Take a plane to Africa

Chapter 114 The Devil Comes
According to the usual practice, after every member of the commando leaves Bunia, all the members have to see him off, and the departure of Lionhead this time is no exception.

Everyone has a car, including pickups, Mercedes-Benz, and Lexus. The convoy drove towards the airport in a mighty manner, attracting many local people to watch along the way.

The staff at the airport are old friends with Wilmots, Raff and the others. As long as you give a little tip, it is not difficult to go conveniently, which is why they can enter the apron smoothly.

Just when everyone was reluctantly sending the lion's head to the plane, there was a huge generator roaring in the air.

Looking for the reputation, I saw two old-fashioned former Soviet An-26 transport planes circling over Bunia.

"A transport aircraft brigade will be stationed here soon," Wilmots said.

"Stationed in the transport aircraft brigade?" Everyone was very surprised by this.

"I don't know why, but I also heard from the staff here." Wilmots shrugged.

El Booker couldn't help asking: "Is this broken runway not going to be repaired?"

"Just this Poan-26, this kind of runway is enough." After finishing speaking, Raff jumped into his car, "Hey, Huaxia Dragon, how about letting us go to Bok Village?"

Yang Tianlong nodded, and made an OK gesture to Raf, "No problem."

The convoy did not drive to Bock Village first, but stopped at Wilmots' hotel, where the commando members drove towards Bock Village in three vehicles.

"I have to make these guys afraid of me." Raff laughed and opened the car door, then jumped on it.

Four and ten minutes later, the commandos reached the village of Bok.

Seeing the instructors coming, Yom hurriedly gathered all the 100 or so militiamen of the militia company.

However, the speed of this assembly was really slow, and it took nearly half an hour for all the 100 or so militiamen to arrive.

The roster has already been prepared, and the basic information of each militia is marked on it, such as name, age, height...

Raff looked at the roster and said, "Are these all the men in the village over the age of 16 and under the age of 45?"

Yom nodded, "Yes, sir..."

"Very good, now follow the order of the roll call, please stand up if you are called..."

Raff is worthy of being an excellent soldier who became a lieutenant colonel in the special forces.

According to Raff's vision, it is certain that all the people are soldiers, but it is unrealistic for all the people to be soldiers every day. For this, he divided the militia company into two platoons according to the age of the militia, one for labor production, and the other for labor. Conduct military training.

However, considering that all of them are here today, Raff did not want to disband the team, but started teaching a soldier the most basic etiquette.

"There's nothing to learn from that," a young black man in the crowd muttered nonchalantly.

"Who?" Although the voice of complaining just now was too subtle, Raff could hear it clearly. Seeing someone questioning him, he couldn't help roaring loudly.

"Who?" Seeing that no one came out to answer after the first sound, Raff couldn't help raising his voice again. His voice startled Yang Tianlong, Wilmots and others, "Which son of a bitch, If you have the ability to stand up and dare not admit it, maybe the thing down there was bitten by a dog and disappeared."

"Report, it's me." A black man who looked more robust replied loudly.

"Come out." Raff said coldly.

"Yes." The black man walked out of the line rather sloppily.

"Albuquer, give this guy two daggers." Raff said to Albuquer behind him.

"No problem, old man." Albuquer said as he untied two gleaming daggers from his waist and threw them to the black man.

"I think you should teach me a lesson, or I can teach you a lesson. In short, one of us must have a longer memory." Raff looked at the black boy with contempt and said.

"What lesson?" Although the black boy had a somewhat rebellious character, he couldn't help but feel a little flustered and short of breath in front of the aura-filled Raf. He tried his best to restrain his inner panic.

"For you, telling you tactics is no doubt like playing the piano with a cow. How about this, we will use the method of fighting." Raff said with a relaxed face.

"Fight?" said the black boy, twirling the dagger in his hand.

In fact, anyone with a discerning eye can tell at a glance that this guy is just emboldening himself.

"You can also choose to use a gun, I only use a pistol, life and death." Raff smiled slightly.

The black guy was taken aback for a moment, before saying to use a knife.

"Okay, come on." After speaking, Raff actually made an inviting gesture.

"That's what you said." The black boy rubbed his nose and began to put the dagger across his chest.

Shit, just as this guy finished speaking, he felt something approaching in front of his eyes. Subconsciously, he quickly blocked his face.

"Ah..." I heard this guy drop the dagger in his hand, and after a scream, he fell to the ground clutching his stomach.

Raff stomped on his face fiercely, "Didn't you f*ck just now? Kid."

"Ah, sir, I, I just had a mouthful."

"Hehe, I've had a mouthful, then let me pick out your disobedient teeth one by one with a knife." As soon as Raff's words fell, the black boy felt a chill at the corner of his mouth.

"Ah... no, sir, I was wrong." Hearing that his teeth were about to be picked out one by one, the black boy was so scared that he almost peed his crotch.

"It's too late for you to know that you're wrong now. Why didn't you think about the consequences when you were a dick." Raff said as he slapped the black guy's face with the blade of a knife, and the guy started crying in fright. .

"What a f*cking softie." Raff smiled contemptuously, and kicked him in the ass.

The black guy didn't care about the burning pain in his buttocks, and quickly got up from the ground like a smoke.

"Stop." Raff's voice sounded again.

The black guy almost didn't pee in fear.

"Did I wake you up? Did you report?" Raff looked at him coldly and asked.

Although the distance between the two was several meters, for the black guy, the devil's voice, Raff, was close to his ears.

"Report, no." The black boy quickly replied.

"Then you know what to do?" Raff asked.

"Yes, sir." The black boy had no choice but to go back to the same place again, lying on the ground.

When the other militiamen saw this guy's bad look, many guys started to snicker.

"Smile." Raff turned around suddenly, startling the militiamen.

"Everyone who laughed just now slapped themselves twice." Raff's voice was not loud, but it made them sound deafening.

"Papa..." The voices of myself slapping myself on the training ground kept coming and going.

"If anyone dares to refuse to accept, including every member of our commando, that mouse will be his end." After speaking, Raff took out his pistol like lightning, and shot at the mouse that just poked its head out. gun.

The mouse's head was smashed to pieces...

So cruel... Many black people were extremely shocked.

(End of this chapter)