The Fourth Disaster Begins at the Dawn of the Millennium

Chapter 206 Death from the Sky

"Let me ask you a question. Is the weapon operator on the plane a player or an NPC?"

"Of course it's us players. How could such a good position be left to the NPC?" "Oh, okay, that's good. Can you see the friendly information? Our infiltration did not carry any identification marks..."

"What the fuck! It's a good thing that the one operating the weapon is one of ours, otherwise it would have blown you up as well."

The pickup trucks driven by the Giant God Security Team were covered in mud and bullet holes as they rampaged through the narrow streets. The roar of their engines echoed between the buildings as they moved at full speed toward the location inside the trucks.

At the same time, RUF soldiers were busy setting up roadblocks at the other end of the city, their faces full of anger and fanaticism, probably because of the drugs. The infantrymen who were sent to the ground to set up defenses were surprised to find during a brief close-range exchange of fire with the RUF that if the 7.62mm bullets did not hit the vital parts of these fanatical black uncles, the other side would really stand up and continue to attack like zombies without feeling any pain. They had to fire a few more bullets, or simply call in the helicopters overhead to use large-caliber machine guns to shoot the other side into parts.

It is conceivable that if the infiltration team with only light weapons was surrounded by groups of drugged RUF armed forces, they would be unable to break out even if they ran out of ammunition and food. Moreover, the RUF soldiers were ready to intercept them. They had set up machine guns on the road ahead of the convoy, and the soldiers holding RPGs hid behind the bunkers. They even brought in several infantry fighting vehicles (robbed from the Indian peacekeeping forces).

At this time, the people in the White House War Room had not heard what the A-10 "Warthog" weapons operator said. They only saw on the screen that the infiltration team's convoy was heading towards an intersection where the RUF had set up a "dragnet". At this time, the professionals from the Pentagon in the War Room hurriedly said to the representative of Giant God Company: "Hurry up and let the convoy change the route, and arrange your armed helicopters to support immediately! Oh, God, I must have lost my mind. The live broadcast has a time delay. At this moment, they must have already..."

"Don't worry, gentlemen. Giant God Security has already prepared a response plan for this..."

Just as the RUF soldiers were nervously preparing for battle, a low roar was heard in the sky. The soldiers looked up and saw an attack plane that was not very fast (compared to a jet fighter) approaching from a distance. The huge fuselage cast a shadow in the sun, like a predatory bird of prey. Accompanied by a low noise similar to "fart", bullets poured down at a speed of thousands of rounds per minute, pouring a deadly rain of bullets onto the ground.

In just a few seconds, the situation on the ground changed dramatically. Bullets swept through the streets like a rainstorm, and the buildings and vehicles on the ground seemed vulnerable to this destructive force. The walls were riddled with holes, the vehicles were torn into pieces, and the dust and rubble splashed on the ground formed a blurred barrier in the sun. The RUF soldiers didn't even have time to react before they were knocked to the ground by the ruthless firepower, and large pieces of broken limbs were left on the ground.

Even the underage child soldiers were no exception. Although their faces were still childish, Giant God Security would not bet on whether these drugged child soldiers would raise their guns and shoot or raise their hands and surrender when they encountered the infiltration team's convoy passing by. When the A-10 began to shoot, the child soldier tried to hide behind the sandbag bunker, but he was a few steps too slow. His dodging action suddenly stopped, and his eyes were filled with fear and confusion. The next second, he was swept into the storm of bullets, and blood splattered on the ground, like a scarlet flower blooming in the dust.

Dust and smoke filled the air, and the so-called defense line collapsed in an instant.

The surviving soldiers fled in panic and hid in the buildings on both sides for cover, but the attack aircraft's firepower was everywhere. In order to ensure the absolute safety of the convoy, even if the armed targets hid in the buildings on both sides of the street, the attack aircraft would add "firepower" to those buildings to ensure that there was no threat behind the ruins, leaving only the bodies of the RUF soldiers behind the ruins, echoing their wails.

