Sooho

He led his stabilized friend out of the alley. The military, police, and underlings were all surrounding the area. No matter how powerful Kanaka was in Lagos, they still didn’t stand a chance. Once they passed two more alleys, they arrived at Kanaka’s base. This place truly showed the reality of Nigeria.

“Ugh!”

Han Kyung Il gagged at the entrance way.

The place was full of dry blood along with powdered bone and foreign matter. All the storage closets were filled with weapons and bullets, and inside the pens were women. Was this what they called the safest area of defense?

As soon as he passed the US military taking care of the women and children, he reached a beautiful garden. In contrast to the women who were locked up, there were women relaxing by the pool in bikinis. Ahn Soo Ho approached a group of black men who was crouched over in the garden.

His finger must have been itching to pull the trigger in the midst of the atmosphere. James Black, who was leading the ground forces in Logan’s stead, stiffened his face as soon as he saw Ahn Soo Ho.

“This is worse than I expected, Soo Ho.”

“This is the reality of Nigeria that the US military turned their backs on. The government military, rebels, terrorists, and police are all and the same.”

While the US military fought with African Muslims like Boko Haram, the occupied territories of the allied forces like Lagos or Abuja were having their own wars. It was as if Yankees still hadn’t learned their lesson from Iraq and Afghanistan.

“Do you want to end this war? Then you’ll have to kill all the black men you see.”

“Soo Ho!”

A troop ran over with a pile of papers just in time.

“I think we caught a big fish.”

“Give it to me.”

Ahn Soo Ho looked over the papers and then stuck out his tongue. To the villains, religion meant nothing.

“What is it, Soo Ho?’

He handed the papers to James who seemed curious.

“Ha!”

He was speechless. That was because a Christian tribe kidnapped foreigners in a big city and then sold them to a Muslim tribe. They disguised themselves as Boko Haram and asked for money in exchange for the foreigners they held hostage. Whether it ended well or not, they covered for Boko Haram’s crime.

African blacks were not stupid.

“Soo Ho!”

Another troop approached.

“We found our target!”

“Are they all right?”

“Four are still alive, but one man is…”

As soon as Han Kyung Il’s face turned pale, Ahn Soo Ho pushed his friend’s back.

“It’s your turn to step up.”

Han Kyung Il showed Ahn Soo Ho his fist.

“Thanks.”

“Go.”

Ahn Soo Ho saw off his friend and then approached the head of Kanaka with a gun. The information he received from his sources on African economy were accurate, but they were not quick.

“Okay! We have a lot to talk about, don’t we?”

Men who did bad things for a living shared a connection. If he wanted the quickest and most accurate information on the bad things happening in Africa, it was fastest to interrogate the criminals themselves. This method worked in both developed and undeveloped countries.

“When you kidnap a foreigner, where do they get sent to?”

“#^*#&$*@(*$@(@*!”

If Ahn Soo Ho’s ears, which could understand any language in the world, couldn’t make out what he was saying, that meant it was nonsense.

“&#@&@*(@&@&@… Ugh!”

The black man screamed and then plopped onto the ground. That was because Ahn Soo Ho pulled the trigger on him. Wasn’t English the main language in Nigeria? He made eye contact with the black men that were still alive and said this,

“Please! English.”

‘Why are you acting like amateurs?’

The end.