"Amended the constitution, amended the election law, Congressional charter, sir, do you think it is possible?" Odova asked with a bright look at Mu Yang.

"Why is it impossible? Are there few such examples in Africa? How many presidents have been in power for more than ten or even twenty years and are almost becoming emperors. As long as the regime is firmly in their hands, there is nothing impossible. In this world, wonderful things are happening every day, right?" Mu Yang said.

"Then when do you think it's right?"

"This coup is a good opportunity to consolidate your regime, so I will let you take a risk, so that you can pull out all the enemies hidden in the dark and catch them all in one go. After a year or two of the business, I think the time will be almost done." Mu Yang said affirmatively.

Odova suddenly became energetic. He sat in the position of president and knew the beauty of standing at the peak of power, so he was even more reluctant to let go. Mu Yang's proposal really made him feel excited. If it was done, he would become the veritable king of Djibouti.

At this time, Mu Yang continued, "I'm not worried about the coup, but Djibouti is still too weak now, especially France, where the United States is stationed in Djibouti. And this time, the Americans are secretly instigating the coup. Obviously, they have a view of you, especially about you, and China, so they want to get you down."

"I think that after the coup, you need to urgently eliminate the power and influence of the United States on Djibouti, and it can also lay the foundation for future constitutional amendments." Mu Yang said.

When Odova heard Mu Yang mention the United States, he pressed the cigarette butts hard into the ashtray and said with anger: "Damn Americans, they actually support the opposition party in an armed coup, and sent mercenaries to capture me. They actually wanted my life. After this time, I want the Americans to see the consequences of angering the President of Djibouti."

"Sir, you said, we will capture the mercenaries and hand over the evidence to the International Court of Justice. Will the International Court rule the Americans lose?" Odova asked.

Mu Yang sneered, "It is better to believe that Americans will never eat beef than to believe in the International Court of Justice. You must know that in this world, strength determines everything, and the International Court of Justice does not represent justice."

"What should we do?"

At the Djibouti Pier, at this moment, thousands of Djibouti soldiers, armored vehicles and mortars, and three missile patrol boats surrounded the Durban, while the remaining 100 people from the Sweden mercenary regiment had retreated to the ship and tried to make the final struggle.

Their defeat was so miserable this time, 400 people came, but after one round of attacks, about 300 people were killed or injured. Although they had seen many war scenes, they also shot and killed people in some African countries.

However, once, they had been hit so hard that when they were facing death, they also felt fear and fear when they saw their companions being beaten to death one by one.

In the command room of the mercenary regiment of the Durban freighter container, the regiment commander Andrew Sarris roared loudly: "I don't believe it, I don't believe that those damn Djiboutians have such strong combat power, how did they get the information and set up ambush? Why didn't we receive any information before? Why, are all the people in Cia blind? Or do you deliberately let us die?"

"Fark, Fark, Fark..."

He walked to the communications officer and shouted loudly: "What are you doing? Why can't you connect with China Unicom? I want to talk to Cia's people, I want to talk to John Campbell, I want to talk to the US Department of Defense, have you not heard it?"

The correspondent took off his headphones and said with a dismal face: "Sorry, the leader, all signals have been blocked, and all signals that can be contacted cannot be sent out."

Andrew Saris punched the table, then waved his hands and swept a laptop on the table out in one go. The laptop hit the iron sheet of the container, making a bang, and the laptop bounced back and fell to the ground, and was suddenly broken.

"Can anyone tell me what we should do now and what to do? Are you just waiting to be killed by those damn Djiboutian soldiers?" Commander Andrew Saris roared.

At this time, the deputy regiment commander Beasley, who was standing beside him, said in a deep voice, "I really don't know when those guys have become so powerful, there are no good soldiers in Africa. Maybe we still have the chance to rush out before, but now, we have lost the opportunity to escape."

"Captain, you need to calm down now, not for anything else, just for the one hundred alive brothers, you need to calm down and consider what we should do."

Indeed, the leader of the Sweden Mercenary Corps, Andrew Sarris, was confused about why his mercenary group was defeated so quickly and so tragically. Several captains were confused, and even those ordinary mercenaries were very confused.

When did African soldiers become so good at fighting?

In fact, the reason is very simple. To put it bluntly, this battle is that the mercenary group is against the mercenary group. Their opponents are also mercenaries, and they are all mercenaries carefully selected by Luka, with a number of about 400 people.

That's right, Luka called his mercenary group to Djibouti to be responsible for this battle. Luka is now hiding in the Sweden mercenary group and keeps the opponent's dynamics at any time. He had known all the action plans of the Sweden mercenary group, just like a stripped-down girl. The Sweden mercenary group had no more ** in front of Luka's mercenary group.

In addition, in order to cover up their operation, after the Sweden Mercenary Corps disembarked, the soldiers basically only carried AK rifles, but Luka's Mercenary Corps was different. They were equipped with many heavy weapons, which was a battle with asymmetric force.

So as soon as we came into contact, the Sweden mercenary group was caught off guard and lost nearly 100 people. In the subsequent battle, the two sides attacked each other. The Luka Corps with heavy firepower certainly completely abused the Sweden mercenary group. They rode together with heavy machine guns and rockets and massacred them. Therefore, when the Sweden mercenary group fled to the Durban freighter, there were only less than 100 people left.

Of course, the Djiboutian soldiers and three missile speedboats that later surrounded the Durban freighter were indeed Djiboutian soldiers. For the already disabled Sweden mercenary regiment, these Djiboutian soldiers were enough.
Chapter completed!