Chapter 61: The Cunning Son

  The government troops who were forced to enter the interior of Gambia under the escort of three warships entered the Gambia River from the port of Banjul and went upstream.

  The Gambia River is an inland river that runs through The Gambia, and its location splits the country's landscape in half, providing a highly mobile force for operations both south and north.

  "Boom! Boom! Boom!......"

  The sound of the warship's cannon shook the calm waters of the Gambia River, causing it to erupt into a cacophony of noise. The pungent smell of gunpowder wafted through the air, drifting towards both banks as the smoke from the cannon fire spread out instantly.

  The one commanding the Gambian government forces is General Meka Ceesay, a member of the ruling Patriotic Alliance and Construction for National Development party, a Jola by tribe, a Member of Parliament in The Gambia, who holds the country's naval military might, an inseparable war friend to Yahya Jammeh, also his cousin, whom he has been reusing.

  This time to quell the internal unrest, Mekaalle was entrusted by Yahya Jammeh and did not dare to slack off. He also knew the importance of this pacification. If it went smoothly, the Gambian government would still be in Yahya's hands, and he would naturally have high power and position; if failed, the United Democratic Party and the National Reconciliation Party would unite together to defeat Yahya Jammeh's Patriotic Alliance and Construction Alliance, and overthrow Yahya, at which time they would be forced into exile.

  "Ready, fire!"

  "Boom! Boom!......"

  On the warship, a naval officer in uniform stood beside the ship's gun and loudly gave orders. As the orders were given, shell after shell bombarded Brikama, which was the first place where the rebels had stirred up internal unrest.

  Shells fell on the riverbank, blasting hole after hole in the trees along the shore. The shattered fragments flew wildly, howling madly as the brutal bombardment swept through the empty bombing point, leaving behind one deep crater after another.

  "Ready, fire!"

  The officer continued to shout orders with a serious face, seemingly unaware of the shell's miss, his dark face showing no extra expression.

  Shells continued to blindly bombard the shores of the Brikama River, and after two rounds of shelling, the warship continued on its way, heading deeper into Gambia.

  The lurking members who had been following the three warships all along couldn't help but reveal interesting smiles, these navies were simply putting on a show, they didn't come to quell the chaos, but rather seemed to be here for sightseeing, and Mekar's figure was never seen on the warship from start to finish.

  "These bastards!" The knife edge heavily spat out a mouthful of saliva, muttering in a low voice, with an unstoppable killing intent revealed in his eyes.

  "Hey, Knife Edge, how come you're so impatient? This doesn't seem like you. You've killed quite a few people, haven't you?" Ao Mo stretched out his palm-like hand and patted Knife Edge once, with a teasing smile on his face.

  He was slapped by Omo, his mouth twitching, he shook off Omo's big hand, shrugged his shoulders in a rather nonchalant manner, with an air of neither approving nor disapproving.

  Others, however, were completely nonchalant, especially Zhao Ziyang and Pan Dun. From their calm faces, you could tell they knew all about what was going to happen next, but they didn't show any surprise at all.

  "Alright, the warship has broken away from Burika. It's time for us to act." Swort said to Zhao Ziyang with a cruel smile in his eyes.

  Zhao Ziyang nodded, took out a wine jug and drank a small mouthful, then handed the jug to Pandora beside him.

  "Have a drink."

  "No need." Pandora shook her head and flashed a brilliant smile at Zhao Ziyang, saying: "I'm used to it, no need to use white wine to suppress stomach cramps."

  Pandora rejected Zhao Ziyang's kindness, continuing to smile brightly in the warm sunshine. But her sunny smile somehow gave Zhao Ziyang a chilly feeling, like the winter sun on a cold day, only superficial.

  As the warship sailed on, Zhao Ziyang and his party followed to a small village in Kerewan, northern Gambia River.

  The village doesn't seem to have a name, but it's undoubtedly a relatively affluent one. The village is situated on the banks of the Gambia River, and its location at the river's mouth makes it an extremely rich fishing ground. This is because the Banjul Harbour brings in a massive amount of oceanic algae, which can only reach this far, resulting in an abundance of food, which in turn attracts a vast array of fishery resources.

  "Boom! Boom! Boom!......" The warships approaching the port simultaneously opened fire on the fishing boats docked there, instantly blasting a dozen small fishing boats to smithereens.

  The villagers at the port were shocked by the sudden appearance of three warships and ran wildly into the village, shouting in their native language.

  "Hurry up!" The officer who had just given the order was directing his soldiers to moor the warship by the shore, waving his hand and shouting loudly, indicating that they should disembark quickly.

  Under the command of the officer, fully armed soldiers on the warship landed quickly and rushed to the village with their guns.

  "Bang bang bang......" "Bang bang bang......"

  A fierce gunshot rang out, accompanied by a mournful wail. Before long, the wailing stopped, leaving only sporadic gunfire.

  The whole village was slaughtered by government troops, leaving no chicken or dog behind.

  After the gunfire stopped, a black officer in white naval uniform walked out of the main ship's cabin with a pleased expression.

