From arms dealer to king of war

In a secret room of a camp deep in the Congolese jungle...

Boykin threw away a syringe, laughed wildly, brandished his ivory scepter, and slapped a woman on the back.

Hearing the woman scream in pain, Boykin let out a sigh of relief as if he had smoked marijuana, then turned around, put on his clothes, and walked out of an underground secret room.

Seeing the guards waiting at the door looking straight ahead, Boykin reached out and rubbed the heads of the two muzzled hyenas, then loosened the ropes around their necks, took off the muzzles and drove them in into the basement.

Within a few minutes, a scream that was extremely piercing came from the basement.

Boykin looked at the trembling legs of the two guards. He grinned and patted his belly and said, "Notify the Boko Haram people that I am free to see them now."

The young guard nodded vigorously and ran away as if running for his life.

Boykin seemed to be very satisfied with his deterrence. He stabbed another guard with the ivory scepter in his hand and said: "The quality of women recently is not very good. Please inform Balu and ask him to be more careful. "

After saying that, Boykin didn't care about the expression on the guard's face. He hummed a weird tune and walked towards a group of soldiers walking towards him. Then, surrounded by them, he walked towards a building that looked like a miniature palace. .

No one knows that Boykin's true identity can actually be said to be a prince in Central Africa.

His grandfather was Bokassa, the last king of Central Africa!

That guy's life was a life of violence. In the end, because he was too inhumane, this guy was sentenced to death by his own people when he was on a business trip to Liberia. Then he was kicked out of his palace by Cardano who got the news.

After living in exile outside, the king wanted to quietly return to his hometown to see if he had any chance. Unfortunately, he was recognized as soon as he got on the plane, and was caught when he got off the plane in Bangui. Then he enjoyed one-stop service from trial to death penalty.

After the end of World War II, Africa launched a wave of colonial independence, and Central Africa was one of them.

In order to continue to rule Central Africa after independence, the French supported Bokassa, who once served for them. As a result, this old man overthrew his presidential partner with military power, then announced an amendment to the constitution and became the king of Central Africa.

Bokassa spent most of the wealth in the Central African treasury during his coronation ceremony. During his three years as king, he extended his violence to all aspects of Central Africa.

In the end, the French couldn't stand it anymore and turned to support the ousted former president, leading the overwhelmed Central African people to sentence Bokassa to death.

Regarding the legend of Bokassa, one could write a horror story in Central Africa that would make a child stop crying.

And Boykin is Bokassa's grandson.

This guy inherited his grandfather's violent genes, but he didn't dare to operate in Central Africa, because once he was recognized, any team with Central Africans as the main body, government troops, opposition groups, guerrillas, and even drug dealers would beat him.

So this guy could only hide his name, use the money in his hands and a group of loyal fighters with no retreat, to establish an anti-government armed force in the Congo known as the "People's Liberator".

The ivory scepter he held in his hand, although without the complicated decoration, was the scepter Bokassa had used to kill hundreds of children.

Boykin has a similar personality to his grandfather. He may not be a qualified king, but this guy knows how to use fear to rule the team.

When the soldiers under his command followed his instructions, they started from robbing, then killing, and finally became accustomed to killing and even cannibalism.

Those soldiers had no way out and could only follow the tyrannical boss all the way to the dark side.

Because fear dominates their thinking, it not only creates fear for others, but fear also takes root in their minds. They will instinctively move closer to their companions to seek a sense of security, because they are worried that they will encounter the same fate if they go on the road alone or choose to betray. fear.

People in the border city of Yakoma basically knew about Boykin's ferocity, but the people there had never seen Boykin. It was just that the legend of Boykin's ferocity was spread in the streets and alleys, and the guy was cast into a bad light. A mysterious color.

In fact, Boykin often visited Iacoma, where he had a hacienda, but he kept a very low profile every time he went because he was worried that Iacoma's army or even other rebels there would unite and kill him.

Now he wants to change his image and identity that everyone shouts about, so he needs an ally, an ally with power, money and influence.

The famous Boko Haram and a group of West Asians came at this time.

The reason is that Boykin was instructed to plant coca in the jungle to meet certain requirements, and it could be harvested soon.

The latitude of the Congo is close to that of Peru and Colombia in South America. Boykin found a very powerful botanist and used the anti-traditional coca cultivation technology in Afica to attract powerful "friends" to himself.

At the same time, his camp has also entered the highest alert state, because those 'friends' did not come alone, they brought a large number of armed personnel.

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When Qiao Jia and the others approached Boykin's location, Antar on the cargo ship sent a warning.

