"Captain, what should we do next?"
Focusing on the map of Johannesburg city brought back by his companions, Erwin, one of the few snipers in the team, walked up to Captain Fritz holding his high-precision rifle and asked doubtfully: "We arrived in this world It’s been two or three days and there’s still no clear order from the superiors?”
After hearing the question from his subordinates, Fritz touched the fine stubble on his chin that had not been shaved for several days and replied: "Yes, although I don't know the specific reason, I guess this is His Majesty's treatment of our Immortal Army. A test.”
Seeing that Erwin was still a little confused, the captain smiled and explained patiently: "For the Guards, because they are responsible for the most intense frontal battlefield, so as long as the soldiers can obey the orders and prohibitions and fight to the death, they are elites. "
"But the Immortal Army is different. As the only force in the empire capable of carrying out special operations and infiltration operations, our style must be more flexible than that of the regular army. Just like now, since the superiors have not issued a clearer order than collecting intelligence, then we will continue to collect Intelligence, but the target has to change, and it can no longer be limited to civilian groups and folklore."
Erwin, who felt a little vague about understanding, nodded and looked through the gray windows at the brightly lit city in the distance - since the technological level of this world is not low, they did not make too much of a fuss about transforming their feet. This abandoned building has been used as a temporary base to avoid being discovered by interested people passing by.
But paper cannot stop the fire. After careful observation by snipers on the rooftop, there are several roads near the building that are occasionally visited by cars, and MNU patrol helicopters can often be seen in the air.
Even though they are hiding well at the moment, experience tells Captain Fritz that if more than a hundred fully armed soldiers are crowded into a building without any camouflage or underground space, it will be a matter of time before they are exposed.
Before collecting more valuable intelligence, finding a new hiding place has become a more urgent task than the former.
The key is that after combining the existing information in his hand, a bold idea suddenly popped up in the captain's mind - maybe the tasks of collecting intelligence and finding hiding places can be carried out at the same time. While saving time and manpower, there is a high probability that there will be more An unexpected bonus.
"Erwin, help me recall how many gangs there are in District 9, and how many of them have cooperative relationships with MNU."
Staring at the map of Area 9 hand-drawn by the team members on the wall, Fritz crossed his arms and said solemnly: "I have a plan that is not yet mature, but if it succeeds, not only will our safety be guaranteed, but also the shrimp people We can also achieve breakthroughs in intelligence collection."
"Yes, sir."
After receiving the order, the sniper immediately sorted out the complicated information in his mind, briefly sorted it and then explained it in detail. From time to time, he also interspersed it with some of his personal opinions and analysis, many of which were quite unique. Fritz, who was used to geniuses, couldn't help but clap his hands and praise him.
"That's very well said. He is worthy of being an all-rounder who can graduate with high scores in cultural courses." After casually complimenting Erwin's outstanding language organization skills, the captain took out the red pencil used for drawing from his chest and drew on the map. Start writing and drawing on the location belonging to the ninth district.
"As the saying goes, catch the thief first and catch the king first. There are dozens of large and small underworld organizations in this area, and each of them has a more or less unclear relationship with MNU. Since we don't have the energy to deal with them at the same time, why not Let’s just pick the strongest one to avoid having to resolve disputes between gangs in the future.”
"I just heard you say that there is a very powerful boss named Obesandjo in District 9. Basically all gangs will give him face, right?"
Erwin nodded after hearing this, saying that this person is a very powerful representative figure in the entire Johannesburg underground organization, and because he himself has been engaged in underworld activities in Nigeria for many years, many local Nigerian gangs look up to him. .
"Well, in that case, let's do it without further delay. The sooner we can deal with this Obersancho, the greater the benefit will be to us."
After folding the simple map on the table and stuffing it into his pocket, Fritz picked up the radio communicator on the table and gave the order for everyone to assemble and enter a wartime state.
Taking advantage of the darkness, hundreds of imperial elites who had received professional training slowly approached the ninth restricted area in vehicles obtained through various means. Just waiting for the captain's order, they would suddenly rush out from the pre-planned lurking area and kill the Nigerian gangsters who were their prey until the blood flowed like rivers.
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At this time, Obersancho had no idea that he had become a piece of cake in the eyes of the imperial soldiers. He was still immersed in the dream of controlling the entire ninth restricted area and using the inexhaustible shrimps in it to make huge profits for him.
But it has to be said that his strength is indeed worthy of such strong ambitions.
As early as when the shrimp people launched their first riot twenty years ago, Obersanjo, who had already taken root in Johannesburg, smelled a smell called opportunity. With the money and connections he had accumulated in the past, he took in many Nigerian compatriots who had to sleep on the streets due to the shrimp riots, and distributed them weapons for self-defense, making full preparations for subsequent expansion.
In the subsequent riots, he still followed the same pattern, and his extraordinary courage made him leap from an unknown regional gang leader to a representative of underground forces that even MNU had to take seriously.
