On the runway of Luanda Airport in the dark, more than a dozen armed pickup trucks rushed out with their headlights on. Mugabe in the middle of the runway was so stung by the strong light that he could not open his eyes. He could only reach out to cover it and shout: "Hey..., don't do this! I am the special envoy sent by Chairman Kasan, and I'm back from the United States."

An armed pickup truck passed by Mugabe at high speed, and the storm hung even made people unstable. Then one pickup truck after another deliberately drove past him like acrobatics. The black soldiers in the car shouted loudly, kept shouting, and kept playing with Mugabe.

Mugabe had no choice but to raise his arms in the middle of the pickup and shouted, "Hey... brothers, don't do this, I am my own person. Take me to see Chairman Kasan. My mission has been completed and someone is willing to help us."

"Aid?" A pickup truck stopped and jumped off a strong black man in military uniform. He grabbed Mugabe's neck viciously, like a wolf or a tiger.

"The French also said they wanted to help us, but they sent our people to mine. The British also said they wanted to help us and forced us to farm.

There are also Germans, Spanish, Italians, and the white people's homes have been completely destroyed, so they all rushed into Africa to compete with us for survival resources. Now it's the Americans' turn to come?"

The tone of the black man in military uniform made Mugabe feel bad. He asked quickly: "Who are you? I want to meet Chairman Kasan, and he arranged for me to go to the United States."

"Kasan died four months ago." The black man in a military uniform showed his white teeth and made a disdainful ridicule.

"Impossible, I just communicated with Chairman Kasan's subordinates. I..." Mugabe's heart suddenly felt cold.

"Hahaha..., idiot, I've been communicating with you. After the weather got warmer, the guy Kasan, who only compromised, was overthrown." The black man in a military uniform shook Mugabe's neck vigorously, "Tell me, where are the people you brought? Where are your supplies? Why are you the only one?"

"No, this is not true, you are lying to me." Mugabe looked around, and the black soldiers looked at him with cold eyes. He struggled to break free from the black man in military uniform and took a few steps back and shouted: "Calm down, the people I brought can make everyone eat enough, don't mess up the matter."

"We don't believe in those white people. They don't treat us as human beings at all." The black man in a military uniform stretched out his hand and pulled out a headphone cable from Mugabe's ear. He immediately changed his color and cursed: "Hey, who are you communicating with? What about the people who sent you? Are they hiding nearby?"

Mugabe had already regretted death at this moment. Facing the black man in military uniform approaching him, he stretched out his hand to try to stop him. If he couldn't stop, he could only keep retreating and begging, "Listen to me, the assistance I have found is different. Our only way to live is to rely on them. You must believe me."

"We have had enough deception and don't want to listen to anyone's nonsense anymore." No explanation was helpful. The black man in military uniform did not listen to Mugabe at all. Instead, he waved his hand and ordered several armed pickups around him to search in the direction Mugabe came.

And about five hundred meters away, Qin Weidong, who heard the whole conversation through the radio, said, "Richard, can you defeat the enemy's leader?"

"With vehicles covering it, the probability of hitting is less than 30%. " Richard, hiding in the dark, replied.

"Then knock out the pickup truck that the enemy rushed out." Qin Weidong ordered.

"I understand." Richard was in a house near the airport. He held a binoculars and reported to the shooter: "The distance is 650 meters, without wind, the target enemy's armed pickup truck is in front of him, with a speed of 40 kilometers per hour, with three horizontal corrections, and a cold chamber is fired."

According to the gun shooter, he repeated the situation, locked the target and gently pulled the trigger. With a light bang, the large-caliber muffler minimized the gunshot of m107a2, and the bullet at 50 flew over a distance of about 600 meters into the pickup truck's fuel tank.

The armor-piercing incendiary bomb not only destroyed the fuel tank, but also tore the chassis of the entire pickup truck, and the pickup truck immediately rolled in the air. The fuel tank was completely exploded by the bullet's kinetic energy, and the splashed gasoline was lit again, causing a deflagation effect.

The fire exploded on the runway, and the other pickups following behind were immediately frightened to avoid it. But when they turned around and wanted to escape, the powerful bullets that kept firing out in the dark exploded them one by one.

The bang bang bang bang flame illuminated most of the airport runway. The black man in a military uniform who had just been fierce and powerful stared around and stared around. Mugabe stopped his retreating steps and said gasping: "Hey... brother, you have angered my friend, it's still time to stop now."

"fuk-you!" The black man in a military uniform had no intention of compromise. He grabbed Mugabe's neck, took out a pistol and pointed it at the other party's head and shouted: "Let your people come out, otherwise I will kill you."

There was a gun on his head, and Mugabe lied to God. He knew these lawless African brothers too well. These people were harsh but cruel and violent. Facing these people, if you were careless, you would lose your life. He could only shout: "Calm down, please calm down, let's have a good talk."

"I don't trust white-skinned pigs, I don't want to be their slave." The man in the military pushed Mugabe hard, reached out and shot the other party in the head, but turned around and jumped onto a pickup truck to escape.

Richard said on the radio at this time: "The enemy leader is 100% visible. Do you need to kill it?"

"Oh..." When Mugabe fell down, Qin Weidong's long sigh came from the radio, "Let Zhang Hong deal with them, just make it."

"I understand." Zhang Hong, hiding in the dark, had already aimed at the fleeing armed convoy. He said to the crew of the gun crew: "The distance is 800 meters, the target enemy pickup truck convoy has three rapid shots of shrapnel and fire."

Boom..., the sound of cannons suddenly sounded outside the airport runway. One thousand five-mm shells shot up rapidly and exploded over the black pickup truck of the military uniform. Countless steel balls were like rainstorms, covering a range of thousands of square meters.

The first shot of shrapnel bombed the enemy convoy and overturned the horse. Most of the lights were instantly extinguished. The black soldiers in the car were unprotected. Under the rain of steel ball bullets, they were beaten into meat paste in an instant.

The skin was full of flesh and blood, and two more shrapnel bombs exploded continuously, completely covering the target. More than a dozen pickup trucks were beaten to pieces, and the personnel on the car were immediately killed and injured.

After three shells, the airport runway fell silent, but the sound of the engine came from the terminal. Richard Hui, who was guarding the high place, reported: "Captain, there are residual enemies running away, about four cars."

"Crack them off, but don't break the car, we can use it." Qin Weidong said.

"I understand." Richard stopped the shooter who wanted to fire, but set up the m25 he was carrying and whispered: "It's time for me to have fun."

Accompanied by the crisp gunshots of the semi-automatic sniper rifle, Qin Weidong re-climbed Zhang Hong's jeep cart and arrived at the scene where he had just been bombarded.

The cold wind whizzed in the dark, and there were dead bodies everywhere at the scene, and a few who were still alive were still breathing. Qin Weidong circled around the wreckage of Pika, saw the broken body of the enemy leader, and also saw Mugabe's corpse with a broken head.

"Head, all the enemies around us are dead, and our guide is dead." Old Harris curled his lips and looked at Mugabe's body. "Although I don't like him very much, what should we do without him?"

Qin Weidong scratched his head, "This matter was expected, and we didn't expect this guy to be useful. But now, we have to ask our Legion Commander first."

The situation on the scene was quickly transmitted to Havana via radio waves across the Atlantic Ocean, and the reply was quickly transmitted from Havana. Old Harris asked, "Will the Legion Commander want us to retreat?"
Chapter completed!