I Really Didn’t Want To Make A Lot Of Money

Paris France.

Charles and Margaret worked with a pharmaceutical company to develop a vaccine for filovirus. Because of the research foundation of the previous ten years, it has entered the third phase of human trials. At the same time, there is also a special medicine for Marburg virus.

After returning to France, the work went smoothly and the couple led a regular life. According to Dr. Marguerite, the couple was "in the best state of life."

However, today they are flying to the Democratic Republic of Congo, which is about to block the border.

Chen Ling needs them to sit in Kinshasa.

Bill had returned to Algeria and was responsible for the operation of Longli Company for François. He is very happy these days, because the new girlfriend is a strong-smelling mixed-race girl, in Bill’s words, it’s tough enough.

However, today he had to bid farewell to Wenrou Township and fly to the Democratic Republic of Congo, which is about to close its border.

Chen Ling needs him to be in Kinshasa, responsible for the supply of weapons and equipment, and to ensure the safety of Shire's medical team.

Mr. Xu, who is far away in Dubai, received an order from Chen Ling, requesting a comprehensive inspection of all employees of MOIN Company. No one is allowed to enter the Democratic Republic of Congo without Chen Ling's permission. Employees already in the Democratic Republic of the Congo are immediately evacuated.

Chen Ling also asked Mr. Xu to establish an emergency response mechanism, on the grounds that the outbreak of infectious diseases in Africa one after another, and the medical conditions are too poor, when the employees of MOIN company encounter life-threatening diseases, they must be able to get help in time.

In Chen Ling's words, "MOIN company can send a person to any place in Africa, and must ensure that this person comes back intact".

Chen Ling was a little worried about Molly.

Molly did not disclose the secret operation of MI6.

However, Chen Ling believes that Molly and her team are likely to have entered the Democratic Republic of Congo.

No matter how talented an agent is, he is always a mortal, unable to withstand the Ebola virus.

But after Molly left Luau, it was like a mud cow entering the sea. There was no movement. Chen Ling could not contact her. There was nothing to do except worry secretly.

After three days of preparation, the rescue team led by Chen Ling took a government plane and landed in the capital of Equateur Province, and then moved into the epidemic area by car.

Six elites from Longli Company, two doctors accompanying the team, and two guides provided by the government army entered the village where the Pan-African Medical Team was working before the disappearance of the Pan-African Medical Team in the dark.

The world without electricity is completely dark, with flickering lights shining from a few crooked and simple houses.

"The contact person for the rebels is still here," a guide introduced. In the eyes of government officials, all militants are rebels.

Government forces and the rebels stopped and stopped, and sometimes the government forces cooperated with a group of rebels to deal with the other rebels.

The relationship between the parties is so complicated, and the liaison has become a very important role. When dealing with government forces, it is a fat man to act as a liaison.

The liaison officers who stayed in the village were used by the rebels to communicate with the government.

The requirements of this rebel army are simple, either give money or give guns.

I asked for a lot of money, and I asked for a lot of guns. The government troops couldn't afford it, and they were unwilling to give it.

In the past, when similar situations occurred, government forces all claimed that "unidentified militants have kidnapped XX, and no one party has claimed responsibility for this."

The rebels are very depressed every time they see this news, and feel very sad. No one is willing to work in vain.

Therefore, in the Democratic Republic of Congo, kidnapping is a business with a low probability of success. The rebels went from random kidnapping at the beginning to carefully selected targets and then carried out kidnapping.

The team sent by Pan-African Medical is a very good kidnapping target. International organizations sent teams to fight the epidemic. If the Democratic Republic of Congo government does not protect them, who would send them?

The rebels think so, Pan-African Medical thinks so, and the WHO is advocating the great efforts of the Congolese Government to protect the medical team.

However, the reality is so cruel.

"We don't have money, and we don't have extra weapons for the rebels." This is what the provincial military chief said after Chen Ling arrived in the capital of Equateur Province.

