From Titan Corporation to the Empire of Man

Chapter 22: Blood in circles
  The driver was an irritable Frenchman wearing Hawaiian-style short-sleeves and shorts, with short hair and brown skin.

The passenger with blond hair parted and a slightly childish face is quasi-investigator Leon.

In terms of clothing and equipment, Lyon's upper body is a black lightweight jacket produced by his own military industry and short sleeves of the same color. His waistband is full of tool bags and magazine bags. His lower body is dark green multi-pocket overalls, as well as leg holsters and military boots. , and there was a black backpack in the back seat of the car.

The reason why they didn't deliberately hide their identity was because the African country they sneaked into, the Congo, was really in chaos.

Territory competition among tribes, large numbers of refugees and deserters being sheltered by anti-government forces, riots, mutinies, and killings are all normal and commonplace in the Congo.

It obviously has a large amount of gold, copper, and iron ore, and its natural gas reserves are among the best in the world, but it still "begs for food from a golden bowl" and is one of the poorest countries, with a GDP of only 1993 billion US dollars in 42.

The air defense force is almost non-existent, not to mention that Congo has not even established an air force. Compared with Atlas, which spends nearly 20 billion US dollars on military expenses every year, there is a huge difference between heaven and earth.

Coupled with Lyon's skin and hair color, he looked like an outsider at first glance, so there was no need to cover up anything. Anyway, there were countless mercenaries and criminal organizations operating in Congo.

one day ago.

Chief Instructor Clausa announced to them the contents of the "Graduation Examination". He went to the Congo to investigate, tried to search for abnormal things, and successfully survived.

It lasts for fourteen days.

During this period, the company will not take the initiative to provide them with any support, and they will have to rely on themselves.

Of course, if you unfortunately fall into a life-threatening moment and cannot escape on your own no matter what, the company will still dispatch the ARS company to carry out rescue operations without sparing any effort.

But as an investigator, luck is also an invisible and intangible strength. If you cannot get out of trouble on your own, it will seriously affect the final score of this "graduation exam".

However, before Lyon and the others picked up their own equipment and packed enough supplies to board the plane, Krausa gave them one final warning, which was to "keep yourself alive and don't force yourself to take the exam."

Because even if the overall results are unqualified, trainees who have been trained for half a year will still be arranged to the most suitable positions based on their resumes. If they are surrounded by some thugs, but they choose to be tough and die for the sake of their grades...

The spirit of willing to die without giving in is worthy of praise, but the behavior of being too stubborn and not understanding how to adapt to changes is not worthy of praise.

August 7, 16:00.

The ARS aviation company provided a "service" to fly from the base in Kenya to the skies over Congo. Afterwards, Lyon and his classmates left the cabin and parachuted one by one, landing in their respective investigation areas under the cover of night.

02: 20.

Lyon successfully touched down.

After folding and recycling the umbrella, through the positioning of the individual soldier's computer, it was determined that he was in the middle of the Congo, and the straight-line distance from the town of "Lodja", the target he was responsible for, was still 30 kilometers.

It may be due to the influence of wind speed, or it may be related to the fact that the transport plane encountered turbulence and became very bumpy when he was parachuting, but no matter what, the distance deviation is really a bit large.

The plan to hike to the target location was unrealistic, as there was still a large area of ​​virgin rainforest in between, so after a short period of repair and analysis, Leon chose to rush to the nearest town called Longa first.

Maybe it was good luck again, or something else. After walking for three hours in Lyon, I discovered that in this small town with a population of less than 40,000, there was actually a dispatch station of a French logging company.

This has led to many French people living in Lunga, and there is even a bar with authentic French food and a 24-hour bar.

Those who can come here regardless of thousands of miles and no matter the turbulent environment must do some "big business" to make a fortune. Matters such as intelligence trading and mercenary agency always need a fixed place to "summarize".

Where there is demand, there is a market, and a bar called "Romanee-Conti" is one such place.

Out of caution, Lyon walked into the bar without ordering any wine. He just rested for a while at Romanee-Conti and asked the bartender if there was anything unusual around here.

At first, he only got the reply "I guess so, I don't know, I'm just a bartender."

Although this was Leon's first mission, it didn't mean that he didn't understand the meaning behind it. So after paying a "tip" of 200 US dollars, he got "Loja's place. Not long after, just in the next few days, we will be there." Occupied by anti-government rebels, brother, if I were you, I would never go there, your life is important." Any unexpected gains?

Leon wasn't sure if the $200 information fee was the market price, but he felt that it should be worth it...

If he did not learn about the rebels' actions in advance, he would definitely be caught off guard and his own safety would be seriously threatened.

You must know that African rebels and thugs frequently commit horrific acts. To describe them as beasts would be an insult to the word beasts.

Then, Lyon took a short rest in the bar, negotiated a price with a man who had just woken up from a hangover and called himself a "French guy", and drove him to Lodja, which was still more than 20 kilometers away.

Then, time came to now.

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Looking at the horrified passers-by outside the window, coupled with the strong smell of alcohol in the car, Leon regretted taking the Frenchman's car.

What even he didn't notice was that Clausa had written a comment on his file that "seems to be related to the car accident."

After all, in past trainings, for any project involving vehicles, as long as Lyon is on the team, the probability of vehicle cylinder failure, tire blowout, loss of control and other failures is much greater than that of other teams.

Clausa is not afraid that Leon will think too much about it. Unless necessary, Leon cannot and has no right to check the files on his own.

"Beep! Beep!"

"Merde! (Damn!)"

"Fiche le camp! (Get out!)"

After listening to countless cars honking and yelling, Leon finally saw a large number of thatched houses in front of him that would gather at the edge of the town. This meant that he would reach his destination soon and no longer had to endure the driver's madness.

Chi-——! !
  The vehicle brakes suddenly.

Bang! Bang!
  The sound of violently opening and closing the car door was also heard.

Buzz~——! ! !

There is something wrong with the exhaust pipe or something, causing the engine to make a deafening roar.

I saw Leon, who had put on his backpack again, standing on the roadside, looking in the direction of a large amount of dust, and heard another roar from the French guy:
  "Adieu, l'Américain. Merci pour tes trois billets de Benjamin Franklin~! (Goodbye, Yankee, thank you for the three Benjamin Franklins~!)"

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Leon just frowned and stopped paying attention to the Frenchman. Instead, he looked around and made simple observations.

There is not much difference from most areas in Africa. Tin houses can be seen everywhere, and there are very few houses built with cement and steel bars. There is no real road and the environment is dirty.

If there is anything unusual about him, it is because of his skin and clothes that make him the most special person here.

After realizing that several residents nearby seemed to be "curious" and had a tendency to surround him, Leon immediately moved away.

But as he walked and observed, he found that the residents were staggering, their expressions were dull, and most importantly, their mouths and noses were still flowing...

Blood?

(End of this chapter)