"Mr. Matak, please have a happy future cooperation."

After getting what he wanted, Xu Chuan kindly patted the other person on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, I will help you hide the benefits from Dr. Claire's father. You can continue to take advantage of them."

Xu Chuan put away the camera. This thing is very valuable now.

There are a lot of dirty work that Matak has done over the years, of course this thing is definitely not complete, and it is not considered evidence.

But when do they need evidence when they work?

Let’s not talk about the others, just throw this incident to Dr. Claire’s father. It would be strange if the arms dealer didn’t come here and die.

Is it a very terrifying title to be the deputy minister of the Sultan?

"I don't care whether the person behind you is British or American. They can take your life, I can do it too. They can give you more."

"So, how to choose, I hope you are a smart person."

Xu Chuan sat opposite Matak with a smile on his face, as if he was chatting with a familiar business partner.

If the other party is not covered with injuries on his face and is hit by several muzzles on his head, the picture will be much more normal.

Matak could only nod, and he finally realized that he, the so-called senior official of the inner department, was nothing in the eyes of these people.

After he goes back, he can indeed mobilize troops to encircle these people, but what about after that?

According to their intelligence, Umbrella has gained a firm foothold in Nansudan, and coupled with their influence in North African regions such as Libiya, Morocco.

Even if these people are driven away, they can still make a comeback.

Aren’t those Europeans and Americans doing these things too?

Who to be a dog is just a matter of price.

The Sudan country has a population of more than 40 million, and the cabinet is 26.

Everyone's purpose is to make money by rushing to the death, sell everything you can, or even sell it several times.

If he doesn't want the dollars in front of him, there will definitely be others rushing to ask for them.

Well, Matak is self-consistent.

...

"BOSS, is that okay?"

After leaving the hotel, Feins was a little worried that their actions were in a hurry and there was no rigorous attitude at all.

He felt that it was really a joke to control senior officials in a country like this.

"You're wrong. I'm not controlling him, I'm talking to him about business."

Well, okay, the way the boss talks about business is so unique.

Xu Chuan knew that the other party didn't understand.

When doing business, you can buy and sell things. If you want to sell things, you must at least find the right person. Sometimes many people don’t even have the means to find the right person.

When he learned that this matter was related to this Matak, he immediately knew that this was an opportunity to pry open up Sudan's internal connections.

He wants to tell the other party two things: I have money and I can kill you.

As for the videos, it just gives the other party an excuse to compromise.

It is indeed a bit simple and crude, but after the internal problems of Nansudan were suppressed, Umbrella's eyes certainly had to look at the oil pipelines and refineries leading to the northern estuary, and Sudan could not avoid it.

Using Matak, the local snake, to open up the relationship between Sudan's top leaders, is what Xu Chuan wants to get.

He didn't have so much time to negotiate or bargain with the other party, and he invested billions of dollars. If Sudan dared to stumbling to him, he would dare to replace these cabinet members.

His men found a truck and moved all the bodies in the hotel to transport them out of the city.

As for the remaining problems, Matak will solve them himself.

At this time, Matak in the hotel was holding the phone and calling Gerald Crawford, Dr. Claire's father.

"Hey, Crawford, my friend."

He said while wiping the blood on his face, "Sorry, something happened to your daughter before, and a group of insurgents attacked the medical clinic."

Matak deliberately paused here.

The man across the phone cursed in a low voice, and then asked anxiously, "Matak, please tell me that Claire was not injured."

"Of course, we are our best friends. I sacrificed more than a dozen guards to save her..."

Ten minutes later he hung up the phone, and the Gerald Crawford said he would go to Darrefur immediately, and this time he should be able to earn hundreds of thousands more.

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The Nandaerfurrizagat tribe, this is the base camp of Jingawid.

The history of Jingawid can be traced back to the Chad War in the 1980s, when the President of Chad and those who opposed him recruited large numbers of Arab nomadic tribes from the Darrefur region in eastern Chad.

This is basically the origin of Jinagwede, and there was a severe drought in the Daerfur area later.

The nomadic tribes and the black farmers who settled in Dahlfour had a serious conflict, and Jinjaweed grew stronger.

Among them, the late Colonel Kada provided a lot of financial and technical support to Jingaweed.

In the late 1980s, independent ideas emerged in the Daerfur area, the most famous of which was the Soviet Union, which is now the Zhizhengzi of Nansudan.

They advocated overthrow of the main palace and abolishing the Islan Law, which of course had a conflict with the local Alabo tribe.

The most tragic fight with the Soviets was Jingeweid, who represented the interests of the local nomadic tribes.

After the establishment of Nansudan, some northerners in the Suren Jie did not join the Nansudan nationality, but established the Suren Jiebei, which evolved into the rebellious organization in the current North Sudan.

So, in general, Jingaweid is a local armed force supported by the Sultan Mansion.

Even directly obeying the current president and accepting the command of Sudanese intelligence agencies, he is largely the president's private army.

They controlled most of the gold mines in the Darefur region and were the absolute local emperors in this area.

The current leader is Mohammed Ham, born in the Regazart tribe, and is 50 years old this year.

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It doesn't look like a big warlord, but more like a small businessman.

"Tashir is dead?"

Muhammad Ham, who was drinking tea in the tent, received a bad news.

Tashir was the commander he stayed in North Darefour, and his death directly left Jingaweed in an unorganized and commanding state.

As the largest warlord of the Sultan, he knew very well what Jingaweid looked like without command.

They can indeed fight, but the military discipline is also very poor. No, it should be said that there is no military discipline, and they will do all kinds of evil deeds and kill, looting and doing everything.

A hungry wolf without a chain will disrupt the entire Beidarefur.

"There is no big problem, so let them come out and breathe in seven days and send someone to let Tashir's deputy take over as commander."

Mohammed Ham said calmly.

However, his subordinates seemed to be embarrassed, "It's not just Tashir who died, he led his personal guards at that time..."

He didn't say the rest, but Mohammed Ham already understood that someone had brought the command of Jingeweid in the north.

This is different from the death of a Tahir. It means that the difficulty of gathering these chaos troops will increase exponentially.

"Who did it?"

Mohammed Ham's expression became serious.

His men shook their heads, "It's not clear yet, but I heard that Tashir had contacted Matak, the inner chief, before."

Mohammed Ham squinted his eyes, and of course he knew about Matak Ahmed.

If this guy is counted as his superior.

"This greedy guy..."

He took a deep breath and had some thoughts in his mind.

However, before he contacted the other party, Matak's phone number came first.

"Ham, are you crazy? Did you instruct Tahir to attack the international medical team protected by peacekeeping forces?

Matak made a mess and directly fell on the dead Tashir.

Mohammed Ham looked puzzled. Could it be that he was thinking too much about this?

His tone remained unchanged, "How is this possible when attacking the medical team? There is no need for Jinagweed to do this."

"Then you can find a TV station and have a good look at the news. This is the last time I will wipe your butt."

Matak hung up the phone in anger.

Ham's mood finally felt a little ups and downs as he listened to the busy voice coming from the phone.

Look at his personal guard, "Go and move to the TV."
To be continued...