From arms dealer to king of war

Even though Qiao Jia had prepared himself mentally, he was still shocked by the scene inside when he walked into the thatched house.

That is to say, Boss Qiao feels that he understands the deeper meaning of the skin-peeling witchcraft used by these old monsters, and he understands that this thing is not actually fatal. Only in this way can he resist the bone-chilling chill that breaks out from deep inside. Otherwise, this room He couldn't stay a minute.

A living man without skin had his hands spread out and was nailed to the ground with large nails.

His body was twisting and turning like a fat red insect, and while he was wailing desperately, he kept shouting in Sango language for Dorian to kill him.

There was no pain, but the guy was so scared that he collapsed.

It seems that the vast majority of evil spirits in this world cannot accept their true colors, just like people cannot express their dark desires in their hearts.

The impact of this kind of scene on people is indescribable...

Qiao Jia looked into the guy's eyelidless eyes, and he could read the profound despair in them...

Looking at Dorian, who had entered a few minutes early, looking restless, and looking at the wet pants of the guy named Benjamin Fleck, Qiao Jia pulled out a dagger and put it on the unlucky man's chest, and then released took his right hand.

The unlucky guy who was skinned almost grabbed the dagger without hesitation and cut his own neck with all his strength.

The moment the aorta was severed, a large amount of blood spurted out and flowed along the ravine on the ground to Benjamin Fleck's feet.

This middle-aged white man who looked to be in his forties looked like a girl who had been cornered by Indian gangsters. She completely ignored the injuries on her legs and huddled up tightly, letting out a horrified roar...

"Don't be like this, I will tell you whatever you want to ask, let me go, let me go, I am just a part-time worker..."

Dorian set up his mobile phone, with the camera avoiding the horrific corpse, and then signaled to the boss that it was time to start...

Qiao Jia looked at Ayu as he was disposing of rubbish. He rolled up the body with a worn-out thatched mat, tied it up briefly, and then carried it out and placed it with the corpses of the villagers, adding to the pile of man-made evil. …

He squatted in front of Benjamin with a smile and said: "Hello Mr. Black, welcome to Afika...

I think we need to talk about what you are doing here, and I need you to give a complete and objective explanation of what you did, and then this confession will become evidence in court.

Never lie or shirk responsibility. We all know that you are actually just people doing things.

How many people you can pull into the water determines how you will be treated in the future.

In fact, I personally prefer to pluck out your skin and let you watch yourself being bitten by snakes and insects and die in despair.

But then I thought again, if you die, the people behind you might put all the blame on you and get away with it themselves...

This is unfair to you, to those who died, and to the world...

Am I right? "

When Benjamin heard that Boss Qiao actually seemed to want to talk about the law, he said tremblingly: "The confession you obtained in this way is illegal to bring to court."

Choga smiled nonchalantly and said: “This is an issue you have to discuss with the Central African and Congolese judges.

If you feel it is illegal, you can argue with the judge in court.

But before that, I need you to tell me everything you know...

I am a kind person and generally cannot bear to be rough with prisoners, but my guy is different. He has a hobby of collecting human tissue, and the kneecap is his favorite part..."

Dorian glanced at his boss in surprise, wondering when he had turned into a pervert...

Facing Benjamin's horrified gaze, Dorian smiled and pulled out a dagger and cut Benjamin's trouser legs, then marked his kneecaps with a carbon pen, and said with a ferocious expression: "I like those white and smooth ones." stuff..."

Dorian's acting skills were average, but Benjamin couldn't believe the atmosphere at the scene...

Looking at the tip of the knife sliding on his knee, Benjamin shrieked and shrank his legs and shouted: "I said, I said, I am a virus experimenter at the South African 'G·I·D' company..."

My mission this time is to spread a variant of the Zika virus in the Congo Basin, test the company's new drugs, and verify the effectiveness of the vaccine.

I was accompanied by a company action team of 16 people, and a group of locals to assist us.

We started the operation four months ago, using boats to release mosquitoes carrying the virus along the Congo River and along the Ubangi River.

It’s just that the Zika virus is not very powerful. In the early days, these indigenous people had no idea what was happening.

The virus was not discovered until it was introduced into Sangha Town.

I said it, and I did this..."

After hearing this, Qiao Jia shook his head and said: "This is not enough, I need more information...

Maybe having less things on me can remind me of something..."