"We don't have any extra soldiers either. Everyone is busy sealing off the epidemic area. The only thing we can do is to send you two guides." said the military chief.

However, that's not the case in Kinshasa. Therefore, the two doctors accompanying the team had to withdraw on the spot and return to Kinshasa.

Chen Ling understood them, but did not accept their request to withdraw.

"Your only choice is to follow me." Chen Ling's voice fell, and the two doctors were caught from both sides and sent to the car.

The contact person of the rebels was a strong man, who was gnawing at his bones by the light of an oil lamp.

The glowing oil lamp is like a bean, projecting the contact person biting the bone on the wall, like a beast biting its prey.

Facing the sudden rescue team, the contact person just raised his eyes and continued to gnaw his bones.

"Bring something?" he asked vaguely.

A guide said: "I have brought it. Where are the people?"

"Look at things first, then people." After staying in this village for a few days, the contact person finally heard the good news, put down the bones in his hand, and happily extended his hand towards the guide.

The guide looked at the contact person strangely and asked, "You are alone and can't hold it."

"Is it a weapon?" The contact person was happier.

The rebels lack food or clothing, but they lack weapons. The Democratic Republic of Congo government is recognized by all countries in the world, and it is difficult for the rebels in the government to buy weapons in an open manner, even if it is rich.

The rebels get their weapons mainly from the arms smugglers, and some from the forces that support them behind them.

The guide shook his head, pointed at a person wearing a mask next to him, and said, "You ask him, he is the person in charge."

The contact person noticed that except for the two guides, everyone else was wearing masks.

"Which unit are you from? I have never heard of a team wearing masks before." The contact person was very curious.

Chen Ling was speechless. Why are these so big-hearted, are you not afraid of Ebola virus infection?

"We are not government troops, we are mercenaries." François stepped forward and pointed his gun at the contact person. "This is the weapon we sent. What can you change for it."

The contact person turned a blind eye to the gunpoint and said: "If you have money for mercenaries, but don't have money to redeem the medical team, I think this government is going to end."

He actually ridiculed the government.

François has a revolver in his hand and has opened the insurance.

"Friend, I only have one bullet in this gun." François said, "I will aim at you and shoot, and then aim at the bone you gnawed, so that you can take turns knowing that the bullet was shot. If In the end you are alive, this gun belongs to you."

The contact person smiled and said, "Don't play this kind of game with me. If you don't bring anything, don't waste your time, just get out. Government troops can't, nor mercenaries."

With a click, François pulled the trigger and it was empty.

The contact person shook his head contemptuously, "I've only seen this kind of game in movies. Have you watched too many movies as a mercenary?"

boom!

François aimed the gun at the bone and squeezed it a second time. The bone was hit by a bullet and exploded on the spot.

"Fuck, there are bullets?" The contact person's face was not good.

He immediately smiled again: "One bullet, it's over. You get out!"

François did not say a word, turned on the revolver, and filled in another bullet: "Let's do it again."

"You foreigners, don't you talk about the rules?" The contact person's voice was deformed.

The guide smiled and said, "They are mercenaries, they only talk about prices, not rules."

With a click, François pulled the trigger at the contact, but it was still empty.

"You have good luck." François smiled. "I hope you have better luck so that we can have more fun."

The contact person was about to collapse, and shouted: "I'm not playing!"

François looked around, not knowing what to aim at, "The bones have been broken, what else can you play with?"

"I don't play! It's useless if you kill me, my brothers won't hand them over to you!" The contact person stood barely, still struggling.

François pointed a pistol at the bench made by the contact person and said: "It's not that I want to kill you, it's you who compare luck with the bones and the bench. If you die, you can only blame you for bad luck."

He pulled the trigger again, this time it was empty,

So the gun was pointed at the contact person, no more than a few centimeters from his forehead.

"No more..."

Facing the black hole's muzzle, the contact person felt the residual temperature on the muzzle, and finally couldn't hold it.

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