  He was Mekarle, the one who had never appeared, with a ugly and cold face. However, this face had several hideous shrapnel scars, which were the marks of crawling out from the battlefield.

  Makhtar's physique is impressive, giving the impression of explosive power from afar, nearly two meters tall, his military uniform tightly stretched on his body, showing a warrior-like image. He has an essential difference with other high-ranking officials in Gambia.

  Under the escort of four soldiers, Mekalle walked onto the deck, followed by three scantily clad and seductive women. From the lingering spring intention between the eyebrows of the women and their disheveled hair, it could be seen that they had not been idle on the way, having indulged in romantic encounters.

  Meca is a lecher, this is something that everyone in Gambia knows. The higher the power and position, the more hobbies there are, and having countless women is undoubtedly one of the ways to show off one's authority. While men conquer the world, they also need to conquer women, male animals usually have this expansive force.

  "Ah, the air here is great!" Mekalle walked to the edge of the deck and took a deep breath, inhaling oxygen molecules filled with gunpowder and blood, his face full of enjoyment.

  Zhao Ziyang, lurking on the opposite riverbank, clearly saw the ferocity revealed on Mekalle's face, and a sinister smile emerged from the corner of his mouth.

  Meka's information had long been memorized by him, a notoriously brutal Gambian military officer, even more so than Jammeh. He had two hobbies in his life, one was killing people and the other was playing with women.

  President Yehiya also likes to kill, but Yehiya's killing is entirely based on his own emotions, whereas Mekalle's killing is based on interest. It is precisely this point that makes Yehiya highly value this nephew of his, because only by killing can Yehiya's regime be consolidated to the greatest extent - dead people will never rebel.

  Mekaale has another nickname in Gambia: "The Magician".

  Three women with a thousand charms walked up to Mekare's side, revealing their most charming smiles. They were the ones Mekare had chosen in Banzhur, just to alleviate boredom on the road. These three women may not have been themselves intentionally, but they had to put on a happy and charming appearance, because their lives were in Mekare's hands.

  Mekalle's eyes closed, breathing in the air, his brow furrowed slightly. The scent of blood and gunpowder he liked was overpowered by a perfume, making him feel uncomfortable.

  "Kill!" Mekalle's lips moved slightly, uttering a single word.

  As soon as the killer appeared, the three girls still didn't know what was going on and were still rubbing their full bodies against Mekare's. Their current thoughts are very simple, so simple that they only want to use their bodies to please him and then get Mekare's attention. This kind of thinking is a selfish exposure, not only of his power but also of his masculinity.

  Mekare in his prime was like a lion, fighting alone against three women without falling behind.

  Bang! Bang! Bang!

  Three crisp gunshots rang out, and the heads of three women were almost simultaneously blown open with three bloody holes, falling to the ground. Their faces still retained the charm and coquetry of just a moment before, and they didn't even have time to be surprised at why they had been killed.

  "Throw them into the river to feed the fish." Mekalle inhaled a mouthful of thick, bloody air and ordered his soldiers to throw the three girls into the river.

  Women were never in short supply for him, and to him, women were just playthings. Just now, when he was enjoying the atmosphere of the battlefield, he was disturbed by these three women, so they could only die.

  Watching the corpse sink to the bottom of the river, a bloody redness rose on the surface of the water, and Mekalle grinned, with the wounds on his face looking even more ferocious.

  Across the riverbank, a sniper rifle had already locked onto Mekalle's head. The man holding the rifle narrowed his eyes, ready to complete the assassination of Mekalle at any moment.

  "Head, this guy should be killed." The sniper's knife mouth made a sound and said to Zhao Ziyang: "There are too few Gambian women, this guy is obviously wasting resources."

  A tiger's mouth can't produce ivory, this is Zhao Ziyang's evaluation of Jian Feng.

  "You can actually be the patron saint of Gambian black women, then your life in Gambia won't be lonely." Zhao Ziyang, who was staring at Mekalle on the deck, joked with a smile.

  Even if others killed 10,000 people, it wouldn't make the current Zhao Ziyang feel a shred of sympathy. Standing in his current position doesn't allow for human emotions like that. He's still struggling to survive himself, how can he care about others?

  "!" Knife edge cursed and argued, "Head, you know, I only like blondes, not interested in those with dark skin, they may have AIDS. You should let Omo go be the savior, he likes it more."

  Aimo's face turned black when he heard this, his mustache twitching with muscle spasms, his eyes glaring at Kefeng resentfully. He had a come-and-go attitude towards life, whether it was blacks or whites, as long as they could satisfy his physical needs, but Kefeng kept mentioning AIDS in every other sentence, what a damn bastard.

  "Get ready to dive." Zhao Ziyang gave the order, holding his gun and slipping silently into the river, disappearing from the surface of the water in an instant.

  Aumo and Sworte with explosives on their backs followed behind into the water, using a snorkel to sneak towards the warship.

  Mekare walked down from the deck, killing three girls, and headed towards the village that had just been slaughtered to inspect his own harvest.

  Oppression is not about fighting with every ethnicity, ordinary people are sometimes very useful, their brains are either to invite merit or to intimidate, this has always been a trick used by Mekar.