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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.