After hearing this, Benjamin felt a pain in his knee. He looked at the skin scratched by Dorian and shouted in horror: "Wait, wait, let me think about it, let me think about it...

I once visited a place called Yamaco in the early days. The company's top management ordered the action team to enter a jungle to collect samples of hybrid coca.

But the action team tried many times without success, and several people died.

Later, there was no news from the company, but I knew that more mercenaries entered the jungle and they began to provide training to some anti-government armed forces.

We also provided them with new stimulants and asked them to organize larger guerrilla groups to raid the towns along the tributaries and attract the attention of the jungle guards.

But those jungle guards were too fierce, and our company's action team never found a chance to capture the hybrid coca.

After a while, the company gave up on hybrid coca for the time being and let us focus on experimenting with viruses. "

As he spoke, Benjamin looked at Boss Qiao, who was still not satisfied, and shouted in horror: "Sir, sir, I still know something...

Northern Congo is not their main battlefield, the south is!

Now many large companies have joined forces. They have hired more mercenaries to enter the Congo and sell weapons to the guerrillas. They want to cause Kabila to step down by causing riots and support a new person to come to power.

The targets of those people were North Kivu and South Kivu, and the leader was an Englishman...

Sir, sir, that's all I know, please, please don't hurt me..."

Qiao Jia pondered for a moment and said, "Do you have a buddy named David?"

When Benjamin heard this, his pupils shrank violently, and he nodded vigorously and said: "Yes, yes, David Carson, he is the person in charge of our experiment.

He is now in the nearby jungle. He is missing and our company's action team is looking for him. "

After hearing this, Qiao Jia nodded with a smile and said, "Then you are on the ship and want to respond to them, right?"

Benjamin nodded vigorously and said: "Yes, yes, 'Basakya' asked me to stay on the ship and wait for news. He said he would come and join me after finding David."

Qiao Jia touched his chin and said: "'Basakya', is this a name or a nickname?"

Benjamin already understood at this time that he would definitely not be able to run away. The only thing he wanted was to get rid of his current situation...

Looking at the curious Qiao Jia, Benjamin said decisively: "The code name, 'Basakya' means a highly poisonous dragon.

He used to be the captain of the 'G·I·D' action team, and was specifically responsible for the tasks of experimenting with viruses and collecting new virus samples. "

Qiao Jia pretended to be surprised and nodded, and said: "Wow, it seems like this is not the first time you have done this kind of thing. Tell me, where have you done similar things?"

Benjamin lowered his head and said: "Those of us in the laboratory are responsible for different projects, and we are not the only ones researching viruses.

But I know that our company tested a similar virus in West Africa 6 years ago, but the effect was not very good..."

After hearing this, Qiao Jia frowned and took out his mobile phone to check, and said with a sneer: "And the Ebola virus? I don't believe you haven't conducted research in this area..."

After hearing this, Benjamin shook his head and said: "Almost every virus research institution has samples of Ebola virus, and there are many research institutes engaged in research in this area.

The Ebola virus outbreak in West Africa in 2014 originated from an accident, but it had nothing to do with the G·I·D company, and it was not deliberately leaked by the virus research institute.

Because the fatality rate of Ebola is too high and the onset time is too short...

Without the discovery of a specific drug, Ebola will not be good for pharmaceutical companies' profits. "

After hearing this, Qiao Jia shook his head slightly...

The reason why pharmaceutical companies are not interested in Ebola virus is that the virus is too powerful...

There is no profit for a virus without an antidote. It makes sense that normal pharmaceutical companies would not touch this thing.

But why are so many people still studying it?

Qiao Jia didn't want to think about this kind of issue that had nothing to do with him. He just felt that when it came to the ability to commit suicide, those guys who were engaged in virus research must be at the forefront.

Looking at Benjamin, the prisoner, Qiao Jia stood up, drew his gun, loaded it with bullet ant ammunition, and shot him in the thigh. Then before the guy screamed, he said to Dorian: "Wait until he slows down. Later, ask him to explain the name and contact information of his boss, and why he can act here in the name of the Red Cross.

I need a few names to compare with TC’s investigation..."

As he spoke, Qiao Jia looked at Benjamin, who was holding his thighs and screaming miserably on the ground as if he had been burned by a soldering iron. He shook his head slightly and said, "You won't die. You have to stand in court and plead guilty.

The prison environment in Congo is good, I will arrange some infectious disease inmates for you, you will like them..."