When the riot was completely over and all the escaped shrimpers were captured back to the ninth restricted area, considering that the cost of garrisoning a large number of troops was too high, after negotiating with the South African government, MNU chose to only place sentries and mercenary troops in some sensitive areas. To whitewash peace, control of the walls and most of the entrances and exits basically fell into the hands of people or organizations like Obersang.
In return, these underworld forces who obtained the bones had to cooperate with all MNU's actions in District 9. On weekdays, they also had to serve as a cover for MNU's secret activities of collecting alien weapons and shrimp-man "volunteers" to prevent Western countries from The international image suffered as a result.
But people will always change, and more than ten years of recuperation is enough to turn the pug that was once obedient in front of multinational companies into a vicious wolf that cannot be fed enough, and Obersancho is naturally one of them.
He gradually became dissatisfied with the liquid leaking from Mnu's fingers.
He wants to be a eater of meat, not a dog gnawing bones at the table. In Obersang's view, the key to helping him cross this step is those alien weapons that humans cannot use due to their genetic codes despite racking their brains.
Over the years, he has tried countless methods to obtain the so-called Shrimp Man genes, from first coaxing aliens to have sex with him, to later cutting off the Shrimp Man's hands and feet and digging out their organs to make "prosthetic limbs." . After years of trying to no avail, he had to adopt the most primitive and barbaric method under the guidance of some local wizards.
Eating flesh and blood.
It may be that the meat of the shrimp people is really poor, even for a ruthless person like Obersancho. It will be delivered to Obo Sang for his enjoyment.
But obviously, the boss's patience has almost been exhausted by these "miracle medicines" that have no effect at all. Especially recently, his informant in the government agency told him that MNU planned to relocate the entire Ninth District and move those shrimp people who had marked his personal property in his eyes to a place beyond his reach. Obersang Not a day goes by without feeling anxious about it, but there is nothing I can do about it.
Without powerful alien weapons, he does not have the strength or courage to go to war with MNU or even the Western countries behind them.
So on another breezy night, Obersang, who couldn't sleep, asked his confidant to push the wheelchair and take him to a bustling Colosseum outside the stronghold. Seeing that the shrimps and humans around the venue who had just held their bills and shouted loudly were all silent because of his arrival, he smiled with satisfaction and turned his attention to the two alien fighting bugs that were still fighting fiercely in the center of the venue.
These low-intelligence fighting bugs obviously don't care why the noisy environment around them suddenly becomes extremely quiet, because they are making a last ditch effort for their lives. In just a moment, one of the dominant fighting insects was pierced into the body by the sharp needle at the opponent's tail because of its speed, and died.
The sudden reversal of the situation immediately made many gamblers around them sigh in annoyance. Seeing Ou Baisang staring at them not far away, the gamblers had no choice but to admit that they were unlucky and paid the compensation according to the pre-agreed amount. , and then take out a few sweat-soaked bills from his hand and join the next exciting game.
"This is the law of the jungle. If I can't control the power of the shrimp people, sooner or later I will be like that dead insect, worthless."
As if he had realized something from the fleeting life of the alien fighting bug, Ou Baisang ignored the dissuasion of his subordinates and rolled his wheelchair back to the stronghold alone, wanting to heat up the "shrimp meat" he had not finished for dinner today. I ate it hot as a midnight snack.
Just as he returned to his room, holding back his nausea and preparing to bite into the piece of meat that looked juicy but was actually full of rancid smell, Obersang suddenly felt a chill coming from the back of his head. His years of underworld career made him quickly make a decision. The most correct response.
"Don't shoot! I'll give you whatever you want!"
Obviously, his loud begging for mercy did not win the appreciation of the people behind him. Instead, the muzzle of the gun on his head was pushed forward, and along with it came the man's calm voice with a hint of sneer.
"If you want to beg for mercy, don't be so loud, and don't use the same dialect as you scream. But it doesn't matter, because I can tell you, I have plenty of time to wait until you can't scream anymore."
Realizing that the black man at gunpoint did not believe his threat, the man took out two straps and tied Obersang's hands tightly to the armrests of the wheelchair. Then he slowly walked up to him, revealing a A bright smile.
"Obersancho, right? My name is Fritz, nice to meet you."
After learning through the radio that all gangsters who might threaten the conversation had been eliminated, the captain put down the rifle in his hand, picked up the suspicious-looking plate of barbecue on the table, smelled it, and immediately threw it aside with a look of disgust. , and at the same time restored the harmless smile on his face.
"I'm afraid alien meat is not that delicious, right? So listen carefully, I, or the existence behind me, have the ability to give you the power to use alien weapons. But the problem is, there is no free lunch in the world, you , Obersanjo, the leader of a third-rate gangster."
"What price are you willing to pay for this power?"
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