Fall in love with you reading the book network 630book, the fastest update of the godfather of the Soviet Union The news in the newspapers made Somalis feel both dissatisfied and helpless, but Somalis also demanded.
Soon after the news broke, some Somalis gathered outside the gate of the United Nations security zone, hoping that the members of the United States investigation team would come out and explain to them why they were favoring one over the other in the distribution of relief food, but due to the emotional emotions of the visitors and the fact that the guards at the gate did not understand Arabic, there was some friction in the communication between the two sides.
Seeing this, the Somalis present slowly gathered together, as the number of onlookers increased.
The officers and men of the peacekeeping force in the United Nations security zone began to get a little nervous.
An officer in charge of the scene began to call his superiors and asked for an interpreter to be sent.
"Okay, I'll send an interpreter, but the Friendship Africa Foundation convoy is blocking our main road to the outside world, so you'd better get out of the way for the Somalis outside the door, or all the vehicles won't want to get out of the way today," the security zone command officer replied.
"Isn't there an exit to the south?"
why don't you let the Friendship Africa Foundation convoy go in a different direction and go out that way?"
the field commander asked rhetorically.
"These idiots have hired at least a hundred trucks, and even the exits are blocked," Command replied.
"Okay, I see, I'll evacuate their convoy now," the field commander said, leaving the sentry post and walking outside to beckon his men to clear the way for the convoy.
The soldiers of the United Nations peacekeeping force began to signal the Somalis at the scene to get out of the way, and they opened the gates and barricades at the gates, allowing the trucks that had been waiting in the security zone to start letting them go little by little.
The Somalis were even more agitated to see the convoy of grain carrying food leaving the safe zone again, and they desperately stopped the truck to prevent it from moving any further.
"Why is it so good to the Ethiopians, isn't it the life of our Somalis" "You can't take all the food with you, my children are dying of hunger" "Aren't you here to help the disaster, we are the victims, why don't you send us food?"
The Somalis present were poor people who had heard the news early in the morning, and they stretched out their hands to pray that the convoy would stop and give them some food.
Their faces were full of pleading, hunger had made them undignified, and they didn't know where else to get food.
"Who is your person in charge, the situation is not good today, why don't you send some food to the onlookers here" The commander at the scene saw that the situation was not good, he didn't want to have any trouble, so he advised the people of the Friendship Africa Foundation to calm down.
"We also do what we want, we can't do this kind of thing, you know, we only got this job yesterday," the truck driver replied helplessly.
"Then call in those of you who can call the shots," replied the commander.
In the security zone, Colvin and his colleagues roamed around the office building of the Friendship Africa Foundation, checking their inventory and accounts, and Chebyshev and others were ordered to hand over all their papers.
And the boss from Italy has not yet appeared, which makes Chebyshev, who has never seen such a posture, feel Alexander.
"Can you take me to see your warehouse, I want to see how much food you've left behind for the victims here," Zoe said in a skeptical and questioning tone as she walked up to Chebyshev.
"I, I think it's better to wait for our person in charge to come, he came from Italy, and the person may still be on the way, so" Chebyshev calmly dealt with the kidnapping incident when he first arrived in Somalia, and he was promoted to the temporary head here, but then the Italian side seems to have forgotten the existence of these people, and the word temporary before Chebyshev's title has not been removed, but Zoe's request Chebyshev did not dare to agree, because the principal sent by Nikolai has not yet arrived "Do you think anyone can stop us, Friendship Africa is a charitable organization registered in the United States, and we have search warrants approved by Congress and the Federal Supreme Court.
We ask you to cooperate with us."
"Zoe, what's wrong" Zoe was making a request to Chebyshev when Colvin walked over and asked with concern.
"Councillor Colvin, I'd like to see the Friendship Africa Foundation's warehouse," Zoe replied dryly.
"Sir, we have come all the way here to investigate you on behalf of the United States of America, and we ask you to cooperate with us, do you still need me to show us our search warrant?"
asked Colvin unceremoniously.
Chebyshev could not stand it any longer, and he had already done his best to prevent the investigation of the Americans.
He felt that with this kind of performance it should be reasonable for the Gorky Brotherhood and Nikolai.
Chebyshev gritted his teeth and said with difficulty: "Okay, please come with me" Chebyshev was well aware that only one of the warehouses in the storage and transportation center of the Friendship Africa Foundation contained grain, which was either moldy or had become like sand because it had been stored for too long.
No one would want this kind of grain even if it was used as fodder, and even in the Soviet Union, it could only be dumped in the fields as fertilizer.
Chebyshev told his men to wait honestly in the office building and not to wander around, while he was taken into a car by the investigation team, and Zoe and Colvin were also in the same car as Chebyshev.
On the way to the grain depot, Zoe saw a number of heavily armed UN peacekeepers standing on the road, wearing blue berets.
"Did anything happen," Zoe asked the driver alertly.
"It's nothing, I heard that the Somalis are not happy that we are giving food to the Ethiopians, and there are people making trouble outside the safe zone," the driver replied.
"Nothing is going to happen," Zoe asked, a little worried.
"Don't worry, there's a Pakistani hill regiment in the safe zone, these Somalis don't even have guns, besides, we're here to save them, how can they hurt us," the driver said disapprerovingly.
The convoy drove all the way to the warehouse of the storage and transportation center, and Chebyshev led them first to the warehouse where the grain was available, so that they could delay a little longer.
As soon as the warehouse door is opened, a disgusting, musty smell hits his nose, and Colvin is so smoky that he vomits, and Zoe and Jimmy begin to record everything they see with their camera.
"How could you give such a thing to people, you" Zoe was about to question Chebyshev when a crisp burst of gunfire rang out in the distance.
Outside the gates of the "Da Da" security zone, tongues of fire from machine guns mercilessly devoured the lives of hungry Somalis.
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