The Rebirth of the Financial Hegemon

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

In the presidential palace in Lusaka, Chiluba roared with questions.

Unfortunately, no one could answer his question.

Whether it is the Minister of Finance or the Minister of Defense, they all want to know where David got the money to buy the helicopter.

"Da da….."

The sound of gunfire came faintly.

Government troops and rebels in Chiluba have been fighting for a whole week.

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

What annoyed Chiluba most was that our own side had fired tens of millions of bullets, but not even a hundred anti-government armed enemies were killed.

Then every bullet is worth money.

But there was nothing Chiluba could do.

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

But that refers to elite troops with professional military training.

These government troops in Chiluba's hands are naturally unable to compare with the elite troops of major countries.

With tens of millions of bullets, being able to kill dozens of people is already pretty good.

But what the hell.

David's rebels had several helicopters.

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

Not to mention, in addition to the suppressive firepower of helicopters, David's anti-government forces also had terrifying gunmen.

In the last week of fighting, Chiluba's government troops lost hundreds of elite soldiers to snipers who could only shoot cold shots.

These elites are the real strength that enables Chiluba to rule Zambia.

After losing a large number of elites, Chiluba was not without gains.

He has found out,

David didn't know where he hired a large number of foreign legions to help him fight the war.

This is what worries Chiluba the most.

Those foreign mercenaries are called war dogs. As long as they are given money, they can help anyone fight the war.

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

More than 90% of Chiluba's elite troops were shot by those mercenaries.

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

"boom…."

Chiluba slapped the table hard.

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

Chiluba cursed.

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

There was a loud sound of "Boom...".

A howitzer suddenly exploded above the presidential palace building.

Under the huge impact, countless dust fell down.

After the dust settled, everyone attending the meeting became disgraced.

This time, everyone couldn't sit still.

If this continues, the power may be taken away by David's rebels.

"Mr. President, since David can hire mercenaries, we can also hire help. He was the first to ignore principles."

"What good ideas do you have?"

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

On the advice of the finance minister, Chiluba flew into a rage.

He pointed at the finance minister and swore.

"You idiot, do you think those Chinese people are good people? 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 will be nothing."

"Stop daydreaming. It is impossible for China to participate in an internal war like ours. If China dares to help us, the Americans will help David. By then, all of us will become cannon fodder."

"Then what should we do? If we keep fighting like this, if we lose, we will be completely doomed."

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

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

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

"..."

Three months ago, a serious military uprising broke out in Angola.

In order to suppress the rebels, the Angolan government forces relied on French mercenary organizations to win the war internationally.

In that battle, a certain second-level contractor under the mercenary organization became famous.

Contractor is a term.

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

In essence, they are still mercenaries.

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

Angola is a first-level contractor, and the mercenary organization that undertakes employment 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 subcontracting can be extended indefinitely.

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

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

But the strange thing is that there is a second-level contractor called Darkwater International below the first-level contractor, which seems not to make money at all.

The individual equipment of this mercenary is simply more luxurious than the equipment of American soldiers.

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

A specially made night vision device costs US$20,000, and bulletproof vests and special operations uniforms also cost tens of thousands of US dollars.

The boots they wear are Magnum brand combat boots, but a pair of boots costs nearly 2,000 US dollars.

Coupled with various firearms, daggers, backpacks and other combat tools, it is simply a mobile luxury warehouse.

Even the world's top Barrett sniper rifle is equipped with Darkwater, and its price is US$10,000.

Adding up all the pieces, Darkwater International's individual equipment is close to one hundred thousand US dollars. This figure is simply staggering.

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

There has never been any mercenary unit equipped with such luxurious equipment.

Normally, it is good for a top mercenary organization to have equipment worth tens of thousands of dollars.

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

But this Dark Water International is better, every team member is equipped with luxurious equipment that makes people jealous.

Fighting consumes a lot of money. After a small-scale battle, a lot of money will be lost.

With the one-time commissions brought by the second-level contractors, it is difficult to imagine how Darkwater International can make money.

However, value for money is not just empty talk.

Luxurious equipment brings terrifying combat power.

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

Darkwater International, on the other hand, only suffered losses of a dozen people.

A few hundred troops defeated ten times the number of rebels.

This terrifying combat power made this unknown second-level contractor rise like a comet.

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

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

As a ruler of one party, Chiluba naturally knew about this.

Upon entering Darkwater International, Chiluba immediately sent people to conduct strict surveillance.

However, Chiluba did not target Darkwater International.

Mercenaries have mercenary rules. Unless they are hired, they will not take the initiative to attack the political power of a country.

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

There are already unwritten rules in hiring and being hired.

What's more, the purpose of mercenaries is to make money. If there is no conflict of interest, they will not have any conflicts with local armed forces.

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

This is where Darkwater International temporarily settles down for training.

In a makeshift office, He Tianya was repairing his nails with a military dagger.

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

After running around for a long time, his already slightly darkened skin looked even darker.

On his ordinary face, there was a long scar.

It was scratched out by stones splashed after a rocket exploded during the Angola War.

Even wearing only a vest, his body was covered with scars.

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

That was what a rifle bullet had left behind.

War is the best place for a real man to grow.

The strong muscles covered with scars gave He Tianya a wild look that was completely different from the past.

His eyes were as sharp as a blade and had an indescribable aura of strength.

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

While he was leaning on the chair and sharpening his nails with a military dagger, he was talking on the satellite phone with his neck crooked.

The face with a scar occasionally showed a faint smile.

His eyes were very different from the usual coldness, and a warm smile flashed from time to time.

"Black girls are as good as black girls. Idiots like you don't know what to say. That butt, tsk tsk... is both plump and elastic..."

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

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

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

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

Afterwards, He Tianya's guard Wu Dalong walked in.

"Captain, Chiluba has sent someone here."

He Tianya waved his hand towards Wu Dalong, indicating that he understood.

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

"Say Cao Cao, Cao Cao is here. Those guys finally couldn't sit still..."

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

"Am I black? I didn't learn my blackness from you."

"Then how about killing David as well? That idiot is so stupid that he is hopeless."

"Okay, I know, the old man's whole body is a mess, are you bothered?"

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

Then there was a long silence.

He Tianya held the phone and did not hang up, but he did not make a sound. There was also no sound from the other end of the phone.

I don’t know how much time passed, but suddenly there was another deep voice on the phone.

"Come back alive..."

Only four words, a very short sentence.

But this brief sentence made He Tianya seem very impatient. He cursed and hung up the phone.

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

He cursed under his breath.

"This guy is really becoming less and less like a man. He's so coy and annoying."

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