Putting down the satellite phone, Kamala stood in the tent for a moment, and Abe Shin felt so insulted by what he had just said that he threw the phone on the table in displeasure.

How much of a threat can a tactical team of 8 people pose to itself? What about even the top ghost groups in African mercenary circles? Could it be that all of them are Rambo who can't be killed?

Thinking of that short Japanese guy, Kamala couldn't help but sneer, it turns out that a person's courage is directly proportional to his stature.

"General, the remaining three British troops have been brought back, do you want to see them?" The soldier in charge of guarding the captives walked into the tent and asked.

Camara sat back in his large chair, picked up a new cigar, clicked his head, expertly lit the fire, and took a puff of his cigarette, "Bring them here." ”

Not long after, two soldiers escorted a string of British soldiers into the tent.

Kamala watched the group of captives with interest. The dignified British Empire's Army Irish Regiment and the elites of the Air Assault Brigade looked a little depressed at the moment, which made him suddenly feel a little irrepressible pride.

Since the British intervened in the Sierra Leone civil war, their good days have come to an end, not to mention the defeat on the front, and in December last year, his brother, the leader of the front, was surrounded by the British army in Freetown, and finally had to raise his hand and surrender.

Looking at these eleven captives, Kamara was like a gambler who had run out of money in the gambling hall, and suddenly a large amount of chips fell from the sky, which was simply joyful from the sky. You must know that those Western politicians are full of benevolence and morality on the surface, and they have one human right, but in fact they are nothing more than collusion between officials and businessmen, and they have taken a fancy to Sierra Leone's diamonds, and if there is no De Beers behind their backs, the British military will not intervene in the civil war in Sierra Leone under the banner of protecting overseas Chinese.

However, it is believed that this situation will soon be improved. Kamala even wondered if he should have executed British soldiers to death like Aideed in Somalia, and then summoned some reporters to film these horrific and bloody scenes, send them to Western television, and let those white people of the British Empire take to the streets to protest and force his government to withdraw.

He winked at his guards. The four of Kamala's personal guards in the tent swarmed up, walked behind the British soldiers, held them down by the shoulders, and kicked them the joints, "Kneel!" Get down on your knees! ”

Actually, there is one thing Kamala doesn't know yet. At this time, three of these British soldiers were members of the ghost team, including those who escorted these people in, one was a man's wife, the other was Long Yun, and Lao Yu and the Duke sneaked to the place where the "Honey Badger" 20 and the Valkyrie rocket launcher were parked to install C4 explosives, ready to blow up these troublesome equipment.

Kamala didn't notice that the man who had just come in to report to him was missing from the men.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I would have said 'Nice to see you here,' which is polite for us Sierra Leoneans, but I can't say that."

After two trips back and forth in front of the captive, Camara stopped his steps and said in a condescending tone: "You white men, since the 16th century, have been plundering resources from our land, taking our compatriots into your land as slaves, and treating us as animals. Even today, you still want to come to us and plunder our diamonds! As soldiers, you are born to obey orders, and it is not your fault, but it is the fault of the filthy politicians in your country! ”

He spoke impassionedly, and at last seemed very satisfied with his speech, and with a smirk, he took out a piece of paper from his pocket and spread it out, and then held it up to the British prisoners: "Now I give you a chance to atone for your sins, and look at this statement, which you must read later in front of the video camera, and admit your atrocities, is it clear?" ”

In the last sentence, he accentuated his tone, with a bit of intimidation.

There was silence in the tent, and no one from the British soldiers responded to Kamara, which made him feel a little bored. He pulled out his Dellinger pistol and began to play with it in his hand, like a beast staring at its prey, staring at the men in front of him.

Click-

He pulled the trigger of the Derlinger pistol open and put the muzzle of the gun against the head of one of the British soldiers, "Say! Say yes or no! ”

The British soldier was visibly nervous, but the sense of honor of being a soldier supported him, and after swallowing a mouthful of saliva, he began to pronounce his rank.

"Sergeant Chamson of Company E, 3rd Battalion, British Army Irish Regiment. M。 Taylor, No. 846337857......"

Clearly, he rejected Kamala's threats.

"Aren't you afraid of death!?" Kamala gently pressed his finger on the trigger, and beads of sweat began to form on the soldier's forehead.

The guards all knew that whenever Kamala took out the gun and seemed to play with it, it was actually murderous.

The air seemed to condense, and everyone's attention was focused on that little trigger, which only sank a centimeter slightly, the Derlinger pistol 11. THE 8MM WARHEAD BLASTED TAYLOR'S HEAD TO SHREDS.

After nearly half a minute of stalemate, Kamala suddenly turned his gun and pulled the trigger on the local guide.

It is better to kill a local guide than a British soldier, the former being a local, and the latter being the bargaining chip.

A strange scene appeared at this time.

The gun didn't go off......

When Kamala turned his head to shoot at the guide, a strange pressure made him suddenly feel a little out of control, completely out of his control. The guide who had already knelt on the ground and closed his eyes and waited for death in the Ming Dynasty pulled the trigger, but the index finger seemed to be disconnected from the entire nerve center and completely became a body tissue that did not belong to him.

It's like waking up in the middle of the night, you open your eyes, only to find that you can't move any part of your body anyway, you can clearly see their presence in those hands, hands and feet, but the organs that usually obey the orders of the brain are completely ineffective.

Even if you scream and ask someone to help, but you don't even listen to your mouth, it remains closed, and its brain howls wildly in its nervous system and does not respond.

This strange feeling made Kamala feel as if he had fallen into another dimensional world, and everyone around him looked at the person, waiting for him to pull the trigger, but in the eyes of everyone, the murderous rebel commander was like a puppet who had been pointed, and although he stared at the guide in front of him with a fierce eye, he never made any movement.

The personal guards who followed Kamara all day long were even more confused, in normal times, at this moment, they could already smell the smell of blood bursting from the skull and see the steaming brain pulp spraying to the ground, but the general suddenly became a prop puppet for decoration on the stage, and he had maintained a strong and inward-flowing movement for more than a minute, no matter how he looked at it, it felt funny.

"General......" The leading officer in charge of the guard couldn't help but ask Kamala: "...... you"

"General? ……”

"General, what's wrong with you?"

Dense beads of sweat gradually oozed from Kamara's forehead, his muscles trembled slightly, his pupils dilated rapidly, and his expression was very painful, as if he had seen something terrifying.

The guard officer finally sensed that something was wrong, and followed Kamara's gaze, which fell on the rebel soldier behind the guide.

This person is not particularly tall, wearing a tattered jungle camouflage, and he does not seem to be a pure African, his face is painted with thick oil paint, and the most eye-catching thing is that this person actually has a pair of blue eyes, as if there are two clusters of blue flames beating in the pupils!

As soon as he made eye contact with this person, the guard officer suddenly felt as if his heart had been pierced by a hand, and he reached into his chest cavity to hold the beating heart fiercely, his breathing suddenly became short, and the whole person's thinking was suddenly emptied by a strange force, and his mind was blank!

His gaze immediately drifted, and he stood there as if he were sleepwalking, his expression identical to that of Kamala.