

The three militiamen in the room were still concentrating on playing a deck of cards. They didn't react until the militiaman who went to open the door suddenly fell down holding his neck, but it was too late. The first uninvited guest who rushed into the room stretched out his hands and grabbed the heads of the two militiamen, and pressed their heads against the hard corner of the table like an eagle catching a chicken. The other militiaman who had already touched the gun was killed again by the "flying knife god" among these corporate warriors. Several militiamen died neatly on the card table, and the blood quickly dyed the cards red.

The door of the second room was pried open, and because only snoring sounds were heard from inside the room, the player carried out the assassination operation as usual. Some used knives, while others suffocated people to death with great force and pillows. Without exception, no noise was made.

Finally, all the players gathered in front of a big house.

It is a two-story building with an antenna on the roof. The size of this floor is estimated to be enough to accommodate a few militiamen to sleep. Not only that, the player also heard

Hearing the footsteps and voices coming from the room, it was unrealistic to expect to kill the target in one shot while he was asleep.

"We can't rely on assassination to kill all the enemies. We are lucky that we didn't alert any of the enemies in front of us," Yu Bo said to everyone. "We should use our guns when necessary. Just make sure that no enemy escapes. Now

With the rain so heavy, even if we fire, the enemies in other positions won’t be able to hear us.”

"It should have been done a long time ago. Everyone listen to me, give me the task of scoring the goal! This time I brought a Xia grenade. When you were having fun shooting before, I only got an assist. This time, I will get a few kills no matter what......"

Chapter 62: Chaos

"Collect food, ammunition, change into their clothes, and take a nap. When it gets light, we'll visit the next family..."

The current Giant God Security looks more like an Indonesian militia organization. They wear Indonesian militia uniforms, use their weapons (using enemy ammunition to replenish themselves), and eat their allocated supplies. The original owner of the bed has been killed by the players, so the players openly occupy the beds of these Indonesian militias and lie on them to eliminate the "fatigue" debuff of the game characters.

It looks like nothing happened here, if you ignore the dozens of bodies in the cellar and the bloodstains in the room...

A few hours later, the heavy rain stopped, the sky cleared up again, and gradually woke up from the darkness. The faint morning light shone through the thin clouds and sprinkled on the ground. The cool breeze in the morning was refreshing. Yu Bo's team of players, more than a dozen people, got on four pickup trucks, changed into Mahidi militia uniforms (which were not much different from the uniforms of the Indonesian army and other pro-Indonesian militias, except for the armbands), and began their journey of making trouble.

The first target of the raid was a sandalwood processing factory guarded by the Harinthal militia. It was located on the edge of a forest even farther away from the city, surrounded by tall sandalwood trees, whose branches and leaves swayed gently in the wind, making a rustling sound.

Sandalwood is also the interest of the Indonesian military in East Timor. The processed sandalwood statues are mainly Buddha statues, Christ statues and Madonna statues, which are popular in East Asia and Europe. In addition, the sales of sandalwood essential oil and sandalwood powder are also very good, among which sandalwood essential oil is worth up to US$150 per kilogram.

In order to gain more benefits as quickly as possible, the Indonesian military is doing its utmost to develop this area.

They fish in the pond, regardless of whether the trees are mature or not, big or small, and they especially like to dig up the roots of sandalwood, because the sandalwood in the roots is of the best quality.

Good. Due to years of crazy logging, the number of sandalwood trees has dropped sharply, and there has been no replanting. It took Indonesia only 20 years to cut more sandalwood than the Portuguese did in four centuries of rule.

The factory's walls were as rough as the military outpost that had been raided before, made of wood and iron sheets. The factory guards were yawning at the door, ready to greet a new day. As for the Dongchangwen logging workers in the factory, they watched the sun slowly rise with numb faces. What was the difference between a new day and the countless days in the past? Although the sun was shining on them,

On the other hand, their future is "dark and bleak". To be precise, these East Timorese laborers are slave laborers of the Indonesian military.

How were Indonesians oppressed by Western colonizers in history?

After colonizing East Timor, they used the Western colonial methods on the East Timorese in an even more severe way. The guards of these factories not only guarded the perimeter of the factory to prevent themselves from being attacked by the Tongan Revolutionary Front, but also supervised the interior of the factory.

The East Timorese slave laborers were forced to revolt or be lazy.

When the militiamen saw four pickup trucks approaching quickly from a distance, the Harintar militiamen did not realize anything was wrong, because the guerrillas of the Tongan Revolutionary Front certainly did not have the courage to drive pickup trucks at high speed on the highway.

This is too conspicuous! The guards still didn't have the slightest suspicion of Shi Ling, thinking that these were patrolling militias. Even until the pickup truck

When we stopped at the gate of the processing plant, we saw several people getting out of a pickup truck.

As they approached, the Harintar militiamen saw the Mahidi militia logo on the other side's armbands, but they still didn't think anything of it and thought the other side was just asking for a light.

However, the Mahidi militiamen who jumped off the pickup trucks did not pull out cigarettes, but assault rifles. Before the guards could react, a burst of gunfire rang out, and the guards fell down, with blood spilling all over the ground. The players who had already gotten off the trucks quickly moved the roadblocks away, and the pickup truck parked at the door started in second gear and rushed straight into the factory.

"The Mahidi bastards attacked us!"

The Harintar militia inside the factory resisted step by step, but was defeated step by step, leaving only corpses on the ground. They wanted to escape, but they didn't expect that the enemy had sent people driving pickup trucks to the back door of the factory. The militias who rushed out of the factory were ambushed by the "Mahidi militia" outside and blocked them after running a few steps. The gunmen still didn't understand what was going on. Some of them just saw the other party's armband and recognized that the other party was also a militia like themselves.

Players were shooting all the way. As long as they saw someone trying to pick up a weapon (which meant their health bar would be bright), they would open fire without hesitation. Dense bullets were fired like raindrops. The workers in the factory fled in panic. Some hid behind the machines, and some hid in the corners of the factory. When there was really nowhere to hide, they could only kneel on the ground and beg for mercy. Then, they were kicked away by the players or carried away with one hand...

"You're taking up my shooting position! Get out there!"

“Da da da da da—”

"boom--"