Rebirth of India: Superior

"Kabaeva, help Aishwarya into the hotel, don't stay outside..."

Seeing Mustafina take action, Shakru quickly stopped Kabaeva's actions. This damn city deserves to be called a sin city. People can be robbed at the entrance of the hotel. Kabaeva opened her suitcase here. , maybe it will attract another group of robbers.

Mustafina had already run to the black boy's side, bent down and pulled out a knife from the boy's leg, followed by another scream.

"**, is this waiter stupid?"

Shakru glanced at the waiter at the door of the hotel. The black man actually turned a blind eye to what happened just now. He was trying to help Kabaeva carry her suitcase, but Kabaeva grabbed her. It was pushed away. Who knows where this person will take the box?

Shakru sighed softly. He knew that public security in South Africa was not good, but he did not expect it to be so chaotic. Even at the entrance of the hotel, the safety of guests could not be guaranteed.

"Boss, what should I do with this guy?" By the time Shakru arrived at Mustafina's place, Mustafina had already subdued the black boy. She had stabbed the boy in the thigh with her knife just now, and now They had torn off the boy's clothes and bandaged him briefly to stop the bleeding.

However, the black boy's hands and feet were also tied up by Mustafina. The little boy kept yelling and cursing in patois, with a rebellious look on his face.

"Forget it, let him go..." Shakru looked at the child carefully, who was about thirteen or fourteen years old. There was still a trace of childishness on his face. When he opened his mouth to curse, he revealed a white mouth. teeth. However, the boy's face would show a look of pain from time to time. It was obvious that Mustafina's knife caused the little guy to suffer a lot.

Seeing the boy's eyes full of hatred, Shakru sighed, took out his wallet from his trouser pocket, took out a dozen US dollars with one hundred denominations, squatted down, and stuffed them into the little boy's tattered clothes. , said in English: "Don't rob anymore, and be a good person."

"Mustafina, let him go, let's go..." Shakru shook his head, pulled Mustafina, who was still a little aggrieved, and said, "What are you talking about with a child?" ah?"

Shakru feels that Mustafina's reaction is a bit excessive. This is not in his own country. If someone is injured and taken away by the police, the embassy may have to come forward to solve the problem. Shakru does not want to cause such trouble. .

"Child?" Mustafina sneered and said, "Boss, in a place like Africa, never do such a thing in the future, otherwise you will be remembered. African children are sometimes better than adults. What’s even more terrifying is that one of my instructors was stabbed while on a special mission in Africa because she rescued a child whose leg was broken by a landmine. If she hadn’t been lucky, she would have died!”

After listening to Mustafina's story, Shakru suddenly remembered a documentary he had seen in his previous life, which was about African child soldiers, which was extremely cruel.

According to the above, in the armies of African countries such as Congo, Uganda, and Liberia, all captured children are regularly injected with or other drugs that make people crazy. Those who refuse will be killed immediately. Most girls will be raped before taking the medicine. In 2004, there were approximately 130,000 girl scouts across Africa who were reduced to slavery.

The atrocities committed by these drug-addled teenagers were horrific, including cutting open the abdomens of pregnant women with bayonets. In order to seek credit and rewards, these "boy scouts" killed innocent people, young and old, and cut off their hands, feet, and heads as sacrifices to their leader. The child soldiers raped girls, often raping them first and then killing them. They also castrated the genitals of government policemen and tried every trick to kill them.

In the eyes of these child soldiers, there is no distinction between good and evil. They only worship and obey their leaders or chiefs, because from these people, they can get the drugs to control them. In order to train the boy scouts' violent tendencies, they are sometimes asked to kill their parents, friends and drink their blood.

During the ten-year civil war in Sierra Leone, the rebel leaders forcibly recruited nearly 10,000 child soldiers aged 9 to 15. These child soldiers were armed with AK47 rifles that had been eliminated from Asia, wore camouflage uniforms, smoked, drank and played with women like adults.

After the civil war, these surviving child soldiers no longer knew how to survive apart from war and killing. Many people died of drugs, and more people devoted themselves to countries still in war, continuing to kill and kill. crazy.

Of course Mustafina knew these things that Shakru knew better. South Africa was not far from those war-torn countries, so Mustafina was very vigilant. Who knows if this black boy came from other countries? The child soldiers that the country fled to South Africa?

"Sir, thank you." Just when Shakru and Mustafina were thinking wildly, a boy's voice suddenly came from behind, with a slight whimper. Shakru was stunned for a moment, waved his hand and said: " Let's go, don't do this again..." The black boy stood up, bowed deeply to Shakru, and then limped into the darkness.

"How is it? As long as you are a human being, you still know what is good and what is good..." Shakru patted Mustafina on the shoulder and walked into the magnificently decorated hotel lobby.

However, Shakru's mood, which had improved a little, was completely ruined after entering the hotel. Because as soon as he walked into the hotel lobby, he found Kabaeva arguing with the waiter who had just stood by the door, and Aishwarya's face was also full of indignation.

"Boss, this guy still has the nerve to ask for a tip? He didn't care about us being robbed. He didn't ask him to carry the box just now, but he insisted that he served us and must collect a tip..."

"Get lost"

Before Shakru could speak, Mustafina on the side couldn't suppress her anger. She stepped forward and pushed the tall waiter aside, saying in English: "If you don't want to die, stay away from us..." Mustafina, who always seemed lazy, was murderous at this moment, with a cold light in her eyes, and the black waiter retreated again and again.

ps: Some book friends said in the book review area that I changed the internal fan group from reward entry to full subscription entry, which was not friendly enough to friends who had joined the group before. Let me explain here that although I bought a QQ membership and expanded the group to thousands of people, it was almost full a while ago. In order to make room, I had to clear out some people. Then naturally I have to keep the friends who have always subscribed to and supported me. There is nothing wrong with this, right?