Foday. Kamara sat in a makeshift tent, sipping a Havana cigar and playing with a Derringer pistol on the table. This branch was produced in 1854 year 11. VERY FEW 8MM FRONT-LOADING FIRING SINGLE-BARRELED PISTOLS SURVIVE IN GOOD CONDITION.

The wooden-handled butt with black stripes on a red background, the rifled barrel made of wrought iron, and the brass insert under the muzzle all show the purest blood.

The gun was a gift from a British diamond dealer to curry favor with Sankoh, who then passed it on as a gift to his younger brother Camara, who was fond of antique guns.

"General, Sancho has been found!" A rebel officer hurried into the tent, sweat on his forehead.

"Found it?" The white flannel in Camara's hand stopped on the barrel of the Derlinger pistol, and raised his eyebrows: "Where did you find it?" ”

One of the outpost companies sent had not been heard from for most of the day, and all means of communication could not be contacted, and Kamara had thought that these men had defected or had already surrendered to the government forces, and it was not the first time that the situation had taken a turn for the worse with the recent arrest of his brother Sankoh.

"Lift it up!" With a wave of the officer's hand, several tall soldiers walked in with a pair of stretchers and handed it down.

A strong smell of blood came to his face, and Kamara swept his eyes to see a "corpse" on the stretcher.

To be precise, this can no longer be regarded as a corpse, at most it can only be regarded as a skeleton with some remaining flesh and skin on it.

Although Kamara has never been a good man and a woman, this mushy thing still made him very unappetizing, and his stomach turned upside down, and he covered his nose with the flannel cloth that wiped the gun.

"Are you sure it's Sancho?"

"Commander, I'm sure it's Sancho's body......" The officer walked over to the table and placed a deck of dog tags on the table.

The tag was stained with blood, and had congealed into hideous black-and-red lumps due to time, but the words on it were still clearly visible with Sancho's spelling.

The rebels do not have dog tags, which Sancho used when he served in the Nigerian Special Forces and which he has kept since his retirement.

"How did he become like this? Like being gnawed by a wild beast? Where did you find him? Kamala didn't want to look at the corpse, which looked like it had been gnawed by dozens of hyenas.

"The body was found in the village of Tovama, tied to a pillar, and we found several blunt knives next to the body, like those used by local villagers. It can be seen that he was stabbed...... A knife cut off the flesh on his body...... And with a very blunt knife......"

Kamara's two gray eyebrows couldn't help but tremble, "What about the others?" ”

"All dead...... officer hesitated, but had to tell his commander the terrible news.

Like a cat with its tail stepped on, Kamala jumped up almost from behind the table, "All dead!?" 98 people, not a single one alive? ”

The officer hung his head and told his commander in silence that this was a cruel truth.

After a few moments, Kamala slumped back into his chair, breathing heavily, visibly shocked. Although people were dying every day, it was an outpost company of the elite unit "Skeleton Regiment" that was sent out, and there was not a single living mouth left.

Annihilated!

Kamala could not accept this reality in any way.

"Do you know who did it?" He asked with a grimace.

The officer snorted, and only after a long time did he say: "I don't know ......"

"Didn't catch a single villager to ask? Just by writing the villager with a broken wood knife, do you think you can kill a reorganized outpost company?! ”

"Everyone ran out, and when we arrived, there was no one in the village ......"

"Didn't find any other leads?"

"No ......"

Phew-

Shots rang out, and the rebel officer received a shot in the neck, 11. THE 8MM BULLET SLASHED OFF HALF OF HIS NECK, WHICH MADE HIM FALL IN A STRANGE POSITION, AND HIS HEAD TILTED TO THE SIDE.

"I don't know anything, what's the use of me raising you!" Brandishing the still smoking Derringer pistol, Camara stamped his feet like a madman and barked like a mad dog.

"You-" he pointed to the other officers in the tent, "Does anyone know who did this!?" ”

The faces of the others turned white with fright, and seeing that Kamara was furious, an officer said cautiously: "I guess it's the ghost team, they are nearby, except for them, no one has the ability to wipe out the entire company at once." ”

"It's the ghost team again! I'm going to tear them to pieces! You-" Kamala roared frantically, "You say, don't you? ”

"Yes, yes, yes!" The subordinates nodded wildly like a flock of frightened goosees.

He couldn't contain his emotions a little, so he quickly sat down, opened a small silver box, picked out a coca/ine the size of a fingernail from it, put it under his nostrils, and sucked it clean.

"Oh-" He half-closed his eyes in intoxication, and the central nervous system, which had been strongly stimulated by the drug, finally calmed down, and his emotions began to settle down.

"Hurry up and two people, drag the corpses out ......for me and throw them away," he lazily glanced at the two mutilated corpses on the ground, frowned and waved his hand, and said in a disgusted tone: "I don't like bloody ...... the most"

As he spoke, he opened the chamber of Dellinger's gun and unloaded the cartridge casings.

"General!" One of his subordinates ran in from outside the tent and passed by the two corpses that had been carried out, apparently startled by the horror of the situation, and forgot to speak.

"Jonathan, what's the matter?" Loaded with new bullets, Kamala toyed with his pistol and glanced at the bewildered officer.

Looking at the officer whose neck was blown off, Jonathan swallowed a mouthful of saliva, feeling a little chill in his neck.

"Got the British...... The Japanese kept their promise, they gave us accurate information, and they helped us surround the damn British. ”

"Good!" Kamala finally had a good face, and this was the first good news he heard today, "Where are all the people?" ”

"It's all locked up in the storeroom, guarded." Seeing that Kamara was in a good mood, Jonathan's heart finally fell to the ground.

"Bring them here, I'm going to interrogate them personally, and inform the reporters that it's best to find reporters from the Western media, and say that I'm going to give an exclusive interview, and the British prisoners, and ask them if they're interested."

Jonathan said, "Okay, but now there are only eight people back, and three are on the last truck, which is estimated to have broken down outside the camp, and I have sent someone to see it." ”

Kamala touched his chin and thought for a while, then suddenly waved his hand and said to his subordinates: "Okay, you all go out first, and when the three captives are together, bring them over and I will see them for myself." ”

When everyone was out of the tent, Kamala picked up a satellite phone from the desk drawer, plugged in the crypto card, and dialed the number.

"Mr. Abe, thank you very much for your gift, I will carry out what you want me to do, please rest assured."