Apocalypse Cemetery

Chapter 15 Eureka Card
I'm afraid it's hard to find anyone in the world who hates his country more than Eurekaka.

Eurekaka was born in a small village in western Rwanda in 1982. Unlike ordinary Rwandan children, Eurekaka likes reading very much.His father was a scholar, influenced by his family, he was literate very early.

At that time, there were always thick books on my father's bookshelf. Through those French-translated books and periodicals, he began to understand the outside world from a very young age.Since then, he has understood that the river water in those countries in the northern hemisphere of the earth does not need to be bought with money, and they cannot be drunk at all.

The children there don't have to do farm work, and they don't need to go to the wild to find food and drink.They will study in a place called a classroom, and have breakfast and a big dinner cooked by their parents every day.

In addition, what he envied most was that the place where the children lived could not hear the deafening sound of guns and guns.

He hated the sound of guns, because every time they sounded, people died.

When he was six years old, Uncle Anikaka next door died in a religious conflict, and not long after, his father also died.On the night of his father's death, he hid under the bed, and through the bed board more than ten centimeters away, he could hear his mother's screams when she was abused.

He lay under the bed without daring to move, but lay silently crying.

After those mobs left, he crawled out from under the bed, and what he saw was his mother's disheveled corpse.He has hated his country ever since.

When he was older, he understood more.

Why do other countries use election campaigns to elect their rulers, while our own country likes to use guns to fight to the death?Why are people in this place so rude and ignorant?Why do people in other countries pursue sports cars and watches, while people in this land can't even eat enough?
Not only that, the hateful warlord also abused and exploited people like himself.

Later, like many locals, he picked up a rifle and became an executioner.Fortunately, he ended up becoming an international mercenary.Although it's not a good job, at least it can make you a lot of money.

Eurekaka is also very lucky. He has been a mercenary for almost 20 years, and he is still alive with sound limbs.With the money he earned, he successfully obtained a green card in the United States in 2001 and became an American.

If possible, he hopes that he will never return to this country for the rest of his life. He has already saved a lot of money, which is enough for him to spend the rest of his life comfortably.He bought a villa in Los Angeles. With his wealth, he was dating three beautiful ladies at the same time. Those women didn't care if he had other women, they only cared about money.

Of course, he didn't care if they cared or not.

It was a very comfortable life, but somehow, it didn't take long for him to start having frequent dreams.

He dreamed that many people came towards him, including Anikaka who had taken care of him since he was a child, a father wearing glasses, and a smiling mother.He couldn't see their appearance clearly, but he knew very clearly that it was them.

He dreamed of the vast grasslands of Africa and the stray wildebeest, of the heavy rain during the rainy season, and of the sparkling light on the river of grace.

Every time he woke up from his dream, the old mercenary, who was used to rolling in the hail of bullets, always burst into tears.

Not long after, he received an email from his old buddy Thurness.It is said that there is a well-paid mission in Africa, and because of the lack of a survival expert who understands the local area, I want to invite him to join.

He didn't want to use a gun to kill people anymore, but that day somehow, he accepted that mission and returned to the place where he swore he would never come back for the rest of his life.

When he set foot on the land he was familiar with again, he only felt some strange emotion brewing in his heart, but he couldn't tell what kind of feeling it was.The fruit wine here is very astringent, not as good as brandy; the climate here is terrible, the heat makes you sweat; the wind and sand here are very strong, and sometimes it blows into your eyes, making you very sad.

Even in many cases, you can see the corpses of starved children on the side of the road.

But even so, it all feels very intimate.

He swears that he never thought of betraying the brothers of Rattlesnake who were born and died with him, but he didn't know why.With little hesitation, he gave his defense map to his childhood playmate, who is also the leader of the Burundi Resistance Army.

The muzzle of the gun against his head was very hot, probably because he had used it too many times just now, causing a red wound on his forehead.Cerness's voice was full of anger, echoing in his ears like a bomb.

"16 years ago, when you first entered the industry, you were skinny like a starving wild dog. It was old Korkin who picked you up and trained you to become a mercenary. In Afghanistan nine years ago, you were a stone that was produced by an explosion. It was Gambiano who dug you out under the fire of bullets. Two years ago, when you quit, Bob threw you a celebratory dinner with all the commissions you just earned..."

"Dead! Because of your shameful betrayal! They are all dead! You hateful bastard, I will kill you!"

Senes raised the butt of the gun in his hand, and crazily smashed it on Eurekaka's head, beating him non-stop, and swearing viciously at the same time.

The rest of the people watched the scene in silence until Eurekaka collapsed in the sand with his head covered in blood.

During the whole process, Eurekaka did not utter a scream, beg for mercy or scream.

(End of this chapter)