Spark

North Darfur.

During this period of time, Liu Guangyu lived more comfortably than ever before.

Live in an upgraded suite, eat the same high-end meals as Khalifa, and even have a special person in charge of daily life.

He looked less like a war correspondent than a guest of honor on vacation.

It was only in the past few days that he realized for the first time that in the barren land of Darfur, it is possible to eat sashimi from the island country and wagyu from Australia.

Sure enough, the pain of war only belongs to the people at the bottom. These high-ranking rulers don't feel how sad life is.

Even, the exciting battlefield will make them enjoy it

Liu Guangyu shook his head, drank the last sip of coffee in the cup, and began to prepare for the routine daily call time with China.

This is an important way to ensure his safety, and it is also the only way for him to report the situation in Darfur to the country.

——

Otherwise, could the so-called "weather balloon" really allow him to sit back and relax in this war zone with no rules at all?

But stop joking.

What really played a role was the power, power and rules represented by the forces behind the phone call.

"My man is with you. If something happens to him, I will settle the score with you."

This is the real subtext behind this phone call.

Liu Guangyu wrote like a fly, and recorded all the clues he had collected recently on paper.

Afterwards, he walked out the door refreshed, intending to go to the office of the communication center to make this simple but significant call.

However, as soon as he walked out the door, he felt something was wrong with the atmosphere.

The guard at the gate had changed at some point, and the familiar face was gone, replaced by a bodyguard who had been with Khalifa for a long time and whom he had met once or twice.

Moreover, the bodyguard obviously didn't want him to recognize him.

The heavy hat almost blocked his face. If it wasn't for Liu Guangyu's innate talent, he might have been regarded as an ordinary soldier on duty.

Liu Guangyu was a little puzzled. He stopped, pretending that he was just going out to get some fresh air, and after a few random steps, he turned back to the room.

The door was gently closed, and Liu Guangyu stood behind the door, observing the situation outside through a small gap.

But after seeing this, his heart gradually cooled down.

Something is wrong.

Something is wrong!

Not only did the guards change, but there were also a lot of things inexplicably added to the outside of this independent house.

Trucks covered with desert camouflage, wooden boxes piled up messily on the ground, weapons scattered all over the place

What are you doing?

Isn't this the camp of senior officers of the Revolutionary Front Command?

How did these weapons and equipment come here?

You must know that the functionality of this base is extremely complete. It has its own independent arsenal and loading and unloading area. No matter how tense the situation is and how limited the space is, it is impossible to invade the territory of these "superior people". Use it for storage.

For a while, Liu Guangyu was a little puzzled.

He vaguely felt that he should have fallen into some kind of trap.

But what form this trap will take, he has no idea.

what to do?

According to the normal way of thinking, what he should do now is to get through the phone call with the country as soon as possible and report his situation to the country in order to obtain further asylum.

But his intuition from years of experience on the battlefield told him that things were definitely not that simple.

It is even more likely that once he walks out of this room, he will immediately fall into irreversible danger.

At that time, no matter whether you directly "clean up" yourself, or find a reason to imprison yourself, the result will be the same.

no.

They must not be allowed to succeed.

Liu Guangyu stepped back silently and returned to the previous dining table.

Afterwards, he carefully checked the facilities in the room, and after confirming that there were no changes compared with the previous two days, he stepped on the stairs deliberately and vigorously, pretending to rest on the second floor.

Immediately afterwards, he returned to the first floor and began to observe the rear of the house through the gap in the curtains.

There was a larger clearing there, but nothing was piled on it.

this is so abnormal

Liu Guangyu's gaze swept across slowly, not daring to miss any clues.

And at this moment, he saw a familiar figure appearing beside the low wall behind him.

Khalifa.

He was obviously communicating with someone, but that person was hidden behind a low wall, completely invisible from his own angle.

Judging from Khalifa's expression, he seemed a little anxious, but from his body movements, he revealed a trace of determination.

Could it be that he wants to deal with himself here?

Liu Guangyu secretly clenched his fists.

This is not some kind of persecution paranoia.

