“Kinshasa! I’ve only been there once!”
Kinshasa is the capital of the Democratic Republic of the Congo and is 2,300 kilometers away from Lubumbashi. It is simply a dream to go there by land. Fortunately, there are cargo planes connecting the two places, but the ride experience is not so good.
"This is more than just a slight difference? This is a huge difference!"
After getting off the plane, Plumlee complained incessantly. Unlike Shepard, who was a strong young man who was not yet twenty years old, he could sleep in any environment.
"We really need a fixed wing, even for commuting and delivering mail! John, United Mining has collected so much money, why not get an airplane?"
"But that's the money I want to save to buy a tank!"
"Buy a tank? Who uses tanks nowadays? I'll get you a Cadillac Commando. It's much more interesting than a tank!"
The Cadillac Commando that Plumlee is talking about refers to the V100 wheeled armored vehicle produced by Cadillac. The US military's number is M706. This is a 4x4 amphibious armored vehicle. It was developed in 1964 and performed well in Vietnam. Not only the US military There is equipment, and the South Vietnamese government troops also have a lot of it. From a driving experience point of view, this car is indeed much better than tanks and the like.
"But men still want tanks!"
"Tanks are really bad, buy planes!"
“But to buy a plane, you still have to find an airport and a pilot!”
"When you buy a tank, you also have to consider transportation issues!"
"You're right, I won't buy either!"
Plomri was immediately dumbfounded. Why did this person still regret it?
"No, think about it again. Cessna has some great airplanes! You can't be too ambitious. If you want a C130, we may not be able to afford it!"
"That's not necessarily true. Who said we should raise them!"
Shepard shook his head and raised his hand to stop a truck. The truck readily accepted the $20 and sent them to the hotel where Smith and others were staying.
It can be seen that the other party's visit to the Democratic Republic of the Congo is huge. Not only is the hotel where they are staying expensive, but even the soldiers standing guard outside are not ordinary National Defense Forces, but members of the Presidential Guard.
The equipment of these soldiers is all American aid. The uniforms, rifles, boots and water bottles are all American goods currently in service. This equipment is something that other national defense forces dare not even think of. Half of Senerio's men even have military uniforms. Not even.
Smith was not in the hotel. Today they went to the Presidential Palace to discuss matters with Mobutu, the great savior of the Congolese people. The two of them could only sit in the hotel lobby and wait for three hours before Smith, who was full of wine and food, followed. The ticket collector walked into the hall laughing and joking.
"John?"
After not seeing each other for a year, Smith looked even richer, but his face was much rosier than before. I don’t know whether it was because of drinking or because he had gained weight after retiring, but the old man looked really good. After seeing Shepard, he left immediately The crowd came over and hugged Shepard fiercely.
"You brat, why do you see this expression on my face? And Lao Pu, what's wrong with this guy? Someone owes him money?
"I've been waiting for you for three hours and haven't eaten yet!"
Shepard told the truth, and Smith immediately glared. "You guys have your own legs. Go find a place to eat by yourself when you're hungry. Why does it sound like it's my fault?"
"No money!"
"No money? You kid, don't think that I don't know what you have done this year. You can even blackmail the KGB on the head. Can you do that?"
Smith took the two men to his suite, and then ordered two lunches from the hotel restaurant and asked them to deliver them.
We were all alone when we entered the room, so there was no need to be polite. Shepard took up the largest sofa as soon as he took off his coat.
"By the way, it's widely spread that I blackmailed the KGB?"
"Not many people know about it, just Beliukoff, Morgan, and me from the KGB Main Directorate!"
"Ha, you have ties to the KGB? Traitors of capitalism!"
"Fart, isn't it normal for intelligence agencies to have contact with each other? We and the Soviet Union are not really mortal enemies! Why can't we have contact!"
"That's true, but if you really collude with Russia in the future, please tell me!"
"Tell you what?"
"I'll be a rich man in South America first!"
"Then I'll be the first to bring someone here to catch you on the street lights!"
Smith rolled his eyes. There were quite a lot of private exchanges between the KGB and the CIA. It was not that the two parties were selling intelligence, but more like a routine notification to avoid some misunderstandings that would lead to the outbreak of a nuclear war. Beliukoff had investigated Shadow Company also knew Morgan. When the two parties met at WYN, Belliukoff thought it was Morgan's instigation, but it turned out that it was a misunderstanding.
"But you did a good job in this matter. The KGB has penetrated very deeply in Africa in recent years, and it is much better than us!"
"Actually, it's not because the KGB is too powerful, but because we are too lazy here. Look at who they support, and then look at who we support. It's weird if we don't lose!"
"Then tell the superiors about this and see if they listen!"
Smith had a look of disdain on his face. Given Shepard's fear of chaos, he would definitely be the first one to start a fight!
"So, what are you doing in the Democratic Republic of the Congo? Don't tell me you want business investment?"
"You're right, they are here for business investment, we are not!"
Smith shook his head and poured himself a glass of whiskey on the rocks.
"In view of the current chaotic situation in Central Africa, the Congressmen are ready to put a nail in this. They have approved a proposal to provide military assistance to the Democratic Republic of the Congo. We are here to support the military power of the Democratic Republic of the Congo!"
"What the hell, the state actually uses the taxes we pay on this!"
Shepard said with an indignant look.
"You're such a bastard, you haven't paid a damn cent in taxes!"
Smith immediately grabbed a lump of ice and threw it over.
"What about commercial aid? I remember that there are a lot of minerals in the Democratic Republic of the Congo, and most of them are occupied by Europeans. What should we invest in?"
"It must still be a mine. As for the Europeans, they will have to leave in a few days. We will take over all the things left behind!"
Smith's tone was full of ridicule. After all, even in the name of fighting against the Soviet Union, this look was too ugly!
"It's okay, this is the price of freedom. Our European friends will definitely understand the United States' painstaking efforts! After all, in order to fight against the Soviet Union, we must do whatever it takes!"
Shepard shrugged nonchalantly.
"But don't we have a contract with a European company? What will we do if they leave?"
"Well, of course, you have to come to them and demand liquidated damages. If they run away, the company will definitely be there. If not, we will label them as collaborating with Russia!"
