"Damn, Mobutu was a bit ruthless!"
As usual, Shepard went to the restaurant after getting up. After a hearty breakfast, he sat in the corner of the restaurant, feeling the moist breeze before the rainy season coming out of the window, while flipping through the nearest newspaper. After all, There were no mobile games or video websites at this time, so reading became Shepard's usual hobby.
While he was leisurely reading the newspaper's report about U.S. President Richard Nixon's report that we have great advantages in Vietnam and will soon win, Plomri, who likes to go to Lubumbashi for an aperitif in the morning, hurried away. Come in.
“Kinshasa is under martial law!”
"Why?"
"It's just land, why else?"
Promri chuckled with a mouth full of alcohol, and then said.
"The interior minister he just appointed stole other tribes' land and killed people. Then the two sides fought and killed several people. What do you think Mobutu did after he found out?"
"He wiped out that tribe? Unexpected!"
"No, he wiped out the minister's family and the tribe together. The army directly massacred the village. Almost a thousand people died!"
"It's not surprising that he can do this. In Africa, human life is worth less than grass. Where there is no order, it is not surprising that many people die!"
"This is strange. Wasn't Mobutu often praised as a benevolent man before? Why did he suddenly change his gender now?"
"You have a father, so stop pretending!"
Shepard closed the newspaper and threw it on the table, then picked up the cold coffee on the side. After taking a sip, he immediately shouted to the kitchen at the other end of the restaurant.
"Emil, the coffee is cold!"
Then a French mercenary cook wearing a chef's hat and a big apron came over with a coffee pot and said while changing Shepard's coffee.
"I'm a cook, why don't you find a maid to do the coffee pouring?"
"Because I paid your salary and tips. The money you saved for ten years will definitely be enough for you to open a cafe when you go home!"
“It’s the same as saying prices in France won’t rise!”
After Emil poured hot coffee for both of them, he brought another macaron, and then returned to the kitchen to do his own work.
Shepard took a sip of coffee with sugar and milk, moistened his throat, and said to Plumlee.
"Mobutu became the boss through two coups and betrayal. It took him five or six years to stabilize. If he didn't show diligence and love for the people, he would have been kicked out long ago!"
"Then why doesn't he act now?"
"Because he is now a reliable ally of the United States against the Soviet Union. With him here, his position is more reliable than the Statue of Liberty!"
"Well, then the commotion shouldn't spread, right?"
"I don't know. Anyway, if something happens, someone will be anxious!"
Perhaps it was Shepard’s crow’s mouth. In short, the riot caused by the embezzlement of property did not subside with the martial law in the capital. On the contrary, it was because Mobutu’s undisciplined relatives were spreading bit by bit in the Democratic Republic of the Congo. .
After all, the situation of scrapping land everywhere is not isolated. On the contrary, this has become the norm in the Democratic Republic of the Congo. Officials at all levels appointed by Mobutu follow the president to learn from the president and greed for whatever they can. Therefore, in Katan In Canada, such a strange scene appeared.
Obviously all kinds of construction machinery from foreign-funded enterprises are nearby, but the miners can only work with hammers, because all the gasoline needed for the construction machinery has been sold out, and even after they mine the minerals, their salaries continue to increase. Withheld for various reasons.
In the past, miners worked hard for a white man all day and could have a drink after work and eat a meaty meal of sufficient weight to soothe their stomachs and reward their bodies. But now, not only do workers not get paid for a day's work, Sometimes you even have to pay for it. The bars have been closed because they can't afford the high taxes and fees. The quality of the food is also declining rapidly. In the past, you could see meat, but now it's just gruel and paste that you can't eat at all. Don't break out in silence. , then perish in silence.
The miners who were forced into desperation also acted in the same way as the tribe whose land was occupied. They rebelled!
Almost overnight, riots broke out in more than ten mining areas in Katanga. The miners who had been exploited to the point of intolerance raised their production tools high and told the supervisors who were full of shit what the power of workers was.
As for what guards? It's long gone. The officials don't even bother to pay the miners, let alone the guards. And even if there are guards, the first person who has a gun will definitely choose to kill those guys who eat people's food instead of doing anything for others.
Soon the few police officers started their own fire-fighting operations, but they also suffered from corruption. The funds that should have been used to replace equipment disappeared, and even the police cars were used by the superiors for private work. It takes a policeman with a baton to run over on his own.
The police in the past were helpless. Although the miners did not have guns, they had a lot of explosives for mining. The black uncles made homemade slingshots and blew the shit out of the police. As a last resort, the so-called Minister of Industry from Kinshasa Come to the garrison camp in person and ask Senerio to show his loyalty to the country!
Senerio was speechless for this minister. The mining areas where the rebellion was taking place were all obtained by this guy from Mobutu. If he hadn't been a bad person, why would those miners rebel?
The garrison had no good solution. Although the guns in their hands were deadly, the explosives in the hands of the miners could also kill people. Senerio asked his men to surround the most troubled gold mine, trying to kill the chickens first to scare the monkeys, but he His men were met with a resolute counterattack by the miners.
The soldiers tried to drive the miners out of the mine with weapons, but dozens of them were killed by the scattered explosives. The most unlucky guy had his body blown into two pieces. He was still alive, and he was even lying on the ground and facing towards the miners. The people around were screaming and calling for help. The miserable appearance scared a few unlucky guys to faint, and some people were lying on the ground and vomiting. In the end, it was Senerio who went up with a pistol and shot the opponent to end the scene. Tragedy.
"These bastards!"
Senerio's face was livid, and he didn't know whether it was because his men were killed or he was assigned such a task, but looking at the corpses of those unlucky ones, he could only be glad that he was not at the front.
Looking at the wreckage that was not even complete, the soldiers brought by Senerio were unwilling to go deeper into the mine, let alone the police. Why would you risk your life with a few hundred dollars?
"We can't solve this problem!"
Senerio didn't want his men to die in vain.
"Why don't you ask the Americans for help?"