During the dozens of days he spent with the Revolutionary Front armed forces, he had already figured out the nature of these people.

On the surface, they are an organized "resistance army", but in fact, they are no different from the bandit warlords that are rampant everywhere on the African continent.

For a little profit, they will not hesitate to sacrifice a few, or even dozens of lives.

And if there are greater interests in front of them, they will make many incomprehensible crazy moves.

Is it crazy to kill yourself?

Maybe count.

After all, China's anger is definitely not something that ordinary countries can bear.

but.

What if someone offered a higher price?

What if this price is enough to make up for the losses caused by China's revenge?

It's very possible.

Liu Guangyu knew very well that although he was just an ordinary war reporter, after being involved in this big dispute due to various chances and coincidences, he became a banner standing here.

As long as I am alive, as long as I am still in Darfur, the conflict between the Sudanese official and the Revolutionary Front will not escalate.

The reason is very simple, or that sentence.

"We're watching you".

But what if his flag falls down?

That also means that the Revolutionary Front has finally completely torn skin with Huaxia.

It means that they will no longer scruple about China's "observation" and insist on starting a high-intensity, endless war.

Thinking of this, Liu Guangyu was startled.

Something big happened.

No, the big event does not refer to the danger that you will face, but refers to the fact that the Revolutionary Front organization is about to face the crisis of splitting!

Yes, although Hamidi is crazy, he is a man with ideals.

He also counted on securing the position of ruler with the support of various major powers after the capture of Khartoum.

In this case, it is absolutely impossible for him to do such a quick success.

The only person who is likely to strike is Khalifa, the de facto second-in-command.

And now, he was standing outside his door.

Like a wolf, quietly waiting for its prey.

How can I survive?

Liu Guangyu withdrew his gaze and looked at the various facilities in the room.

There are not many things that can be used, but it can be delayed for some time

At the same time, on the side of the low wall, Khalifa was waving his arms and arguing with the adjutant opposite.

".I said, this action is my own decision and has nothing to do with Hamidi!"

"You are my adjutant, you should obey my orders, not that old stubborn old man!"

"What does he know? He only knows peace talks, peace talks!"

"How many times? Each time, he thought he could negotiate a seat and get into Khartoum without a problem."

"But in reality? He messed up every negotiation, and in the end, don't we need to use force to resolve it?"

"Now, the opportunity is in front of us."

"As long as we kill this nasty reporter, we can take down those weapons and make our strength stronger than ever!"

"Hassan, tell yourself, isn't such a result what you want?"

Adjutant Hassan looked at Khalifa solemnly, but did not answer immediately.

After hesitating for a long time, he opened his mouth and said:

"Khalifa, I know what happened in the market last time made you very angry, but you can't let the anger go to your head."

"He's not just a reporter, he's a representative."

"You have to think clearly, the power behind him is not at the same level as it was a few years ago."

"Their technology is getting more and more advanced, and their military strength is getting stronger day by day."

"Fight against such a big country, have you really thought about it?"

"If you don't fight against them, we will fight against the other side. You choose one!"

Khalifa said angrily.

"...But we're not in that dilemma, are we?"

"One day it will -- we can't wait until that time actually comes, it's too late."

"Now, stop talking nonsense to me, go up and knock on his door, and take him out into the clearing."

"Then, get someone to go and introduce him to the gear, put the grenade in his hand, and that's all you need to do."

Khalifa's tone was unquestionable, and Hassan could only sigh.

He opened his mouth and answered:

"Got it, I'll do it."

"But if he is not fooled, what shall we do?"

"Then kill him and put the grenade in his hand."

"Anyway, all the equipment there is going to be blown up—only if he caused serious consequences, we have a reason to communicate with Hamidi."

".You are quite thoughtful."

Hearing what Hassan said, Khalifa smiled confidently and replied:

"I must have thought more thoughtfully than Hamidi."

A few minutes later, Hassan knocked on Liu Guangyu's door as planned.

"Mr. Liu, it's me, Hassan."

"The door is open, please come in!"

Liu Guangyu replied in the room.

