Soviet Godfather

Ten minutes ago, while Zoe and Colvin were still on their way to the storage and transportation center. A small group of heavily armed UN peacekeepers arrived at the main gate of the security zone that was about to lose control. However, they are not real officers and soldiers of the United Nations peacekeeping force, but are pretended by Rubik and others.

The equipment of Rubik and others were all airlifted from Italy. Their vehicles were painted with the UN logo, and the military uniforms on their bodies showed that they were from Italy, the former sovereign state of Somalia. Rubik was sitting in an open jeep with a machine gun mounted on the roof of the jeep, while he was sitting in the co-pilot's position and smoking a cigarette leisurely.

"Stop!" The convoy of Rubik and others had just arrived near the main entrance when they were stopped by the peacekeepers present. Because their fully armed appearance is really too arrogant. This is not the style of peacekeeping forces. You must know that Somalia is not an area of ​​war. The security situation here is still acceptable. The only purpose of the peacekeeping forces here is to prevent local warlords from grabbing food. . But people like Rubik don't seem to know what low-key is.

"Who sent you, you rushing here like this will only make things worse!" The commander at the front door said angrily to the leader Rubick.

"Don't get excited, man! We were sent to protect these grain trucks! First smoke a cigarette, please don't worry, we are not here to make trouble!" Rubik said as he stood up from the car, from his pocket He took out a Cuban product and handed it to the other party.

The other party wanted to refuse, but when he saw that it was such a high-end cigarette, he didn't refuse. It's not easy to find such a good cigarette in a place like Somalia where birds don't poop. Although it is sold in the store in the safe area, the price is really gritted!

"Where did such a good thing come from?" The commander smoked Rubik's cigar, which was nearly twenty dollars apiece, and spoke with a much more friendly attitude. He saw that Rubik and others were quite obedient. It's not that nervous anymore. The two began to talk with each other.

"These cigarettes were brought by the sailors on the dock to sell them. It is a lot cheaper to buy them! You know this kind of cigarettes can only be enjoyed by the secretary in Cuba..." He took out a few in his pocket and gave it to the other party. The other party was also an old smoker. He was naturally very happy to see so many high-end cigars. He didn't notice that the people Rubick had brought had slowly reached the cordon. At the forefront.

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"Look at the front, there are a lot of soldiers. It seems that they don't want to give us food!" Some of the people from Turkey pointed at the Rubik who came to arm the defense. Although these Turks do not look like black people, they often see Arab businessmen in Mogadishu. These Turks speak fluent Arabic. So Somalis did not doubt their identities, but instead trusted them because of their Arab identities.

"Hurry up! The people of the United Nations are soft, they dare not shoot! More soldiers will come soon..." Turkey should continue to agitate among the crowd.

This sentence may be in the hearts of Somalis. The Somalis approaching the truck began to work on the food on the truck. Their movements were getting bigger and bigger. Some people climbed up and drove but were dragged down by peacekeeping soldiers around the truck, but the number of soldiers was too small, and they were too cool to be busy. Someone flexibly climbed onto the roof of the car and started tossing bags of grain down, while the people below tore each other to scramble for the grain, and the grain soon spilled out, spreading everywhere. This scene even more stimulated the onlookers of Somalis. What is the price of food in Somalia now, as long as there is a bag of food, the wife’s house will be all available.

"The situation is a bit overwhelming!" The officer on the scene said to Rubick.

"Let our people come back, I think something is wrong, ask if the headquarters can send more people over!" Rubik asked pretending to be worried.

"You can watch for me first, I'll make a call and ask about the situation!" The officer walked into the room to contact his superiors after speaking.

At this time, the Turkish agents hiding in the crowd began to retreat. They quietly squeezed out the crowd. Some of them couldn't get out, so they hid behind obstacles, because they knew what was about to happen. They don't want to be unjust dead.

"Everyone check the weapons!" Rupi Ke gave orders at the scene.

The soldiers present all began to subconsciously check the firearms. They would open the insurance and open the barrel at this moment...

"Boo!"

"What's the matter, who fired the gun, don't you know what the situation is now?" The officer who was calling after hearing the gunshot rushed out and asked.

"My gun went wrong!" explained the soldier who Rubick had brought.

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"Our people were shot, the UN guys shot, they shot us!"

"They don't care about our lives at all, we fight them!"

"My fellow citizens, rush in, the food is inside!"

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The chain reaction caused by this gunshot was huge. The Somalis who had come for food were irritated by the gunfire, and they aimed at the UN peacekeeping force. Soon the courageous Somalis began to attack the iron gates of the safety zone.

"Everyone's gunpoint is down, no shooting is allowed! Hurry up and contact the Pakistan Mountain Regiment and ask for their support!" The officer of the peacekeeping force is now sweating down, and he and his men see Somalia who has lost their sanity. People suddenly felt horrified.

The Somalis attacked the iron gate one after another, and the iron gate was about to falter. Both the UN soldiers and Rubik felt the breath of danger.

"Sir~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Take your people with you first!" Rubick said to the officers present.

"Then what do you do?" the officer asked.

"There is a second line of defense in the safe zone. You can deploy it first, and we will be responsible for breaking it!" Rubik replied.

"Don't shoot anymore?" The officer asked in an uneasy voice.

"Don't worry, I know the sir!" Rubick replied.

"All get in the car, let's retreat to the inner door for defense!" After the officer said in a panic, he led his men to retreat to the inner city. Rubick saw their backs and let his men get in the jeep. Piccolo didn't sit in the position of the co-pilot this time. He stood in the back of the jeep, aimed the muzzle of the MD5 at the Somalis crowded in the iron gate, and pulled the trigger at these poor unarmed men.

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