There were also desperate infantrymen who tried to fight back with the machine gun on the pickup truck. However, before the machine gun on the pickup truck could aim at the attack aircraft, he was hit by a series of large-caliber bullets. His body was thrown backwards by the huge impact force and fell heavily to the ground, with blood slowly flowing along the ground.

At the next intersection, the RUF built a roadblock using abandoned vehicles, sandbags and makeshift fortifications. After the A-10 entered the attack range, it did what it had just done. The Gatling gun under the fuselage began to rotate. In the blink of an eye, dense shells poured down like a metal storm, followed by a Mk82 500-pound aerial bomb. The explosion easily tore through the roadblock's fortifications. Sandbags and wooden boards were scattered under the fierce impact, as if they were baptized by a metal storm. All the RUF soldiers in the explosion area were beaten into sieves without exception.

Before the smoke had completely dissipated, a convoy of pickup trucks had already passed by, their wheels rolling over the roadblocks that had exploded, leaving behind spare parts and the blood and bodies of RUF soldiers, and then they sped away...

The attack aircraft, which bullied the RUF armed forces and had no air superiority, opened a bloody path for the convoy. Any so-called roadblocks and ambushes were cleared by the attack aircraft in advance, and then the armed helicopters carried out a meticulous cleaning of the ground at a safe distance to ensure that the pickup trucks could move forward without stopping. At the same time, the attack aircraft would use the sufficient weapons and ammunition it carried to clear the threat of pursuers behind the pickup truck convoy.

"OK, we have cleared your way forward and backward, and I even blew up the roadblocks for you!" said the player on the A-10, and then the infiltration team players praised him:

"Great! Warthog!" "Great show!"

"I give full marks to this operation!"

"This is a textbook-level operation! And there was no friendly fire. From now on, all A-0 pilots in the US military will have to look for you for special training!"

As the infiltration team arrived at the safe zone opened up by the helicopter infantry, the Giant God security guards stuffed the pale-faced Sanko and his group of orangutans into the helicopter. At this time, Sanko was no longer as arrogant as he was at the beginning. He certainly didn't think that this was a rebellion by one of his subordinates. Which subordinate could mobilize fixed-wing aircraft and so many helicopters to catch him? The small African warlords were good enough to play with AK-47s, RPGs and heavy machine guns. Do you still expect them to fly planes?

"Who are you anyway? British? American? Russian?"

Sanko was answered by another blow to the face from the butt of a gun. It was no wonder that Sanko asked this question, because the infiltration team that arrested him spoke English (played by players with black skin in the US region), and they were holding Soviet weapons. After being put on the helicopter, the pilot spoke Russian and Ukrainian. Although Sanko could not speak foreign languages, he had dealt with arms dealers from all over the world and people from the United Nations, so of course he could feel it.

At the same time, applause broke out in the war room of the White House, and the representative of Giant God Company also informed the people sitting in the room of the basic situation: three combatants were killed and their bodies were recovered, sixteen people were injured and are currently being treated with all efforts, and the mission target Sanko and his subordinates who came to the meeting were all arrested.

Clinton and others have said more than once that they did a good job, praising Giant for its outstanding contributions to the United Nations and the world's human rights cause. They said a lot of words without any real effect. Anyway, you don't need to pay to praise people, so why not praise them more? While praising people, some smart people who are fooling around in the White House and the Pentagon also had similar thoughts in their minds:

"This white glove from Giant God Company is so damn useful! It eats less than the US military and works more than the US military. The cost-effectiveness is so high! It saves a lot of money compared to mobilizing the US military (referring to casually buying some $7600 coffee pots, $9000 wrenches, $640 toilet seats, etc....)" With the end of the US-Soviet Cold War, the US military no longer has the pressure of facing a major enemy, so it is natural to let itself go. As for military spending, of course, it's yours and I'll take it, so everyone is happy. Therefore, the military spending that should be allocated must not be less, and the money that the gentlemen should get must not be less.

