Africa.
Congo-Kinshasa.
Bei Ji Province.
On the wide highway less than thirty kilometers away from Wanqing Industrial Park, a long convoy is speeding along, led by two police cars, with a dozen military vehicles encircling the 'marching' one at the very center.
Within a kilometer ahead of the convoy, the road is empty.
And within two hundred meters behind, there are no vehicles; beyond two hundred meters, those vehicles move in stops and starts, even the Africans who are used to driving fast and like speeding up to a hundred miles an hour only dare to follow from a distance.
There's no helping it.
They don't dare!
If they get too close.
They're afraid the guys in front might suddenly open fire on them, given that on the last two vehicles, there are two guns capable of shredding standard armor pointing backward, their dark muzzles visible from afar.
Drivers in the leading vehicles behind keep muttering to themselves.
Gentlemen.
Please make sure your hands don't tremble!