They quickly reversed the boat ashore and hid the boat on the inside of a small bay. Everyone gathered together, looked at the images provided by Antal and started discussing with a little surprise.

In Qiao Jia's concept, this kind of brutal bumpkin living in the jungle is not worthy of living in a decent house, because the conditions of the jungle do not allow these guerrillas to build a good house.

But what he didn't expect was that Boykin actually built a 'palace' for himself.

Although this palace is not as big as the county government office building in their county, in the Congolese jungle, this is a real 'palace'.

With the palace as the center, there are soldiers' residences scattered around. Once a battle breaks out, those soldiers can quickly rush to King Qin.

In fact, these were already clear from the confessions of the prisoners, but after seeing the real objects, Qiao Jia still couldn't believe it. He didn't know what this guy named Boykin wanted?

The money that this guy spent to build a palace in the jungle is enough for him to build a manor several times the size in Iacoma or other cities. It is not impossible to live next door to the president in Kinshasa.

Taking the bloody map obtained by Poison Wolf and comparing it with what Antar had photographed, Qiao Jia was surprised to find that the military layout inside was completely different.

Not only was the entire camp under martial law, but the number of militants nearly doubled.

Inside the wooden fence of Camp Boykin, a group of weird-looking black guys were waiting in full formation. Qiao Jia unconsciously touched his neck and wondered if his actions had been exposed.

There are only 17 of them in total. Even with helicopters, the difficulty is a bit exaggerated in the face of nearly 500 people and a highly guarded camp.

The footage from Antal's drone was clear because all the lights were on at Camp Boykin.

Looking at the armed men who seemed to be driving away the crowd and the inexplicable movements in the camp, Qiao Jia scratched his head and said a little confused: "What on earth is going on?"

Antar pointed to the screen and saw several people carrying a roasted cow towards the palace. She said with all her thoughts: "We have guests here..."

As Antar said something, she seemed to suddenly remember something. She flashed the scene back to ten minutes ago, then enlarged the image, and two West Asians wearing camouflage uniforms and bearded men appeared on the screen.

"This is it, don't move!"

Sanderson remained silent. Suddenly he signaled Antar to stop the picture, and then said: "Zoom in, zoom in a little more!"

Antar may have realized something. She quickly turned on the image editing mode, cut out the two bearded images, and then enlarged them.

Sanderson took a closer look, then heaved a sigh of relief and said, "It's Fahd, one of the top ten figures in the 'Isis Organization'. I've seen his photo on Wanted Poker, and the guy next to him I don’t know him, but judging from that guy’s expression, he shouldn’t be a nobody.”

When Sanderson called out Fahd's name, Antar's pupils shrank immediately. This name is well known in Syria and even Central Asia, but as long as he has interacted with Isis, If you have paid attention to the wanted posters of the US military, you must know this guy.

This Fahd has done many incredible things in Central Asia. His violence is not only directed against foreigners, but also against local people.

Nice looked at everyone who suddenly fell into silence. She pointed to the bearded man next to Fahd and said: "He is a Liberian, and he is the main assistant of a warlord in the south. His name is Mu Farah. He was once a Major Officer.

I once met him at the Sirte Military Academy..."

Nice's words made everyone around him look at each other in confusion, "Isis" and "Liberia's Southern Warlord", how did these people who were not even close to each other get together with Boykin?

But it was not over yet. Kaman suddenly pointed at the strong black men next to Mufara on the screen and said: "Look at the tattoos on their bodies, they are Boko Haram!

Boss, you should know that when you choose to take over the business in the Central African Republic, you will definitely encounter them.

This Boykin must not only be a rebel leader, he is also a drug dealer.

Those turbaned terrorist organizations have no interests in Central Africa and Congo. This is just a link on their drug smuggling route. This Boykin is obviously very important.

I don’t know exactly why, but since he’s dead, the answer doesn’t matter! "

After hearing this, Qiao Jia said in disbelief: "What is this big fish doing here?

No matter how I think this Boykin is not worthy..."

Bolivian ‘Ronaldo’, who had been standing not far away observing the surrounding vegetation, broke a branch and walked to Joga, handed the branch to him, then shook his head and said, “This may be the reason.”

Qiao Jia looked at the ordinary branch in his hand, frowned and said, "What is this?"

Ronaldinho spread his hands and said: "At first I didn't believe Afika had this thing, but I have dealt with too many drug dealers...

It's coca, and it's all around the place.

They're supposed to thrive in high altitude areas, and the coca variety here is a bit strange, but I can't mistake it. "

As he said this, 'Little Luo' picked up a piece of coca and crushed it in his hand. Then he looked at Qiao Jia and said, "Boss, these things are very dangerous because they will attract very dangerous people."