But at this time, the US military may not be so cunning as to take the money but not do the work. It can be greedy for money, but it must be able to solve problems. So is there any cost-effective and reliable tool to help the masters get things done without worrying about the public opinion and political pressure caused by mission failure? It was hard to say whether there was such a good tool in the past, but now, there is such a good tool as Giant God Company.

"In the future, we will have to subcontract more work that needs to be done by the US military to Giant God Company. This way, we can get the money and get the work done..."

Chapter 207: The Not-so-Cheap "Giant God"

As night fell, the outskirts of Freetown were shrouded in gloomy darkness. The fierce fighting during the day left a devastated scene, with destroyed buildings, twisted steel bars and burning debris everywhere, and countless corpses scattered on the ground.

In the ruins, three soldiers from the Giant God Company relied on a destroyed BMP tank and nearby broken walls as cover. They were determined to stay here and wait for support to arrive, because behind these three soldiers, there were four corpses and a seriously injured soldier. It was impossible for these three to take away the corpses and the seriously injured under the pursuit of the enemy. At this moment, the seriously injured soldier also held a submachine gun in his hand, ready to engage in a firefight with the rushing RUF armed forces, or commit suicide.

Two soldiers armed with assault rifles stuck their heads out from time to time and shot at the figure swaying in the darkness ahead. The figure staggered for a while and then continued running.

"Mother Fucker! Don't these black guys feel pain? I clearly hit him!"

"They're high! They're like zombies!"

After firing a few short bursts at the figures running wildly in the darkness, one of them shouted to the bearded man next to him who did not shoot: "Big Ivan! Have you finished assembling that big baby? Can we survive today..."

"Don't rush me!"

"Ivan, your hands are rusty!"

With a low click, the grenade launcher was finally set up. He quickly adjusted the angle, aimed it in the direction of the vaguely visible RUF soldiers in front of him, and then pulled the trigger. The grenade launcher made a series of dull roars, and the grenades cut through the night sky and fell into the crowd of RUF soldiers.

"Sukabule!"

Just as the soldier, called Big Ivan by his comrades, opened fire at the crowd, a low roar was heard in the air. The RUF soldiers still could not see the plane, but the plane's machine guns had begun to roar, and dense artillery fire poured down like a rainstorm. Then, incendiary bombs fell from the sky, and a raging fire instantly ignited on the ground, as if a door to hell had been opened on the ground, swallowing up the enemy. The flames danced in the dark night, drawing a long line of fire, cutting the enemy's position apart. The line of fire on the ground was like an insurmountable barrier, dividing them into two parts, front and back, which instantly disintegrated the RUF's originally aggressive offensive wave.

“They backed out?”

Not only the Titan soldiers on the front line, but also the commanders in the rear asked the same question. Although the attack efficiency of the African soldiers who took drugs was still very low, the continuous attack still brought great pressure to the troops. The government army was in a hopeless situation, so the defense of Freetown depended entirely on Titan Security to put out fires and plug "gaps" everywhere (a considerable part of the Titan personnel and equipment in Freetown was also allocated to capture Sankoh), and they felt quite exhausted.

The commander in Freetown thought that the arrest of Sankoh during the day should have caused the RUF to immediately stop its attack, but the RUF, contrary to its usual practice, continued to attack and put pressure on Freetown, which surprised the Giant God Company.

"Is it that they are so eager to fight that they continue to fight even when their supreme leader is arrested, or is it that these scattered African warlords are so disorganized that they still take care of themselves even when their supreme leader is arrested..."

But Freetown was finally defended, especially after several rounds of fire from the A-10 attack aircraft, the RUF soldiers who were collectively taking drugs seemed to be much more sober and did not continue the attack. This was probably "high temperature disinfection"...

"After tonight, the crazy people of the RUF should finally sober up. If they don't, it doesn't matter. When the new batch of ammunition and equipment is replenished, we can send them to hell to sober up... Oh, speaking of ammunition and equipment, did we spend too much on this military operation? You see, this is almost an unlimited supply of firepower, which allows us to fight as much as we want. Although it is fun, will it be a loss..."

