Chapter 53 Section 14

Africa.Bujumbura is the capital of Bujumbura. A dark night in July 1996. This is a beautiful African mountain city, and Lake Tanganyika is sparkling in the moonlight.The trees in the urban area are verdant and the flowers are in full bloom.Bujumbura at night, immersed in sleep, seems to be unable to feel the sadness of the African land. A row of tiny black shadows flew over the capital like a row of wild geese. Ruan Wenxiong flew a powered parachute and led his mercenary team into the sky over Bujumburali.He looked at the altimeter and GPS on his wrist. The direction was very clear, and they were already near the target area.Ruan Wenxiong controlled the powered parachute and flew along the predetermined route.In this African country with a population of only 6 million, air defense facilities are equal to zero.Ruan Wenxiong boldly led his group of mercenaries to the intended target - the presidential palace.

"Attention, prepare to land. Over." Ruan Wenxiong said into the headset, and then turned off the engine of the paramotor. "Got it, it's over." The string of powered parachutes behind them shut down, and the mercenaries turned off their engines and began to glide. Ruan Wenxiong's night vision device showed the roof of the presidential palace, where there was only a dozing sentry.The gliding mercenaries fell from the sky without a sound. Ruan Wenxiong's boots were the first to touch the roof, but they fell to the ground silently.At the same time as he landed, he had already raised the AK74S submachine gun with a silencer in his hand. Just as the sentry opened his sleepy eyes and wanted to shout, two bullets in one burst had been accurately sent into his chest.

"Clear!" Ruan Wenxiong whispered. The mercenaries behind them landed one after another and released their paramotors. Ruan Wenxiong stretched out his right hand and pointed to the location of the power room. Alex and the two brothers quickly jumped from the roof to the roof of the power room, and the two were vigilant. Alex jumped down, raised the MP5SD micro-sound submachine gun, smashed the door lock, and went in. Snapped! The only remaining street lights in the presidential palace were all extinguished. "GOGOGO!" Ruan Wenxiong got up, led the mercenaries to drop the big rope from the roof according to the pre-arranged formation, and slid down quickly.The machine gunner Brown set up an M60 general-purpose machine gun, occupied the sentry's original sandbags on the roof, and pulled the bolt on the courtyard.

Ruan Wenxiong quickly walked through the corridor with the assault team.Two guards came out from the opposite side. Before he could react, Ruan Wenxiong had already kicked one of the guards in the neck.Another guard took off his submachine gun, and when he wanted to shout but failed, Simon, who was following Ruan Wenxiong, raised his M4A1 carbine with a silencer in his hand and fired in bursts. The guard was shot in the chest and fell suddenly. Ruan Wenxiong kicked the guard's Adam's apple, and when he landed, he transformed into a mid-air.His elbow landed on the guard's neck and snapped completely.Ruan Wenxiong stood up and pressed against the wall. Simon led the assault team to move on, followed by Ruan Van Hung.

Inside the President's Office, the old guard came over with a candlestick: "Sir, the power went out again." The president sits at his desk with documents still open in front of him.His face was stern, and he looked up at the moonlight outside the window thoughtfully. In the corridor, Ruan Wenxiong rushed in with the assault team.A guard came out of the bathroom and saw the black figure running past shouting from the back, and picked up the AK47 submachine gun on his body: "Da da..." Tennet, who was running behind the formation, was shot in the back and fell to the ground, and the rest of the mercenaries hurriedly took cover.

"Fuck!" Ruan Wenxiong yelled, "Simon stay, the rest will attack me!" Simon immediately ducked behind the pillar, the guard still yelling. Tennet moaned on the ground: "Help me..." Simon whispered, "Tennet, shut up! Don't move!" Tennet still crawled forward, and the guards behind him shot continuously at him on the ground. Tennet didn't move at all this time, Simon closed his eyes: "God!" He opened his eyes and pulled out the grenade.The guards and the guards rushing in from behind shouted and rushed over. Simon held two grenades in his hand and listened to the sound of footsteps.As footsteps approached, Simon stepped out and threw two grenades.

Grenades swirled underground, and guards' boots ran noisily past. boom!boom! ...two violent explosions. The guard screamed and fell to the ground, his stumps flying out. Simon stepped out, raised the M4A1 carbine in his hand and fired a burst.The remaining guards fell to the ground, and those behind hurriedly dodged, raising their submachine guns and sweeping indiscriminately. Simon knelt down and stroked Tennet's neck artery: "Damn it!" He took out the mine: "I'm sorry, buddy." Then he placed the mine under Tennet's body, covered it carefully, and turned to chase the assault team.

The guards rushed forward cautiously, searching the ground with torches. A guard flips over Tennet's body, boom... In the president's office, the old guard stood in front of the president very nervously and held a candlestick. The president sat on the desk calmly: "Get out of the way." Guard: "Sir, let's go!" "I am the president, and I cannot leave my post." The president said steadily, "You go." The guard burst into tears: "I was born to be your slave, I can't go." "I gave you freedom a long time ago, you go." The president said.

