January 5, 2010, Port-au-Prince, Republic of Haiti.
A United Nations Peacekeeping Force entered a local sugar factory deep within the slums. Everywhere they passed, armed thugs lay unconscious on the ground.
When they reached the upper floor, they saw a fierce-looking man in a plaid shirt sitting on a sofa, trembling and not daring to move in the slightest.
Huang Ji and Amu sat beside him, both dressed in Peacekeeping Force combat uniforms, as though they had been waiting for quite some time.
"Don't be nervous. All the enemies have been dealt with. This is their boss—take him away," Amu said with a smile.
The Peacekeeping Force asked, "What about the hostages?"
"There are no hostages," Huang Ji said. "The three councilmen who claimed to have been kidnapped were actually in league with him. They deliberately acted out a scene and recorded a video. Right now, they're hiding out in their respective secret villas, living it up."
The Peacekeeping Force was speechless. They had not been stationed in Port-au-Prince for just a year or two. Regime changes here were frequent, and the number of thugs was no less than in Somalia.
And now there was even something as absurd as councilmen colluding with thugs to threaten the government.
"We'll leave this place to you. We're pulling out first." After Amu completed the handover with them, he left with Huang Ji.
The moment they departed, the Peacekeeping Force immediately took control of the scene and hauled the man away.
Someone said in surprise, "Who were those two? There were over forty people in that sugar factory, all armed, and those two took them all down?"
"There's always someone better out there. There are plenty of capable people in this world. Last time I was stationed in Somalia, I heard about someone