"This is the first batch of equipment you want."
Witt stepped out of the car, waved his fingers, and asked two armed men to lift several boxes down and open them.
All I saw was an M16, lying quietly in the box, emitting a dim light.
Several other boxes were opened, all of which were portable anti-aircraft missiles and anti-tank missiles, and two boxes were of brand-new AKs and grenades. The equipment here is enough to equip a company.
"It's all in the cars behind," Witt said, pointing to the vehicle.
The armed leader next to Murmi stepped forward, grabbed a gun, loaded it and tried it. After confirming that there was no problem, Murmi handed the signed document to Witte.
"This is your money and your agreement."
He didn't understand why the higher-ups had to accept Westerners' conditions. Although it was relatively cheap to buy the equipment, those agreements were troublesome. Once they succeed, a lot of resources will be lost.
However, it must be reasonable for the organization to do this, so he could only follow Lyric's wishes and agree to the Westerners' conditions.
"It's a pleasure to cooperate. There will be a steady stream of assistance in the future. I believe you will succeed. Vasolun has lost the support of the people. I hope you can overthrow him as soon as possible."
Witt took the document and smiled broadly.
The conditions these people agreed to were all expected. Having been engaged in this kind of thing for so long, he can naturally grasp the hearts of these people.
Once these people failed, they dumped their weapons and had no loss. And if they succeed, they will be able to make a lot of money from the war, and they will have an obedient regime that can exploit them. So they are very happy to do this kind of thing, especially since there are several military industry giants secretly supporting it.
Murmi took a deep look at Witte, waved his hand, and asked the soldiers behind him to start unloading the goods.
"Hurry up and deliver the equipment later, and fulfill the conditions you promised as soon as possible. We will take action soon. If you don't take any action, I will doubt your sincerity."
"Don't worry, your success will be good for all of us. If we need air support, we can negotiate, but we need to add some new conditions, and it is a bit expensive. I'm waiting for your good news."
Witte shook the document in his hand, got into the SUV next to him, and drove away amidst the roar of the engine.
"Let the brothers adapt to the new equipment and wait for orders." Murmi watched Wit go away and said to the armed leader next to him.
Lyric was sitting in the camp, drinking wine quietly, seemingly not bothered by the situation they were facing. When he saw Murmi coming in, he put down the wine glass in his hand.
"How's it going?"
"They sent some of the equipment here, which is pretty good. What should we do next?" Murmi sat down at the table and asked.
"Don't worry, our goal is to overthrow Vasolun, and we have just begun. If Vasolun completely loses the support of the people, we can be justified in taking action. If the Westerners succeed in putting pressure on him, we may be able to overthrow him without bloodshed.
The time is not yet ripe, let’s wait for the Westerners to send us more equipment. If the two sides go to war, we will not be afraid of them. "Liric said unhurriedly with a sneer on his face.
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In Angola, protests and riots continue to expand, and there are still no signs of stopping despite appeals from all parties.
According to some media reports in Angola, coupled with reports from Western media, the news of Vasorun's murder of Diodin became more and more widespread.
Diodin was born into a common people and had a people-friendly image. He was one of the most powerful candidates for the next president. Now he was murdered, causing more and more civilians to be indignant.
More and more people are joining the opposition forces and opposing Vassolun.
It didn't take long for Vasolun to let the military occupy the TV station and radio station, and announced that it would take over the TV station to control public opinion.
Vassolun took a tough stance and was not ready to step down. He claimed that this was a frame-up and called on all parties to calm down and negotiate. The opposition parties publicly criticized Vassolun as a dictator and demanded that Vassolun immediately release the arrested party members and resign.
Both sides insisted on their own opinions, making the atmosphere of the confrontation continue to heat up.
The opposition to Vasorun in Angola continues to expand, and the various parties continue to argue, making Angola extremely tense, almost to the edge of armed confrontation.
This confrontation has alarmed the United Nations.
Not long after, the opposition armed forces released news that they agreed to negotiate peacefully through mediation facilitated by the United Nations, but the condition of the negotiation was that Vassolun must resign and re-elect a new candidate.
The Vassolun side once again emphasized that this was a conspiracy and could release the arrested party members, but refused the conditions of the opposition forces demanding that he resign and step down.
The two sides refused to give in to each other and the negotiations broke down.
"Is the time ripe?"
Si Ge looked at Murmi, waiting for his answer. He was the general of the army that escaped with Murmi and others. Loyal to Murmi's party.
During this period, the team he led continued to expand, doubling its original size, and also received a large number of Western equipment. Now that the shotgun was replaced by the cannon, he had unprecedented confidence.
They had been waiting for Murmi's attack order, but Murmi's reply to him was always waiting. Now that the negotiations between the two parties have broken down and Vasolun has lost the support of the people, it is obviously the best time.
"You can attack, but it's best to let them fire the first shot." Murmi said. Everything seemed to be going according to the plan above, which made him feel much calmer.
"Okay." After receiving Murmi's instructions, Si Ge grinned, showing his strong white teeth.
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"Do you think this chaos can be resolved peacefully?"
Arthur held the gun and stared at the situation on the other side. Opposite are the armed forces of the opposition parties, and the two parties are already facing each other here.
Both sides are maintaining the final restraint and do not want a war, but the atmosphere has become increasingly tense, and no one knows when the battle will start.
If armed confrontation begins, it means death and chaos, which they do not want.
"It's hard to say. We also hope for a peaceful solution. The other side should think the same way. They are all people from their own country." The soldier next to Arthur shook his head: "But Vasolun is unwilling to step down, and the other side will never give up."
"I heard that when Vasolun steps down, the other side is willing to resolve the issue peacefully."
"This condition was rejected by Vasolun. Some people think that Vasolun is greedy for power and puts his own interests before the country. Yesterday, a brother, fully armed, defected to the other side." The soldier whispered.
"I don't feel that Vasolun is a power-hungry person." Arthur said: "After he came to power, he did a little better than the previous people."
"That's right! But no one can guarantee that Vassolun will not really be greedy for that position. After all, power can make people confused. Whether it is a conspiracy or not, only the parties involved know the answer. We big-headed soldiers don't know the situation, so we just If we can listen to the command here, we will carry out any orders from above." The soldier said with some regret.
"Alas..." Arthur sighed and continued talking, focusing on the other side.
Suddenly, a sound of breaking wind came. Before he could react, Arthur felt the body of the brother beside him stiffen and he fell straight to the ground. The comrade who was talking to him just now now has a bloody hole the size of a thumb in the middle of his eyebrow, turning into a corpse with his eyes still open.
There are snipers on the other side.
An unprecedented sense of fear enveloped him, and even in the scorching sunshine, he could not feel a trace of warmth.
Snapped! ! Another shot landed on the masonry next to him, and the sand stirred up hit his face, causing a burning pain. It could have killed him directly if it was deflected even slightly.
"Damn bastard." The fear of death and the anger of losing his brother made Arthur lose his mind, hide in the corner and pull the trigger towards the opposite side.
The sound of gunfire broke the oppression of the confrontation between the two sides.
(End of chapter)