Africa.
Mozambique.
It was already half past four in the morning here.
Half an hour ago.
President Ken Locke, who had slept for only three hours, was awakened by a phone call.
After learning that one of the mine-clearing vehicles had been attacked and dozens of people had died, he couldn't sleep anymore. However, the casualties were unbelievably high; were these attackers all Special Forces?
But
Even for Special Forces, it wouldn't be so formidable!
Taking on five wasn't a big deal.
But in group combat, especially at night when bullets have no eyes, those bandits were unlucky enough to die without injuring their targets; It was sheer overconfidence, basically a suicide mission.
Dozens of people died.
It was neither a trivial nor a massive incident.
In this country plagued by firearms proliferation, tribal conflicts sometimes result in even more deaths.