"Don't worry about this. Giant God Company will not do business at a loss. You have to believe in the boss's operational ability..."

The "reasonable" offer from Giant God Company has helped the Pentagon find a shortcut to achieve great things with little money, and to maintain the "invincibility" of the U.S. military at a relatively low cost. That is, "as long as the U.S. military does not take action, it can maintain its mystery, and others will not know that the U.S. military is getting worse and worse."

If Giant God Company does a good job, they can brag: "Look, the US military contractors are so powerful, what about the combat effectiveness of the US regular army?" If Giant God Company messes up, they can calmly explain: "After all, this is just a military contractor team. It is normal that the work is a bit rough. If the US military took action, the result would definitely be different..."

The cooperation in Sierra Leone made the White House, the Pentagon and Gigantic very happy. Clinton could add another achievement at the end of his presidency. The US government found material to brag about its support for human rights and showed off its "muscle" in a low-key manner. Gigantic was able to obtain income from the Sierra Leone government (President Kabbah: "Cash? I really can't take it out... But I can mortgage the mine to you!"), the United Nations and the US government (Gigantic did a business of evacuating overseas Chinese). This business not only covered the expenses of renting reconnaissance aircraft, purchasing A-10 attack aircraft and helicopters, and infantry fighting vehicles, but also made a lot of profit.

"After all, we don't need to purchase $7600 coffee pots, $9000 wrenches, or $640 toilet seats. We will not use public funds to reimburse jewelry and pet supplies, which are outrageous expenses in military units. Are we going to hold a jewelry exhibition in combat units? However, if someone sees that Giant God's quotation is relatively reasonable, they will think that Giant God is a company that makes money by extremely lowering the unit price. That's a big mistake. If you want to do things well, you must be willing to invest. Giant God is just very good at spending money wisely..."

With the successful case in Sierra Leone, some American arms dealers frequently recommend their own products to Giant God, which means: "Don't just buy cheap former Soviet Union weapons, also look at our American products. Soviet products are tough and durable, but our American products represent the advanced technology direction..."

"Yes, that's right. I want to buy an F-16, can I?"

Buying F-16s now may be too high-profile. Maybe it is better to do it in the future. After all, considering the development speed of Giant God, it is very reasonable to equip some jet fighters in the 21st century. In addition to such high-profile weapons and equipment, it is also good to purchase some other American weapons. Compared with Soviet/Russian weapons and equipment, American equipment also has its own advantages, such as precision guidance, advanced sensors and electronic warfare systems, which are lacking in Soviet/Russian weapons and equipment.

Although it is far from necessary to deal with small African warlords with precision-guided weapons, it is better to be prepared. Who knows, Giant God may need this advanced stuff at some point. Buy it! This is spending money wisely! It is not like "spending $600 million to airlift 9 goats..."

In addition to weapons and equipment, Giant God Company is also willing to spend money on another "cutting edge".

In an era of globalization, the story of Sierra Leone will also cause a little ripple in distant Ukraine. Natalia, the hostess of the apartment, returned home, but this did not mean that she had finished a day of fatigue. Work was over, but taking care of the children had to continue. Suddenly, there were several hurried knocks on the door, breaking the peace in the room. Natalia's heart tightened, she put down the toys she used to coax the children, and walked to the door. She looked out through the peephole and saw the apartment manager standing at the door, followed by two strange men in military coats. Natalia had a sense of foreboding, but she still opened the door calmly.

"Good evening, Ms. Natalia." There was a barely perceptible heaviness in the apartment manager's tone.

Natalia nodded and turned her eyes to the two strangers. They looked serious, without a trace of smile on their faces. One of the tall men took out a letter from his pocket and handed it to her solemnly. Natalia took the letter, her fingers trembling slightly. She tried to calm herself down and slowly opened the envelope. The paper trembled slightly in her hands, as if it was carrying a heavy weight.

The words on the letter were blurry in the dim light, but Natalia read it word by word. As her eyes moved, the color on her face gradually faded, and her eyes were filled with shock and grief that could not be concealed. Her eyes became more and more empty, as if her soul had been taken away, leaving only a fragile shell.

