I'm a warlord in Africa!

Chapter 18 How can you sleep at your age?

After saying that, Cheng Mu hung up the phone.

The governor? How many divisions does he have?

Even if the President of Ethiopia comes, it won't help.

He just received a piece of news today: there was unrest on the Ethiopian border, and nearly 100,000 people were displaced.

With a government like this, how much deterrence can you expect?
Besides, this was self-defense.

Others have thrown leaflets at their faces, so it makes sense for me to shove 12.7mm bullets into their bodies, right?

……

Kundi State Government.

Governor Erdogan sat in his luxurious office with a gloomy expression on his face.

He watched the video today where Cheng Mu sent out armed helicopters to shoot at the Three Cities Alliance.

Even he himself had to admit that he felt a little fear towards this yellow-skinned young man.

Erdogan can allow that every town in Kundi state is in a state of unrest, which is what he wants to see.

But he doesn't want any party to become too powerful! This will threaten his rule!
And what scared him the most was that he had not heard of Cheng Mu's name a few months ago, but now the other party has almost taken over half of Kundi State!
He must be eliminated, otherwise, won't this position belong to him sooner or later?
Erdogan picked up the landline phone at the huge desk and dialed several numbers.

Ten minutes later, several senior officials from the state government appeared in his office, including the government secretary general Abdullah.

Although Erdogan is nominally the governor, he maintains a delicate balance with several senior government officials.

So when there is a big operation in Kundi State, they all discuss it together.

He put the video of Cheng Mu shooting the Three Cities Alliance in front of everyone and said gloomily: "Maybe we had conflicts before, but now, we must work together to deal with this despicable outsider!"

……

Cheng Mu was about to go to sleep in the base when his cell phone suddenly rang.

He pressed the answer button and Abdullah's somewhat hurried voice came from the phone.

"The state government wants to kill you, so they asked the military to send in two bombers!"

Hearing this, Cheng Mu did not show any sign of panic.

The bombers dispatched by the state government, can they still be called bombers?
Maybe it's a product left over from the Soviet Union in the last century.

And given the incompetence of the Black Continent government, the pilots they send out are likely to bomb the wrong people.

But to be on the safe side, Cheng Mu still asked Abdullah: "Can you get the information of the two drivers?"

There was a pause on the other end of the phone, then he said, "Wait for me."

Cheng Mu, who was originally preparing to go to bed, was no longer in the mood to sleep. He gathered his guards and hid in the basement of the Cabela Municipal Building.

Abdullah did not let Cheng Mu wait too long in the basement. In less than half an hour, he sent two sets of detailed information.

Cheng Mu took the two pieces of information to the flight instructor who was on duty during the day and asked, "Can you contact these two people?"

The other party took the phone, glanced at it, and nodded, saying, "We served in the same army."

Upon hearing this, Cheng Mu immediately threw a bundle of rice knives in front of him.

"Two hundred thousand, is that enough to deal with them?"

The flight instructor was stunned at first, then immediately picked up the bundle of worn rice knives.

The bundle given to him is worth at least tens of thousands, which is countless times better than his mother's job for the government!
He called the two of them in front of Cheng Mu.

"Hey, do you want to change to a new job with very good pay?"

The subversion operation went extremely smoothly.

The two pilots who were originally on a bombing mission now flew their planes to surrender to Cheng Mu.

And all this is thanks to the corrupt Ethiopian government.

They simply cannot get the money to the people who actually do the work, and yet the higher-ups think they’ve given enough!
Can you imagine that in Ethiopia, military pilots receive less than one thousand dollars a month?

What's even more ridiculous is that Ethiopia pays foreign (note: foreign) civil aviation pilots more than 10,000 dollars a month!

It doesn't matter if we are all fucking poor. If things really don't work out, we can just lie to ourselves and say that we are contributing to the motherland. But you treat the foreigners differently. What does this mean?
Therefore, it is not difficult at all to persuade them to rebel.

A few hundred yuan a month, why are you risking your life?
Two planes landed in an open area outside the city of Cabela.

Cheng Mu personally received the two pilots.

When he saw the two of them for the first time at the scene, he exclaimed that Heizhou is really full of talented people.

They dared to fly this antique bomber and put their families in it. And most importantly, they dared to land on this country road!
I'm afraid even the top students who graduated from the best aviation schools wouldn't dare to do such tricks.

Because they have a better brain and know that the risk of death from this operation is very high.

And these two
Cheng Mu could only say that he needed such talents right now.

He took another look at the so-called bomber the two men were piloting.

Currently, military drones with slightly higher technological content are probably more powerful than this thing.

However, he still offered the two of them extremely favorable conditions.

In addition to the $500,000 resettlement allowance and $15,000 per month, their families will be arranged to work in the government under Pastor Cheng's rule.

After asking his trusted subordinates to arrange the follow-up matters for the two, Cheng Mu came to the office and called Abdullah.

"If the governor dies, can you take his place?"

"Not yet." Abdullah said solemnly.

Hearing this reply, Cheng Mu lit a cigar.

It doesn’t matter whether Abdullah is the next governor, he will be the next governor sooner or later.

But now, this governor must die.

"I see." Cheng Mu nodded gently, and then said in a soft and calm tone: "Governor, do you have two sons?"

There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone.

"They should be in Kundi City now. I'll go investigate."

In a luxurious nightclub in Kundi City.

Two young men were dancing wildly in the middle of the dance floor.

They were dressed gorgeously, and the watches they wore on their hands alone were worth hundreds of thousands of dollars.

Both of them were in a very good mood.

In the afternoon, they found a nice girl at the university gate and have now tied her up. They will go home and enjoy her after having fun.

Around them, several bodyguards were watching the surroundings vigilantly.

But no one noticed that behind a building not far from the nightclub, a team of soldiers pointed their thick cannons at the nightclub.

"RPG!!!"

The roar and fire of missiles cut through the darkness.

A big hole was blown out in the luxuriously decorated nightclub, and people first screamed in panic and then fled in all directions.

The soldiers carrying out special tasks began to search for targets in the crowd, and the two young men surrounded by bodyguards immediately attracted their attention.

A crushing firefight took place amidst the sound of harsh music.

Before dawn, Erdogan's two sons were brought to Cheng Mu.

What puzzled him was that he had not received a call from Governor Erdogan yet.

Is it that the people under him don't dare to tell him the bad news, or what?

He picked up the phone of one of the young men and made a video call to Erdogan.

The phone rang for nearly a minute before the picture appeared on the screen.

Cheng Mu saw Erdogan propped himself up from the bed with sleepy eyes, squinting at the video on the mobile phone screen.

How do you sleep at your age?

(End of this chapter)