Shepard didn't know that the guerrillas didn't want to pay at all, but were preparing to dig into his heart. He was still waiting full of longing for the day when a black uncle with a bag of cash would appear and surprise him. .
But unfortunately, a month has passed, and the condolence money from Standard Oil has arrived. The ransom he was looking forward to has not come yet. Seeing a bunch of black uncles eating and shitting, Shepard has no choice but to use the ancient wisdom of the European people. , let these black uncles use their own hard work in exchange for the rewards they deserve.
It happened that the camp lacked manpower for land reclamation, so Shepard directly kicked all the prisoners who could still move into dust. Under the scorching sun, a group of black uncles with iron chains worked hard to dig holes under the supervision of yellow people. The white people on the side were drinking drinks and eating snacks under a parasol. This scene did not look too familiar.
The black uncles of the guerrillas are indeed professionally trained. Digging holes and building walls is a piece of cake. A team of less than 100 people can work faster than an engineering team of 200 people. Shepard has a good idea. These guys are left to do the hard work for themselves.
"John, we don't engage in slavery anymore. As a democratic country, we still need to have some face!"
"I understand, I understand. So, do those guys have to pay a ransom? If not, I will hand these guys over to the National Defense Forces!"
"Wait a little longer, maybe they are already on the way?"
Looking at the decadent Shepard, Plomri also sympathized with him. The Shadow Company's stall was getting bigger and bigger, and the expenses were getting bigger, but the income was not much. Although it seemed to be enough to maintain it at the moment, It's just maintenance. Military contractors are here to make money, not to spread it!
At the same time, the guerrillas, who had passed through jungles, deserts, and obstacles at national borders, also entered Katanga Province. However, the condition of a few people was not good. They encountered flash floods and wild beast attacks along the way. During Danga, they were exhausted, especially the Soviet instructor Ivanov who took the lead. He was 1.9 meters tall and weighed 240 kilograms before starting. After walking out of the jungle, he only weighed 180 kilograms. However, Fortunately, their bodies were broken but their spirits were still there. Under the leadership of two other local guerrillas, the four of them followed the route of the previous guerrillas, preparing to survey the battlefield first. Then, the four of them came to the fat old man's tribe. .
Although the local guerrillas and the fat old man’s tribe are inextricably linked by blood, as the saying goes, relatives are for sale, let alone the kind that cannot be hit with an eight-pole. Mobutu’s cruelty towards political opponents The method did not dare to have any connection between the tribe and the guerrillas, so betraying these people had no psychological pressure on the fat old man.
"One thousand dollars, four people, this old guy really knows how to make money!"
Shepard put down the phone and shrugged helplessly. He thought these guys were here to give him money, but the old man told him that the four guys brought nothing except guns and knives. Shepard is a little angry!
"Hannibal, let Team B go! You will lead the team. Remember, I want everything alive!"
After putting down the phone, Shepard immediately asked Hannibal to take his men and set off. Team A was in charge of escorting Standard Oil and couldn't spare any time. Hannibal's Team B happened to be idle, so they just took it for a walk after dinner!
Taking about twenty armed soldiers to kill four exhausted guys, if it were in a movie, the car might have overturned, but it's a pity that this is not a movie, all four guys were captured alive, and they didn't even have time. Take out your weapons.
Hannibal set off at noon, and at twelve o'clock in the evening, four guys tied into rice dumplings were brought to Shepard.
"Davari, welcome!"
Seeing the man's majestic body like a polar bear, Shepard knew that this guy was a loser. After all, the strong smell of vodka could be smelled from several meters away.
"Well, make better arrangements for Davari. It's best to feel at home. Do you understand? It's like returning to the Gulag!"
Shepard did not rush to interrogate him, but simply imprisoned several guys in different dungeons. Then he slept until the next morning, and then had breakfast leisurely while being locked up in the dungeon. Ivanov, who had spent the night, was brought up.
"Comrade, ham on white bread!"
"Comrade, freshly ground black coffee!"
"Comrade, fresh fruit tea!"
Ivanov looked at the man eating and drinking in front of him and wanted to pinch him to death with his eyelids. This guy had to call out to himself before eating and drinking. As a result, he was not given any food. He was imprisoned all night and was thirsty. He was hungry again, and now he could only watch Shepard's throat moving crazily, secreting saliva to relieve his hunger and thirst.
After eating and drinking, Shepard wiped his mouth with satisfaction.
"So, are you here to give money?"
"no!"
"That's such a shame!"
Shepard shook his head regretfully.
"I am obviously very sincere. As long as you give me money, I will definitely let you go and even rescue your wounded. Ivan, you are making it difficult for me to do this!"
"The Soviets will not negotiate terms with the lackeys of capital!"
Ivanov said firmly.
"Okay, since you said so, then it must be okay for me to hand you over to the CIA, right?"
Shepard waved, and soon a PMC came forward with a camera and took a photo of Ivanov.
"There are a few other guys, take photos, and then let one guy go back!"
"What do you want to do?"
"It's very simple. I'll reiterate my request. Then, if your comrades still feel that you are still insignificant, then I will hand you over to the person you deserve!"
Shepard said, taking out another piece of paper, and then started writing and drawing on it.
"It is not easy for the Soviet mother to train you, so I will order more. You are worth ten black uncles. They are worth five thousand yuan each, and you are worth one hundred thousand yuan!"
After that, Shepard handed the note to the PMC in charge of taking pictures and asked him to put it with the photos.
"Now, I'm afraid you have to live with me for a while. Of course, as a free country, we don't encourage you to eat for free. Here, you have to get food through your own efforts. I call this labor reform. What do you think? ?”
"Are you kidding me? I'm a major and I want preferential treatment!"
"Ah, Major? Come on, come on, come back!"
Shepard was stunned after hearing this, and hurriedly asked the person who had just arrived at the PMC to come back, then tear up the note and replace it with a new one.
"Since you are a major, you have to pay more!"