Natalia's husband died in Sierra Leone. The letter she held in her hand was a suicide note that every soldier of the Giant God Company would leave before going to the front line. In the bulging thick letter, there was not only her husband's suicide note, but also a medal and a certificate of honor. The stranger handed the medal and certificate of honor to Natalia and said: "Your husband participated in the peacekeeping mission in Sierra Leone as a security guard of the Giant God Company. He died in the battle to cover the evacuation of his comrades."

At this moment, Alexi, a middleman in Ukraine, is preparing for a memorial service on behalf of Giant God, that is, a memorial service for the Giant God soldiers who died in the battlefield of Sierra Leone. Although the soldiers of Giant God are theoretically just a group of mercenaries who work for money, the style of the boss of Giant God and the system established by him have injected a unique connotation into this military contractor.

"The relationship between governments and Giant God is a naked interest relationship, but the relationship between Giant God and our soldiers is by no means a pure money relationship. If our soldiers die, not only should we provide adequate pensions, but we should also help the families of the deceased soldiers solve other life problems, raise their children to adulthood, and give them the honors they deserve. At the memorial service, we can summarize the life and contributions of the deceased, promote their spirit and qualities, and thus inspire the living to continue to fight."

To this end, Giant God Company has developed its own internal medal of honor system, and linked such honor with treatment. The families of fallen soldiers will receive a generous pension, and their children will receive an additional monthly living allowance before they reach adulthood, and Giant God will pay their tuition. If there are commercial properties under the Universal Group in the local area, they can also rent them at a very low rent.

"So, Ms. Natalia, maybe you can consider moving. The security here is not very good, and it is too far from where the children go to school... Well, we'll leave first. Oh, wait, I almost forgot. This is your husband's number in Giant God Company. You will use it when you go through various procedures later. After your husband's death, this number will be permanently sealed, but there is an exception. If the child chooses to join Giant God Company in the future, he can inherit this number."

Chapter 208: Can the "King of a Country" be brought to the International Court of Justice?

Without Sankoh, the RUF was leaderless. Seeing that the attack was hopeless, the RUF princes who had been preparing to "take Freetown first" actually started fighting again. Under the threat of the aircraft, infantry fighting vehicles and armed helicopters of the Giant God Company, they started fighting among themselves and could no longer organize a large-scale offensive against Freetown like before. As a result, the subsequent battles of the Giant God Company were filled with a lot of garbage time, often spending an hour searching for the enemy and then five minutes to eliminate the enemy.

But the Sierra Leone incident did not end with Sankoh's arrest. After Sankoh's arrest, the RUF, which had lost its temper, had no choice but to agree to release the kidnapped UN peacekeepers. Unless those small warlords were crazy, they would not have done something like slaughtering the UN peacekeepers hostages at the last minute. Of course, if someone was really crazy, Giant God Company would quickly put him on the top priority target of military strikes.

With the release of the kidnapped peacekeeping forces, the United Nations has finally successfully resolved the hostage kidnapping incident and avoided the worst outcome (the peacekeeping soldiers were slaughtered). As a result, Giant God Company has won unanimous praise from the UN Security Council and most member states, praising Giant God Company as a professional team that can solve difficult problems.

The successful rescue of the peacekeeping force hostages does not mean that the United Nations' anger towards Sankoh will be reduced in the slightest. Now, the RUF does not even have the hostages in its hands, and Sankoh himself has been arrested. Why should he be polite? With the unanimous consent of the UN Security Council, a Special Court for Sierra Leone jointly initiated by the United Nations and the Sierra Leone government began to be planned. Its purpose is naturally to try criminals who seriously violated international humanitarianism and committed serious crimes against humanity during the Sierra Leone civil war.

