On the Way
The creatures the Americans called "Armored Nightmare" had been causing quite a stir in Somalia lately. Who knew how many locals had already ended up in the beasts' mouths? It was practically a scene of widespread devastation.
It wasn't just the locals who were panicking. The foreigners making a living here were also scared witless. Who knew whether those monsters would come after them, taking them down one bite at a time? By this time next year, the anniversary of their deaths would have arrived. What a miserable fate.
If all the countries hadn't joined forces to suppress the news, it would probably have exploded long ago.
The African Continent was vast and rich in resources, and many countries had their own interests in this impoverished, savage land. If bad news got out and frightened the companies that had come to make money into fleeing in terror, it would not serve any nation's interests.
So, before the real threat could erupt, the countries dispatched their armies and crushed the matter. With the power of modern Firearms, driving every human being into the eighteenth layer of hell would be more than easy.
If one missile couldn't solve the problem, then use two. Concentrate superior forces and wipe them out in one wave.
Such outrageous tactics had already become routine!
The last time the navies of various countries had gathered in force in the Gulf of Aden, they obviously hadn't been there to throw a PARTY and have some HAPPY fun together.
As for the truth, only Heaven knew.
The things made public were probably not even believed by the countries' own militaries.
But... who cares?!
Confucius said: "The people may be made to follow a path, but not made to understand it."
The ancient sages had certainly not