"Can anyone tell me where David got the money to buy the helicopter?"

Inside the Presidential Palace in Lusaka, Chiluba roared and questioned.

But unfortunately, no one can answer his question.

Whether it was the Secretary of the Treasury or the Secretary of Defense, they all wanted to know where David got the money to buy the helicopter.

"Da da….."

The sound of gunfire came faintly.

Government forces and rebels in Chiluba have been fighting for a full week.

Although the government troops occupied favorable terrain, Chiluba's soldiers did not have the upper hand under the firepower of several military helicopters.

What annoyed Chiluba the most was that he had fired tens of millions of bullets, but not even a hundred enemies of the rebels were killed.

Every bullet is money.

But Chiluba couldn't do anything about it.

On a conventional battlefield, an average of 40,000 bullets can kill one person.

But that refers to elite troops who have undergone professional military training.

The government troops in Chiluba's hands are naturally incomparable to the elite troops among major powers.

With tens of millions of bullets, it is already very good to be able to kill dozens of people.

But heck it is.

David's rebels have several helicopters.

Under the suppression of aerial firepower, Chiluba's government forces suffered heavy losses.

That's not to mention, in addition to the helicopter fire suppression, David's rebels also have terrible gunmen.

In the exchange of fire in the last week, those snipers who can only shoot cold shots cost Chiluba's government forces hundreds of elites.

These elites are Chiluba's real power to rule Zambia.

After losing a lot of elites, Chiluba is not without gains.

He had found out that David had hired a large number of the Foreign Legion from somewhere to help him fight.

This is also what worries Chiluba the most.

Those foreign mercenaries are called war dingoes, and they can help anyone to fight as long as they are paid.

The most important thing is that those mercenaries have strong fighting qualities.

More than 90 percent of Chiluba's elite troops were shot and killed by those mercenaries.

Otherwise, with the anti-government forces organized by David, it would be impossible to hit Lusaka all the time.

"boom…."

Chiluba slapped the table hard.

Because of the force, the fat on his face also trembled.

Chiluba cursed.

"Damn David, this is our own war in Zambia, how can he hire mercenaries..."

"Boom..." A loud noise.

A howitzer suddenly exploded above the presidential palace building.

Under the huge impact, countless dust fell down.

After the dust settled, everyone who was participating in the meeting became disheartened.

This time, everyone couldn't sit still.

If it goes on like this, maybe the regime will be taken away by David's rebels.

"Mr. President, since David can hire mercenaries on his own, we can also ask for help. He didn't talk about principles first."

"Do you have any good ideas?"

"Didn't the Chinese people help us build the railway? We can ask the Chinese to help us win this war."

On the advice of the finance minister, Chiluba was furious.

He pointed at the Minister of Finance and cursed.

"You idiot, what do you think those Chinese people are good things, how could they really help us, they want to steal our wealth."

"Even if they want to steal our wealth, if we lose our dominance there's nothing left."

"Stop daydreaming. It is impossible for China to participate in our internal war. If China dares to help us, the Americans will help David. At that time, all of us will become cannon fodder."

"Then what should we do? If we continue to fight like this, if we lose, it will be completely over."

"Didn't David hire mercenaries? We can also hire mercenaries. Isn't that French mercenary training in our territory? We can ask them to help us."

"You mean the Darkwater International that helped Angola win the war a few months ago?"

"Yes, it's them. Since they can help Angola, if we give us money, they can help us. These wild dogs only recognize money and not people."

"..."

Three months ago, there were serious military riots in Angola.

In order to suppress the rebels, the Angolan government forces won the war internationally with the help of French mercenary organizations.

During that battle, a second-tier contractor under the mercenary organization rose to prominence.

Contractor is a title.

It refers to a mercenary organization that contracts a certain area or a certain task in the battlefield.

Essentially, they are still mercenaries.

Because it is close to the contracting and contracting in economic construction, it has this name.

Angola is a first-level contractor, and a mercenary organization that undertakes hiring tasks is a first-level contractor.

When the first-level contractor sends out the task, the next organization is the second-level contractor.

This contracting and outsourcing can be extended indefinitely.

Mercenaries are people too, and mercenaries have to support their families.

So generally speaking, when any contractor undertakes a task, the purpose is to make money.

But the weird thing is that there is a second-level contractor called Darkwater International under the first-level contractor, which doesn't seem to be making money at all.

The single-soldier device in this mercenary is simply more luxurious than the equipment of the American soldiers.

The equipment on each person adds up to almost more than 100,000 US dollars.

The price of a special night vision goggle is 20,000 US dollars, and the price of bulletproof vests and special operations uniforms has reached tens of thousands of US dollars.

The boots they wear are Magnum boots, but they cost nearly $2,000 a pair.