Johnson and the original UN delegation in Sierra Leone finally had a chance to make a big move. As more UN staff arrived, the Special Court for Sierra Leone sent investigative teams to various parts of Sierra Leone, including remote and post-war reconstruction areas, to collect first-hand evidence. They collected a large number of documents and physical evidence, such as official documents, communication records, weapons and other related items. Many of them were simply borrowed from Giant God. After all, Giant God had destroyed the RUF all the way. Not only did they have a large number of prisoners to interrogate, but they could also search for evidence directly from the massive amount of captured materials.

During this process, the United Nations will also provide training to local investigators and legal professionals to enhance their capabilities in evidence collection and analysis so that Sierra Leone’s own judicial system can learn skills and knowledge.

There are still few pedestrians on the streets of Freetown. Occasionally, a few dilapidated cars pass by, raising dust that lingers in the air for a long time. People hiding in Freetown are still worried. After all, the battle to attack Freetown happened not long ago, and many traces of the siege can still be seen. But Sierra Leone has taken the first step towards becoming a normal country.

The rehabilitation center built under the leadership of the United Nations is located in a corner of the city. In order to save money, the center chose to rent an existing building instead of building a new one. The outer wall of the house is mottled and the original color can hardly be seen. In the yard, some sewing machines are neatly placed. The girls are immersed in their embroidery, trying hard to practice this "money-making" technology. However, due to the large number of people who want to learn, the originally spacious yard seems very narrow.

After the civil war, the men and women of Sierra Leone needed first and foremost the basic conditions for survival, that is, "giving a man a fish"; but if the country wants to embark on the path of sustainable development, so that people here can lay down their arms and live a dignified life through labor rather than violence, then men and women must also get a job that can earn money, that is, "teaching a man to fish".

The special court entered the rehabilitation center and looked for Rebecca, a party in a case. Rebecca sat in the crowd, waiting for her turn to learn how to use a sewing machine. Her legs were thin and long, and the baby in her arms was quietly feeding. Occasionally, she would gently adjust the baby's position so that the baby could suck better.

The court officer stopped in front of Rebecca and asked her name in a low voice. Rebecca nodded slightly in response. At the request of the court officer, Rebecca went to another room next door to tell her story.

Rebecca said she witnessed the rebels chopping off her father and mother's heads with knives and kicking them around. Then she saw her sister's arms cut off and raped, and then she was beheaded on the spot. Finally, the rebels gang-raped her when she was only 13 years old. She fainted on the spot and was taken to the rebel captain after waking up. The rebel captain saw that Rebecca had a pretty face, so he married her as his fifth wife. Because she was only the fifth concubine, she was asked to do all the rough and heavy work. She was burned by cigarette butts, beaten and raped every night. Not long after, her first child was born, the child of the rebel captain.

As she told these stories, Rebecca calmly showed the court staff her thighs and breasts, which were covered with shocking cigarette burns.

The Special Court for Sierra Leone never imagined that it would collect such a huge amount of cases and evidence, including murder, rape, slavery, inhumane acts, forced slavery, terrorism, atrocities, torture, humiliation, looting, etc. The written materials against the main culprits are estimated to be tens of thousands of pages, which is literally inexhaustible.

When eating with Johnson and others, they also talked about the evidence collected by the court. These were not particularly confidential things, so Johnson revealed them. Jamal was stunned and said:

"What the fuck! He has done so many inhumane things, he should be shot dozens of times, or machine-gunned to pieces... So, what do you think the special court will do to him?"

"It will probably be life imprisonment..."

"No way? There's not even the death penalty? What about the place of life imprisonment?" "Considering the unstable situation in Africa, we may choose a prison in Britain, France or Germany, or a Nordic country........."

This really made Jamal lose his defense. He knew what the prisons in those countries were like. How should I put it? They were better than the dormitory environment when he was in college. Can you imagine that the most severe punishment for a humanoid creature who killed people like crazy and committed various crimes against humanity is to lock him up in a prison with an environment better than his own dormitory?

All right, all right, your special court just needs to collect evidence and conduct a "public trial". After the trial, you don't need to get involved. Our friends in the Black Ops Team will send him to hell and give him life imprisonment. Go to the God of Hell and give him life imprisonment...

