1466. Bad News
Not every officer in the Congo (Kinshasa) Government forces was as reasonable as Major Barto, who had once served as the government representative at Landon Hawkwell Manor. That was especially true of the junior local warlords stationed on the frontier. They held low ranks, yet every one of them was more arrogant and unruly than the last.
Executing prisoners without authorization did bring some trouble afterward, but it had nothing to do with Li Bai. Captain Zuka had given the order, and his own soldiers had carried it out.
China had always followed a policy of noninterference in other countries' internal affairs. They weren't Chinese citizens. If you wanted to kill them, then go ahead. What did it have to do with me?
There was no way that blame could be pinned on the Chinese.
A month later, Captain Zuka went mad. He shot and killed his family and many of his clansmen, before the latter finally fought back and killed him together.
Some said he had suffered a mental breakdown because he couldn't withstand the domestic and international pressure after executing the poacher prisoners.
That speculation soon became the prevailing explanation. As for the few inconspicuous Chinese people, they were quickly forgotten, as if they had never existed. No one wondered whether anything was amiss. No one even suspected a thing.
A minor black officer like him barely attracted any attention beyond the Mitumba Mountains. Within twenty-four hours, everyone had forgotten him.
People would die for money, just as birds would for food. The Rhino Horn the Meteor Hunters had obtained through their side business in poaching wasn't destroyed. Instead, they secretly sold it off and made a small fortune.
A horse wouldn't grow fat without night feed. Why else had they made the long trip