Coupled with all kinds of firearms, daggers, backpacks and other combat tools, it is simply a luxury warehouse that can move.

Even the world's top Barrett sniper rifle is equipped with dark water, and its price is ten thousand dollars.

Adding up the zero and zero, the individual equipment of Darkwater International is close to 100,000 US dollars. This figure is simply staggering.

Mercenaries risk their lives to fight, not to make money.

No mercenary unit has ever been equipped with such luxurious equipment.

Normally, a top-level mercenary organization can have tens of thousands of dollars in equipment.

Even the equipment of the U.S. Navy SEALs is nothing more than that.

But this Darkwater International is good. Every member of the team is equipped with luxurious and enviable equipment.

Fighting is a very expensive thing. After a small-scale battle, you have to destroy a lot of money.

With the commission brought by the second-tier contractor, it is hard to imagine how Darkwater International can make money.

However, value for money is not always empty talk.

What luxury equipment brings is terrifying combat power.

During the riots in Angola, in the area contracted by Darkwater International, the contracting task was completed in just one week.

On the other hand, Darkwater International only lost a dozen people.

The strength of several hundred people defeated the rebel army tenfold.

This terrifying combat power made this little-known secondary contractor rise like a comet.

Although not well-known internationally, Darkwater International has already gained a great reputation in the mercenary circles and military areas of East Africa.

After the political situation in Angola stabilized, Darkwater International entered Zambia for temporary repairs.

As a ruling party, Chiluba naturally knows this.

When Darkwater International entered the country, Chiluba immediately sent people to carry out strict monitoring.

However, Chiluba did not target Darkwater International.

Mercenaries have mercenary rules. If they are not hired, they will not take the initiative to attack a country's regime.

On the East African continent, a large number of mercenaries enter the country every year.

In hiring and being hired, unwritten rules have long been established.

What's more, the purpose of mercenaries is to make money, and when there is no conflict of interest, there will be no conflict with the local armed forces.

In a foreign hotel in Lusaka, the upper three floors were temporarily reserved by the international mercenary organization Darkwater International.

Here, is the place where Darkwater International temporarily settled down to cultivate.

In a temporary office, He Tianya was fixing his nails with a military dagger.

In just one year, He Tianya seemed to be a different person.

After running outside for a long time, his already slightly darkened complexion became even darker.

There was a long scar on his very ordinary face.

It was scratched out by a pebble sputtered by a rocket during the Angolan war.

Wearing only a vest, there are scars everywhere.

One of the circular scars was deeply imprinted on the right side of the back.

It was left by a rifle bullet.

In the war, the most able to make a real man grow up.

Those sturdy muscles covered with scars made He Tianya look wilder than before.

His eyes were as sharp as a blade, and he had an indescribable aura.

However, now He Tianya is not as fierce and violent as usual.

As he leaned back in his chair and cut his nails with a military dagger, he was talking with a satellite phone tucked between his neck and a step.

A faint smile occasionally appeared on that scarred face.

In his eyes, it was also very different from the usual coldness, and a warm smile flashed from time to time.

"Brunettes are as good as black girls. You idiot knows a fart. That ass, tsk tsk...both fat and bouncy..."

"Cover? Of course I have to bring it. I'm not a stallion. The descendants of the old He family belong to the country of China. How can we just sow seeds into this black ball-like place."

"Haha...I tell you, two, two black girls, I can deal with them. Last night, the two black girls were crying and begging me to let them go, even if they were willing to give up the money."

"..."

"I guess they will come to me soon. If they don't come, I will throw another howitzer on their heads."

"Well, it's all under my control now..."

"Bang...", there was a knock on the door.

After that, He Tianya's guard Wu Dalong walked in.

"Captain, Chiluba has sent someone here."

He Tianya waved to Wu Dalong, indicating that he knew.

After Wu Dalong went out, he continued on the phone.

"Say that Cao Cao and Cao Cao will arrive, those guys can't sit still anymore..."

"Two thousand dollars? I think two million is too much."

"I'm black? I didn't learn black from you."

"Then why don't you kill David by the way? That idiot is helpless."

"Okay, I know, the whole big man is boring, are you bothered?"

"Okay, I understand what you mean~lightnovelpub.net~ Don't worry, I'm going out to meet the Chiluba people now."

Then there was a long silence.

He Tianya held the phone and didn't hang up, but he didn't make a sound, and the other end of the phone didn't make a sound.

I don't know how long it took, when a low voice suddenly came out of the phone.

"Come back alive..."

Only four words, a very short sentence.

But this short sentence made He Tianya seem very impatient, he scolded and hung up the phone.

However, after hanging up the phone, He Tianya suddenly smiled.

He cursed in a low voice.

"This guy is really becoming less and less like a man. It's really annoying to be twitchy."

Just scolding and scolding, the smile on He Tianya's face became more and more obvious.