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Chapter 1296 Tribe Leader

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    In the command room with flickering lights, Commander Massar was dizzy. The constant sound of artillery fire and gunfire outside made him feel like he was about to collapse.  But he cannot fall, because behind him is the entire tribe.

    ¡°It wasn¡¯t that long ago that he was the No. 2 man in the country, until the president relieved him of all his duties, leading directly to this war.  This damn bastard, what does he think of himself as a rag that can be thrown away after use?  He didn't even think about it, but behind him was the second largest tribe in South Sudan.  How can he cover the sky with one hand?

    Marsar stared at the map in front of him angrily and slammed his fist on the table.  "We're going to make this bastard pay!"

    "Yes, Your Excellency, now all our people in the military have entered combat mode and can fight to the death with those Dinka bastards at any time!" A young officer said loudly.

    "But they now have the advantage in numbers and are better armed than us." Another officer whispered.  "And the blue helmets of the peacekeeping force are a bit intrusive."

    "Forget it, don't touch those blue helmets. Behind them are some European and American powers. Damn it, we are not making enemies everywhere now. If we want to win this war, we have to find more friends, and  It¡¯s not about provoking more enemies.¡± Masal shook his head.

    He has never liked wearing military uniforms, but now he has to wear a camouflage uniform.  Because he must be tougher in order to lead his brothers well.  The brothers don't want to see a weakling in a suit who only knows how to talk. They want to see a real pure man from the Nuer ethnic group.

    But when it comes to military matters, Marsar is obviously not good at these things.  These officers had already made his head hurt.

    He waved his hands to his men and said, "Okay, you can figure out the battle. I have to take a rest, and I have to meet a few important people tomorrow. I hope they can help us. I  There is only one request: we must teach that idiot president a lesson and let him know how powerful we are."

    "Don't worry, General, we will completely eliminate them." The officers roared excitedly.

    Accompanied by several guards, Marsal turned and walked out of the room.  When he returned to his temporary office, he seemed to be exhausted and sat down.  He's been in a difficult situation lately.  As armed conflicts intensify, it is increasingly likely that a conflict will escalate into a war.  To win this war, Massar felt that he did not have enough cards in his hand.

    Although the Russians sent a representative, they still refused to express their support clearly.  Instead, you have to help them search for some Russian agent?  And what the hell is going on, Massar found himself unable to say no to these Russians.

    They have made it clear that as long as they find the whereabouts of the agent, the Russians will conditionally provide them with assistance in arms supplies.  Looks like a good deal.

    Marsar lowered his head in thought, but when his eyes saw the various red and blue pencil arrows drawn on the map, he became irritated again.  He admitted that he was not a fighter, and he had no idea whether he could win this war.

    There was a knock on the door outside, and Masal looked away and responded casually, "Come in."

    He originally thought it was another officer under his command who came to report the battle situation to him.  But when the door opened, a heavily armed Asian came in.  Marsal trembled with fright, and he quickly opened the drawer and went to get the self-defense pistol in the drawer.  But he found that his movements were really stiff and slow.  Before he could pull out the gun, the Asian man was sitting on a nearby chair.

    This young Asian is naturally Lin Rui.  He looked at Marsal and smiled slightly, "Don't be nervous, Mr. Marsal."

    "Who are you? How did you get in?" Masal shouted, "Guard!"

    "You'd better stop shouting, no one will come in. Because we have very important things to talk about, and you don't think it would be a good idea to have someone around when having this kind of conversation." Lin Rui shrugged.  "Don't worry, we are not President Gill's people."

    "Then who are you?" Masar's hand was holding a pistol in the drawer, and he looked at Lin Rui nervously and said, "What do you want to do here?"

    "We are businessmen." Lin Rui walked over and put a business card in his hand on Masar's desk.

    Ma Sal glanced briefly, then his expression suddenly changed, "Are you from the Black Island Military Company?"

    "Yes. It contains our business contact number, email address, and Internet website." Lin Rui shrugged, "You should have heard of us. We are a group of people who specialize in solving problems for customers, especiallyIt¡¯s customers like you.  Of course most of the time, our customers are satisfied.  "

    "What do you mean? Who asked you to come? I have never contacted you, and I have no intention of hiring mercenaries." Ma Sal looked at Lin Rui and said.

    "We were hired by a powerful agency in a country to perform a mission. But we think we can reach a deal with you." Lin Rui looked at Marsar and said.

    "The Americans hired you. Well, I guessed not wrong at all. Those damn bastards have connections with the Americans. Do they want to kill me because of you? Then come on, I will tell them even if I die.  One thing is, wherever there is oppression, there will be resistance, and the Nuer people cannot be killed." Masal said righteously.

    "Okay, that's a good point, but I noticed that you didn't stand up. When you give an impassioned speech, don't you have to stand up and make a gesture or something? Maybe your legs are shaking so much that you don't want to  I saw it. Maybe you felt that the pistol in the drawer was too heavy to lift. That's why you kept sitting. Believe me, this is good, at least it is good for all of us." Lin Rui shook his head.  "Because right outside the window, there are several guns aimed at you. So stay in this position and hear me out."

    Masaldao¡¯s face turned ugly. He stared at Lin Rui and said, ¡°What on earth are you going to do?¡±

    "We need your help, and we won't let your help go in vain." Lin Rui shrugged.  "As a reward, we will also help you. Let you have the advantage in this battle. What do you think?"

    "Help?" Marsar looked at Lin Rui hesitantly, then hesitated and said, "What do you need me to do?"

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