Humans are always afraid of what they don’t know, and for those who are not well educated, the legend of darkness and ghosts is always the source of fear.

There are two mutants in the advance team. When Marks appeared in the fire with an M134 revolving machine gun on his back and carrying a heavy rocket launcher, it immediately became a nightmare in the hearts of many people.

For the thugs who are not afraid of the sky or the earth, they are frightened to see the demon-like mutant, and turn around and run away. Especially the demon is even equipped with modern weapons, which looks even more terrifying and irresistible, making people feel cold.

There are few people in the advance team, so when you choose the team members, you must have a very deterrent sign. It is not new to carry planes and cannons these days, but it is more scary to bring two mutants.

When Mark Shi blasted open the barricades in the Palace Square and burned dozens of enemies to death, his image was frozen in cruelty and invincibility. Those who dared to fight against him had to consider their level and courage. Of course, no one dared to provoke Qin Weidong and others casually.

After the convoy drove into the barricade, the square in the night vision camera was full of headless flies running around. These guys could only fight with the wind, and when they encountered warm pressure bombs and mutants, they were naturally frightened to death and simply ran away.

The captive was pushed out and led the way to the church in the square. Marks broke open the church door, and swept the m134 in his hand. As the jingling shells fell, more than one hundred bullets beat the last few thugs who were fighting stubbornly inside into sieves.

The church is extremely dilapidated, with all kinds of garbage in the wide dome hall, and there are many stools in the corners. There are several long tables in the middle. It seems to be both a dining table and a podium, and even a guest appearance as a big bed.

“The church is quite solid, we can set the outpost here.”

“The square outside is very large and suitable for stacking supplies.”

"There are many buildings around it. If you renovate it, it will be a stronghold where a large number of people can be garrisoned."

Qin Weidong waved his hand, and everyone immediately dispersed to search and alert. Zhang Hong found two diesel generators and a bunch of wires and lamps that were stuck in a mess. Harris found more than a dozen cars, including several armored vehicles equipped with artillery, but there were no shells.

Richard climbed up to the church loft with the Sagittarius, overlooking the entire city, and monitoring the movements around him. According to his preliminary judgment, the buildings in Luanda were generally intact, with many modern buildings along the coast. The port facilities were not damaged, but the traffic was mostly blocked.

During the search, the advance team also found a warehouse full of food, filled with cassava, which seemed to be the staple food collected by the thugs. In addition, there were prisons for slaves.

"These slaves are just the bottom of this deformed society. They are not restricted from freedom. What restricts them is the living environment here." Old Harris opened a house near the square. More than fifty people were squeezed in the narrow space. The air inside was turbid and stenched.

There was not much light in the night, and the advance team's intrusion made the slaves in the house at a loss. They were as thin as a child, looking at the direction of the door with numb eyes, but they didn't know what was going on?

But old Harris could see clearly in the night vision device, and he whispered: "The white man stood up."

Most of the slaves were black, but one or two were white. Qin Weidong continued to shout in Chinese: "Are there Chinese here?"

There was no response this time.

"Are there people with higher education? I mean those who have been to college and those who have special skills can also stand up, such as cooks, construction workers, drivers, electricians." Qin Weidong continued to ask. This time, five or six black people stood up.

There were more than twenty slave rooms in the same room, and after being summoned, about one hundred people came out one after another. These guys were often wearing dirty and thick clothes and had more than ten kilograms of mud paste on their bodies. But there was still none of the Chinese.

"We have to let them take a hot shower and have a good meal to restore their spirits." Qin Weidong talked to these more useful slaves one by one, asked them about their coming, and selected ten team leaders to lead the others.

"Okay, can anyone tell me where the water is?"

"Buy some hot water, I hope you clean yourself up, so that it will be more morale."

"The chef goes for dinner. Yes, just cook those cassava, we can give you some protein powder to add nutrition."

The advance team began to organize manpower in an orderly manner to let these numb slaves work. The slaves had long developed the awareness of obeying orders and did not care about who their master was. However, just after these shaking basic labor forces dispersed, one of them came forward.

"Are you here to save us?" The question was a white middle-aged man with sparse and rough hair and scars on his face. He was so lucky to be able to survive until now. He took advantage of the fire in the square and kept observing the advance team wearing a night vision device, and he mustered up the courage to start the questioning.

"We only save people who are useful to us," said Harris, the old man.

"I should be useful. I am a Belgian and a construction engineer. For God's sake, please take me out of here." The white middle-aged man showed a sad look.

"Do you know the distribution of various forces in Angola?" Qin Weidong asked.

The middle-aged white man opened his mouth and thought for a moment before saying, "I only know that Soyo and Kadabin in the north each have a group of forces. They control the supply of oil in the entire central and western Africa because there is a large refinery and many offshore oil fields. But I don't know who they are?

Luanda has some industrial production capacity, and there are many farms around the city. We make a living by harvesting the food left over from the farm. Mainly corn, cassava and the like. But now there are less and less food, and more people are starving to death."

The white man talked a lot. He was left behind by the thug because of his certain professional skills. However, his long-term life in slavery has tortured him to a very weak body.

"I think we still need a construction engineer." Qin Weidong called the team doctor on a radio, "We will use his expertise and abilities to give this gentleman a simple treatment."

An hour later, Zhang Hong cleaned up the messy wires in the church and let the diesel generator work normally. Several large wattage light bulbs illuminate the entire square. The bright light makes people feel relaxed and feel safe.

The temperature is still good at present, and the selected slave workers directly showered in the open air in the square. They took off their dirty clothes that were thick and hard, and washed their thin bodies with hot water. Many people cried while taking a shower. They had not received such treatment for a long time.

The team doctor simply checked the slave workers' bodies, mainly skin diseases, and the medicines brought were quickly consumed. But the slaves were already grateful and wished they could worship the team doctor as a Virgin.

After eating cassava porridge, all the slaves' mental state improved greatly and most of them had smiles. One slave pointed out to the advance team that the hidden cellar in the church, "This was plundered by the ANC from multiple countries. They wanted to use it as reserves for banks. But they failed."

The cellar was opened, and there were piles of gold nuggets, dusty and dull, looking inconspicuous, when they were held in their hands, the donor slave continued: "The total number of gold in this batch is more than fifty tons, which is only a small part. The others are scattered in the hands of other forces in Luanda."

More than fifty tons of gold account for almost one-third of the current precious metal reserves of the Aurora Legion. This harvest alone is enough to make the eyes of the Legion, which is currently in short supply of currency, turn red.
Chapter completed!