Fall in love with you reading the book network 630book, the fastest update of the godfather of the Soviet Union Ten minutes ago, when Zoe and Colvin were still on their way to the storage and transportation center.
A small group of heavily armed United Nations peacekeepers arrived at the main entrance of the security zone, which was on the verge of losing control.
However, they are not real officers and soldiers of the United Nations peacekeeping force, but are pretended by Rubik and others.
Rubik and others had their equipment flown in from Italy, their vehicles spray-painted with UN logos, and their military uniforms showed that they were from Italy, the former suzerainty of Somalia.
Rubik sat in an open jeep with a machine gun mounted on the roof of the jeep, while he sat leisurely in the passenger seat smoking a cigarette.
"Stop" The convoy of Rubik and others had just arrived near the main gate when they were stopped by the peacekeepers who were present.
Because they are too ostentatious to look fully armed, this is not the style of the peacekeeping forces, you know, Somalia is not a war zone, the security situation here is still passable, and the only purpose of the peacekeepers here is to prevent the local warlords from grabbing food.
But Rubik doesn't seem to know anything about keeping a low profile.
"Whoever sent you, you guys rushing over like this will only make things worse," the commander at the main gate said angrily to the lead Rubik.
"Don't get excited, man, we're the ones sent from above to protect these grain trucks, please rest assured, we're not here to make trouble," Rubik said as he got up from the car, took a stick of Cuban goods out of his pocket, and handed it to the other party.
The other party originally wanted to refuse, but when he saw that it was such a high-end cigarette, he didn't refuse.
In a place like Somalia, where birds don't poop, it's not easy to find such good cigarettes.
Although it is sold in the shops in the security zone, the price is really gnashing "Where did you get such a good thing," the commander smoked Rubic's cigar, which cost nearly twenty dollars a piece, and spoke in a much more friendly manner.
He saw that Rubic and the others were relatively obedient.
I wasn't so nervous.
The two began to talk with each other.
"These cigarettes were brought by the sailors on the other side of the dock to sell, and it is much cheaper to buy them from them, you know that this kind of cigarette can only be enjoyed by secretaries in Cuba" Rubic saw that the other party liked it, so he took out a few more from his pocket and gave them to the other party, the other party is also an old smoking gun, and he was naturally very happy to see so many high-end cigars, he didn't notice that the people brought by Rubic had slowly stood at the front of the cordon.
"Look ahead, there are a lot of soldiers, it seems that they don't want to give us food," said some of the people in the crowd who came from Turkey, pointing to the people who came to defend Rubik.
Although these Turks do not look black, Arab traders are often seen in Mogadishu.
These Turks speak fluent Arabic.
So the Somalis do not doubt their identity, but rather trust them because of their Arab identity.
"Hurry up, the people at the United Nations are soft, they don't dare to shoot, and if they don't rob, more soldiers will come after a while," Turkey continued to agitate in the crowd This may have spoken to the hearts of Somalis.
Somalis approaching the truck began to move on the grain on the truck.
Their movements grew louder and louder, and some climbed into the car only to be dragged down by the peacekeepers around the truck, but the number of soldiers was so small that they were too busy to be busy.
Some people flexibly climbed onto the roof of the car and began to throw bags of grain down, while the people below tore each other in order to compete for food, and the food was soon scattered all over the ground.
This scene further irritated the Somalis who were watching.
What is the price of grain in Somalia now, as long as there is a bag of grain, my wife and house will have everything.
"The situation is a little overwhelming," the officer at the scene told Rubik.
"Let's all come back, I think something is wrong, ask if the headquarters can send some more people," Rubik asked, pretending to be worried.
"You help me look at it first, I'll make a call and ask about the situation," the officer finished and walked into the room to contact his superiors.
At this time, the Turkish spies hiding in the crowd began to retreat, they quietly squeezed out of the crowd, and some of them really couldn't get out, so they hid behind the obstacles, because they knew what was about to happen, and they didn't want to be unjustly killed.
"Everybody checks the weapons," Rubike said at the scene.
The soldiers present began to subconsciously check their guns, and they would open the safety and open the chamber at this time "Phew" "What's going on, who shot, don't know what the situation is now" The officer, who heard the gunshots and was on the phone, rushed out and questioned.
"My gun went off," explained the soldier Rubik had brought with him.
"Our guys were shot, the UN guys shot, they shot at us" "They don't care about our lives at all, we fight with them" "Compatriots, rush in, the food is inside" The ripple effect of the gunfire was enormous, as Somalis who had been coming for food were enraged by the gunfire and targeted United Nations peacekeepers.
Immediately, bold Somalis began to storm the iron gates of the security zone.
"Everyone's guns are down, don't go and contact the Pakistani Mountain Regiment before the gun is fired, and ask for their support" The officer of the peacekeeping force was now in a cold sweat, and he and his men were immediately horrified when they saw the Somalis who had lost their minds.
The Somalis have launched round after round of attacks on the iron gate, and the iron gate is about to crumble.
Both the soldiers of the United Nations and Rubik felt the smell of danger.
"Sir, take your men and withdraw first," Rubik said to the officers present.
"What do you do," the officer asked.
"There's a second line of defense in the security zone, so let's go and defend it first, we'll take care of it," Rubik replied.
"Don't shoot again," the officer instructed uneasily.
"Don't worry, I know what to do, sir," Rubik replied.
"All get on the bus, we will retreat to the inner gate to set up defenses" After the officer finished speaking, he panicked and retreated to the inner city with his subordinates, Rubik saw their backs in the distance, and also let his own people get into the jeep, Rubik did not sit in the co-pilot seat this time, he stood in the back of the jeep, aimed the muzzle of the D5 at the Somalis crowded at the iron gate, and pulled the trigger on these poor unarmed people.
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