Hassan pushed the door open carefully and entered.

As a professional soldier, he habitually paused at the door for a moment, checking the back of the door and the blind spot before he stepped in.

And at this moment, Liu Guangyu came down from the stairs.

"General Hassan, long time no see."

"Yeah, long time no see."

Hassan replied with a smile on his face.

"General Khalifa asked me to come to you and said that I have something to discuss with you. Is it convenient for you now?"

"Of course it's convenient."

Liu Guangyu walked up to Hassan, and asked in a casual tone as if greeting:

"General Hassan, did the mission go well this time? I heard you also went to the South Darfur region?"

"That's true. The mission went smoothly, but we also lost a lot of soldiers."

"That's really a pity. They are all brave children—I have a good relationship with the children here. The wooden carving on the table was given to me by Mohammed."

As he spoke, he casually pointed to his left side, and Hassan's gaze followed suit.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred!

Liu Guangyu raised a handful of powdered washing powder from his tightly held hand, while he bent down, grabbed the sharpened table knife from the cabinet on the right, and threw himself at Hassan. !

Even if the reaction was far beyond ordinary people, Hassan was caught off guard.

Before the tingling sensation in front of his eyes dissipated, the huge impact had already crushed him to the ground.

At the same time, there was a cold touch on his neck.

——

After the cold, there was a faint tingling and numbness.

His own neck was cut open.

Hassan fell into an ice cave, he didn't know how badly he was injured, he only heard Liu Guangyu whispering in his ear:

"do not move!"

"Now, whatever you want, I'm going to speak to Hamidi."

"Otherwise, we will die together."

"You may be afraid of death, but I can tell you that I am not"

Liu Guangyu's tone was calm and cold. At this moment, he didn't look like a reporter, but like a soldier who had experienced many battles.

Hassan understood that the words he said were definitely not ordinary threats.

"I can't contact him, I don't carry any communication equipment, you put the knife away first, my neck."

"Your neck is fine! Get up!"

Liu Guangyu frowned, he walked around Hassan's back, but the blade didn't leave an inch.

The blood has gradually soaked Hassan's clothes. He pushed Hassan towards the door, intending to take him as a hostage to find the slim chance of survival, but before he stepped out of the door, a bullet came from nowhere. , crushing Hassan's head.

The red-white warm liquid and rough powder splashed onto Liu Guangyu's face, and he almost subconsciously fell backwards, avoiding the first wave of barrages that continued to chase after him.

There was a loud gunshot, and Liu Guangyu pushed down the square marble table as a cover, and lay down on the ground in the middle of the living room. The ricochet had already hit his calf, but he didn't dare to move at all.

This is the end.

They really came to silence.

Moreover, they don't even plan to leave any room.

Amidst the gunpowder smoke and dust, Liu Guangyu raised his head reluctantly, and saw a scene that frightened him through the almost shattered wall:

A Revolutionary Front soldier held up the RPG in his direction.

Liu Guangyu closed his eyes.

At this moment, the only thing he regrets is that he didn't gamble and sent the information first.

However, after a few seconds, the expected explosion did not sound.

Instead, there was more intense gunfire.

——

However, the number of bullets falling in the room suddenly decreased.

He raised his head and looked out the door again, only to find that the militants who had been shooting at him had all turned their guns back.

Hamidi's people are coming!

The battle between Hamidi's direct army and Khalifa's "rebels" lasted less than ten minutes.

Under the suppression of powerful firepower, the rebels who were not prepared for large-scale battles were powerless to resist.

After the ceasefire, Liu Guangyu forced himself to stand up.

On the other side of him, the largest warlord in Africa rushed over with a look of horror.

"Liu! Are you okay?!"

"It's not me, it's really not me!"

"Liu, tell them, I really don't know!"

Liu Guangyu looked at Hamidi inexplicably, for a moment he couldn't understand why the other party panicked to such an extent.

——

It wasn't until half an hour later, through the routine phone call, that he learned the news that made Hamidi lose his composure as a "general":

Just a minute after he was attacked, a ghostly drone flew over Hamidi's head.