I’m really here to keep the peace

“Yes, Mobutu is a little ruthless!” As usual, Shepard got up and went to the restaurant, and after

a hearty breakfast, he sat in the corner of the restaurant while feeling the humid breeze before the rainy season coming out the window, while flipping through the recent newspaper, after all, there will be no mobile games and video websites, and reading has become Shepard’s usual hobby.

And while he leisurely read the newspaper reports about US President Nixon’s great advantage in Vietnam and the imminent victory, Plomri, who likes to go to Lubumbashi for an aperitif in the morning, hurried in.

“Martial law in Kinshasa!”

“Why?”

“Land, what else!”

Plom smiled with a mouthful of wine, and then said.

“The interior minister he just appointed robbed other people’s tribes of land and killed people, and then both sides set fire and killed several people, guess what Mobutu did after he found out?”

“He wiped out that tribe? Predictable!

“No, he wiped out the minister’s whole family and tribe, and the army directly slaughtered the village, and almost a thousand people died!” “It is not surprising

that he can come out of this, in Africa, human life is lower than grass, and where there is no order, it is not surprising how many people die!”

“This is strange, wasn’t Mobutu often praised as a benevolent prince before? Why is it suddenly transsexual?

“If you have a father, then don’t pretend!”

Shepard closed the newspaper, threw it on the table, then picked up the cool coffee on the side, took a sip, and immediately shouted into the kitchen at the other end of the restaurant.

“Emile, the coffee is cold!” Immediately, the

French mercenary cook, wearing a chef’s hat and a large apron, came over with a coffee pot and said while changing the coffee for Shepard.

“I’m a cook, why don’t you get a maid to do it?”

“Because I paid you a salary, and a tip, you saved ten years’ wages, definitely enough for you to go home and open a café!”

“It’s the same as saying that prices in France are not rising!”

After pouring them both hot coffee, Emil served another macaron and went back to the kitchen to get busy with his work.

And Shepard took a sip of coffee with sugar and milk, moistened his throat, and said to Plomri.

“Mobutu became the boss by betraying him in two coups, and it took five or six years to stabilize, and his industriousness and love for the people who did not show have long been driven down!”

“Then why isn’t he acting now?”

“Because he is now a reliable ally of the United States against the Soviet Union, and with that one, his position is more reliable than the Statue of Liberty!”

“Well, then the riot shouldn’t spread, right?”

“I don’t know, if something happens anyway, someone will be in a hurry!”

Perhaps it was Shepard’s crow’s mouth, in short, the riots caused by the embezzlement of property did not subside with the martial law in the capital, on the contrary, because Mobutu’s unruly relatives were spreading little by little in the DRC. After all, the

situation of scraping land everywhere is not isolated, on the contrary, it has become the norm in the Democratic Republic of the Congo, and officials at all levels appointed by Mobutu follow the president to learn and greed, so in Katanga province, such a strange picture appears.

It is clear that all kinds of construction machinery of foreign-funded enterprises are on the side, but the miners can only work with hammers, because the gasoline needed for construction machinery is sold out, and even after they mine minerals, the salaries they get are constantly being deducted for various reasons. In the past, miners worked hard for the white masters for a day, and

could go for a drink after work, eat a meal with enough meat to soothe the stomach and treat the body, but now, workers not only do not get paid for a day’s work, but even sometimes have to post upside down, bars have closed, because they can’t afford high taxes, food quality is also rapidly declining, the past can see that meat has now become a gruel and mush that can’t eat enough at all, not breaking out in silence, then perishing in silence. The

cornered miners who were forced to do the same thing at this moment as the tribes that were encroached on the land, and the master reversed!

Almost overnight, riots broke out in more than ten mining areas in Katanga, and miners, who were exploited to the point of being unbearable, held up their production tools and told the overseers who were full of poop and what the power of workers was.

As for what guard? It’s long gone, the officials don’t even bother to hand out the miners’ money, let alone the guards, and even if there are guards, the other party with a gun will definitely choose to do those guys who eat people and don’t do personnel. Soon the few police officers

began their own firefighting operations, but they also suffered from corruption, funds that should have been used to replace equipment were lost, and even police cars were taken by the chief to run for personal work, and the police officers with batons needed to run by themselves. And the police in the

past had no choice, although the miners did not have guns in their hands, but there were a lot of explosives for mining, the black uncles made their own slingshots, and the police blew up the fart, and had no choice, the so-called Minister of Industry from Kinshasa personally came to the garrison camp and asked Senario to show his loyalty to the country!

Senario was speechless to this minister, the mining areas where he rebelled and made trouble were all obtained by this guy from Mobutu, if it weren’t for his own misconduct, why would those miners rebel?

And the garrison did not have a good way, the guns in their hands were deadly, but the explosives in the hands of the miners could also kill people, and Senario let his men surround one of the most violent gold mines, trying to kill the monkeys first, but his men were resolutely counterattacked by the miners.

The soldiers with weapons tried to drive the miners out of the mine, but the explosives thrown were killed by dozens, the most unlucky guy was blown in two, the person was still alive, and even lying on the ground screaming and shouting for help to the people around him, such a miserable look and frightened a few unlucky eggs, and some people lay on the ground and vomited, and finally Senario went up with a pistol and gave the other party a shot to end the tragedy.

“These bastards!”

Senario’s face was livid, and he didn’t know if it was because his men were blown up or if he was arranged for such a task, but looking at the appearance of those unlucky eggs, he could only be glad that he was not in the front.

Looking at the wreckage of those who can’t even put together the complete corpses, the soldiers brought by Senario are not willing to go deep into the mine at all, let alone those policemen, what are you playing with a few hundred dollars in salary?

“We can’t solve this job!”

Cenario also didn’t want his people to die in vain.

“Or you ask the Americans for help!”