"No--" The outside door was knocked open by a black officer, covered in blood: "Mr. President, the enemy..." fell down. Immediately, a black figure flashed in, pointing the weapon in his hand at the guard.The guard yelled and rushed over holding the candlestick, and the black shadow shot without hesitation.The bullet sank silently into the guard's heart, and he fell, and the candle went out. Darkness returned to the house. Panting with a gun in hand, the black figure wearing night vision goggles slowly stood up and faced the president sitting behind his desk. The president looked at him calmly: "Are you a Tutsi? I'm surprised by such skill."

Ruan Wenxiong looked at him and said in English: "You are finished, my employer paid a lot of money." The President gets it: "Mercenaries?" Ruan Wenxiong looked at him: "Choose a method of death that you like - I will shoot you in the head, or you will commit suicide." "What are you fighting for?" the president asked him calmly. "You know, you're destroying the hard-earned democracy in this country?" "That's none of my business, Mr. President." Ruan Wenxiong said coldly, "I'm just a mercenary." "You're not white." The president looked at him. "Asian? Chinese? Japanese? Korean?"

"I am Vietnamese, Mr. President." "Vietnam? Vietnam?" Mr. President looked at him, "You have experienced war, you should know what war will bring to ordinary people! War will destroy this country!" "This is not my country, Mr. President." "But this is my country!" the president became excited. "This is my people. They need peace! And how much money are you going to assassinate me for?! One million dollars? Or ten million dollars? Just for the money , are you going to destroy this country?!" "Mr. President, as I said, you choose a method of death that you like." Ruan Wenxiong remained calm, "I will give you the last 10 seconds to choose." "I beg you, sir," the president said earnestly, "don't plunge my country into war again, into genocide! I beg you!" "Five seconds left." "You can kill me, but you can't kill democracy!" the president said quietly. "We will go to democracy again, as we have fought for nearly a hundred years." "Pray for yourself." Ruan Wenxiong raised his submachine gun, "It's time." Puff-- A string of bullets went into the President's chest, and he flicked a few times before not moving. Ruan Wenxiong walked over and raised his gun to his forehead.After a moment of hesitation, he moved to the chest and shot again, confirming his death. Ruan Wenxiong took off the night vision device: "For the sake of your love for your country, I will leave your remains for your people to look up to. Goodbye, Mr. President." He put on his night vision goggles, turned and went out into battle.The president sat in a chair, dying with his eyes closed. In the early morning of the next day, the coup army occupied the capital and controlled the situation in the entire capital.Ruan Wenxiong sat on the roof of the hotel with his brother, drinking beer, watching the troubled times below.The coup army was carrying out organized massacres. Groups of ordinary people were driven into the streets by the soldiers and machine gunned.Coup soldiers and Tutsi mob gang-raped the girl in broad daylight on the street, and the girl screamed endlessly... Ruan Wenxiong looked at the tragedy below, expressionless. "God, what did we do?" Simon said, clutching his carbine. Alex was praying, asking God for forgiveness. "Do our job, Simon." Ruan Wenxiong still had no expression, took a few sips of vodka. "We've ruined the country," Simon murmured. "If we don't do it, someone else will do it. This country deserves to be unlucky." Ruan Wenxiong lit a cigar. Two unmarked black UH60 helicopters circled in the sky and landed slowly. Ruan Wenxiong got up and raised his weapons and equipment: "We should go." The mercenaries stood up, raising their weapons and equipment.The helicopter landed, and the mercenaries boarded the helicopter with weapons and equipment. The pilot turned back and said, "Scorpion, here's your mail. Colonel Litvinenko gave it to you, let me bring it to you." Sitting on the helicopter that took off, Ruan Wenxiong picked up the mail package and opened it.Inside is a printed file of Chinese military officers, with a photo of Han Guang.He read the information carefully and picked up the satellite phone: "The scorpion called the polar bear, and the mail has been received. It's over." "Scorpion, congratulations on your success." Colonel Litvinenko's voice came out. "Small." Ruan Wenxiong looked at Han Guang's photos and information, "What do you mean by the email you sent me? Who is this Han Guang?" "Have you read it carefully?" "I've seen it," Ruan Wenxiong said, "Han Guang, the second lieutenant platoon leader of the Chinese Army Special Forces, a sniper, won the honorary title of 'Assassin'." "We have conclusive information. It was not Yan Lin who attacked you in Jinhai, but him." Ruan Wenxiong froze for a moment, looking at the young Han Guang. "Assassin? Interesting." Ruan Wenxiong smiled, "Do you want me to assassinate him? How much will you give me?" "Have you forgotten? AO's principle is that it will not assassinate any military and political personnel of a permanent member of the United Nations." Colonel Litvinenko said, "He is an active military officer, and we cannot make trouble for this." "Then show me these, what do you want to tell me?" "You've met your match, Scorpion." "Him?" Ruan Wenxiong smiled coldly. "Potential opponent, I want you to know, Scorpion," Colonel Litvinenko said, "You are my best student, and I don't want anything to happen to you." "The person who can kill me has not yet been born." Ruan Wenxiong smiled coldly and threw away the photo of Han Guang in his hand. Han Guang's photos flew in the air, twirled, and landed on the land of Africa where massacres and rape tragedies took place.A gust of wind blew, and the photo was blown into the fire and disappeared in an instant. Ruan Wenxiong leaned against the cabin door, smoking a cigar: "Assassin——Han Guang? I remember your name, and one day I will test how good you are!"