Then, Johnson talked about a troublesome issue that the Special Court is currently facing, because the various anti-human incidents in Sierra Leone are not just about Sankoh, but also about another anti-human guy, that is, President Taylor of Liberia next door. But how can the Special Court convict a head of state?

"It's simple. As long as Taylor is no longer the head of state of Liberia..."

Players are quite familiar with this. In addition to directly sending the Black Ops Team to violently wipe out this road, there are other options with "greater rewards", "richer plots" and more conducive to the expansion of the Giant God Company.

The first step is for President Kabbah to write a letter to the United Nations, requesting the United Nations to agree to bring the crimes committed by Liberian President Taylor in Sierra Leone to the Special Court for Sierra Leone (creating a legal claim);

Next, since Taylor took the initiative to disrupt neighboring countries (including Sierra Leone) many times in the 90s, once the neighboring countries recovered, they would fund the Liberian opposition to fight Taylor. It was normal for some very strong teams to suddenly appear in this process and overthrow and arrest Taylor in one fell swoop. Then, the new government of Liberia could extradite Taylor to the Special Court. The subsequent process would be not much different from the trial of Sankoh. The court would be responsible for finding heinous crimes, and then the black action team would send Taylor to hell.

"If we do this, the effect will indeed be the best. The only drawback is that this will make Taylor's sun in the 21st century of the new millennium... ..... we don't have much time left in the 20th century."

Chapter 209: Under the guise of "international community"

“Even if Sonkoh was killed first and Taylor later, would the situation in Sierra Leone be better?”

At the beginning, the United Nations set a two-year peace transition period for Sierra Leone, with the National Transitional Government of Sierra Leone in power. However, the end of the civil war does not mean the beginning of a new life. Sankoh's arrest caused the RUF to fall apart, which avoided a larger-scale civil war, but also prevented a reshuffle of the forces of all parties. Although anti-human species like Sankoh are finished, and the cruel RUF is also finished, are the Sierra Leone government and government forces clean? Their performance on the stage may not be anti-human, but cruel corruption and other illegal acts are indispensable.

For example, senior government officials openly sell government positions to the highest bidder; Sierra Leone's legislature approved a resolution to buy a brand new Mercedes-Benz car for each member of the agency; but at the same time, grassroots civil servants in the government have been in arrears of wages...

The Sierra Leone government is not interested in developing the country, making its people rich and strong, but in "sustainable exhaustion of resources". For most people in the government, the primary task is not to serve the people of Sierra Leone, but a new round of spoils and plunder. The widespread corruption in government agencies, especially the loss of fiscal revenue, has aroused the vigilance of the United Nations and some other organizations that provide financial aid.

"What we have to do is to continue to collect evidence, which is not difficult, because the Sierra Leone government's means of embezzling UN and foreign aid funds are very crude. As time goes by, Sierra Leone continues to be ruthlessly corrupt, and sooner or later the UN, the United States, European countries, and the World Bank will be extremely disappointed with this government. Then, we also have to push it from behind, so that the disappointed UN and Europe and the United States will implement the economic governance action plan for Sierra Leone. The main content is that the international community will implement strong supervision and control over Sierra Leone's reconstruction, greatly restrict the power of Sierra Leone's own government, and in fact transfer a considerable part of Sierra Leone's sovereignty. Who will take over this part of power? In theory, it should be the United Nations, but in fact, there can be other specific executors. Look at this peacekeeping operation. Didn't the United Nations contract it to Giant God Company?"

"Isn't this a bit imperialistic......"

"Isn't Giant God now just wearing the skin of American imperialism? To outsiders, this is called finding oneself...Okay, no kidding, the reality is that the normal development of Sierra Leone and many African countries has been forcibly interrupted and distorted by European and American powers. It is difficult to get back on track without some external force to let it go with the flow. Moreover, this is an era of globalization. It is impossible for small countries to be unaffected by the international community. So, instead of these small countries continuing to be influenced by other capitalist forces, it is better for them to be influenced by us."

"But...would the United Nations outsource the supervision and control of a country's reconstruction work to a military contractor?"

"That is of course inappropriate, but we have already found a suitable method, copying the East Timor model and establishing the Sierra Leone Development Corporation. The difference is that this time we have to do things under the guise of the 'international community'. Well, for now, this is just our wishful thinking. Let the Sierra Leone Development Corporation do some work here and make a name for itself. When the international community turns its attention to Sierra Leone again, they will see a failed government and a reliable national development company at the same time. The latter can make Sierra Leone peaceful, stable and free of famine, while the former is not even good enough to perform in the international community..."

“One more question, will the Sierra Leone government say no?”

"Reject? No, its money and guns are all maintained by external support. How can it refuse?"

"Then, one last question. How does the Sierra Leone Development Corporation plan to develop Sierra Leone?"

"Well, considering that every penny of the Universal Group's funds must be spent on the right things, Sierra Leone's development cannot rely entirely on the Universal Group's blood transfusion. Whether it is a company or a country, it is best to have the ability to be self-sufficient and form a virtuous development cycle. The first step is safety and food... Safety can be provided by us, but for food, we can try to eat from a hundred families, for example, through the Sierra Leone government, beg from the United Nations and the international community, and get free aid from various countries..."

The soft light dyed everything in the car with a warm golden color. A yellow-skinned, black-haired man took out a thick notebook from his bag. He picked up a pen and concentrated his mind. Although the bumps in the car made his handwriting a little messy, he still insisted on writing down what he saw and felt today:

"When we set out from Beijing, it was winter, the temperature was very low, and we all wore thick cotton clothes; when we arrived in Paris, the temperature had risen significantly, as if it had entered spring in Beijing; when we arrived in Sierra Leone, the temperature had reached over 30 degrees, which was like midsummer in Beijing. A narrow asphalt road was considered the best road in Freetown. We met many local people along the way, including men, women, the elderly and children. They were very friendly to us, especially the elderly and children, who kept waving to us.

Along the way, I saw burnt and abandoned old vehicles, war-damaged houses and poor people. The people of Sierra Leone were in rags and lived in poverty. My previous impression of Sierra Leone, whether it was poverty or war, was all from books. Today, I have seen the real Sierra Leone, and I have truly seen what poverty, hunger and war are. At the same time, I have also seen the deep disasters that war has brought to the people. At this moment, I deeply understand how important the peace and stability of a country's political situation is to the country's tranquility and the people's livelihood. At this moment, I feel the heavy responsibility on my shoulders. "

The car drove out of the city and arrived at a rural area far away from the city. The rice seedlings in the fields swayed gently in the breeze. This was exactly where the man was going. At the invitation of the United Nations and the Sierra Leone government, China sent its own agricultural experts to Sierra Leone to guide the promotion of hybrid rice.

The agricultural expert was patrolling the fields, wearing a wide-brimmed straw hat and his rubber shoes were covered in mud, just like when he was working in his hometown. If there was any difference, it was that a few fully armed giant security guards were standing guard a little further away.

The Chinese agricultural expert communicated with Sierra Leone agricultural experts and local farmers through an interpreter. They stood together and carefully observed the rice in the field. They whispered to each other from time to time and discussed the growth of the rice. Or they bent down, pushed aside the rice leaves, carefully checked the growth of the rice, and gently picked up a rice seedling with their hands to carefully observe its roots and leaves.

"The soil and climate conditions here are very suitable for growing hybrid rice. If hybrid rice technology can be promoted, I believe it will greatly increase their rice yields."

Sierra Leone has ideal natural conditions for farming and a large amount of arable land resources. It is located in a low-latitude area with long sunshine hours and a tropical monsoon climate. The surface water resources are sufficient and the groundwater is also very rich. It has typical climate characteristics such as large total solar radiation, warm days and cool nights, and distinct rainy seasons and early seasons. In this kind of climate and ecological environment, it is very conducive to high yield and optimized rice quality.