Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

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him as a Man—but the ones he refrains from making. Like the decision "I've had enough!" Illustrated by Schoenherr Premier Umluana the warrant. "Then I'll speak English." Umluana was a small man with wrinkled the late afternoon. Read knew two armed men stood just outside the door. "If you leave, Premier, I'll have to shoot you." "I don't think so," Umluana said. "No, if you kill me, all Africa will rise against the world. You don't want me dead. You want me in court." Umluana turned back to Rashid a second too soon. He saw the Africa, Rashid struggled toward it. Read walked backward, covering their retreat. The car stopped, whirling blades holding it a few inches off the Staring straight ahead, he didn't see the sergeant smile. Two types of recruits are accepted by the UN Inspector Corps: those with a fanatic loyalty to the ideals of peace and world order, and those who are loyal to nothing but themselves. Read was the second type. A tall, lanky Negro he had spent his school days in one of the drab suburbs that ring every prosperous American city. It was the home of factory workers, clerks, semiskilled technicians, all who do the drudge work of civilization and know they will never do concrete fields between the tall apartment houses marked the limits of life's possibilities. He had belonged to a gang called The Golden Spacemen. "Nobody "A man ought to be a man," he once told a girl. "He ought to do a man's work. Did you ever notice how our fathers look, how they sleep so much? I don't want to be like that. I want to be something proud." For the first time in his life, his father said something about his ambitions. "Don't you like America, Harry? Do you want to be without a like me." "I don't want that," Read said. "What do you mean, you don't want that?" good as a trade school. If you have to be a soldier." "I want to be a UN man. I've already enlisted. I'm in! What do you care what I do?" The UN Inspector Corps had been founded to enforce the Nuclear diplomats and UN officials, even put down riots that threatened international peace. As the UN evolved into a strong world isolation. And yet he responded with enthusiasm. They had given him a job. A job many people considered important. something and you go out and win a medal. That's great for me. I'm lazy and I like excitement." One power implied in the UN Charter no Secretary General or Inspector General had ever tried to use. The power to arrest any head of state whose country violated international law. Could the World Court try and imprison a politician who had conspired to attack another nation? For years Africa had been called "The South America of the Old World." Revolution followed revolution. Colonies became democracies. Democracies became dictatorships or dissolved in civil war. Men planted bases on the moon and in four years, but the black population of Africa still struggled toward political equality. Umluana took control of Belderkan in 1979. The tiny, former Dutch colony, had been a tottering democracy for ten years. The very day he took control the new dictator and his African party began to build up the Belderkan Army. For years he had preached a new Africa, united, free of white masters, the home of a vigorous and perfect Negro society. His critics called him a hypocritical racist, an opportunist using the desires of the African people to build himself an empire. He began a propaganda war against neighboring South Africa, promising the liberation of that strife-torn land. Most Negro leaders, having just won representation in the South African Parliament, told him to liberate his own country. They believed they could use their first small voice in the government to win true freedom for their people. But the radio assault and the arms buildup continued. Early in 1982, South Africa claimed the Belderkan Army exceeded the size agreed to in the Disarmament Treaty. The European countries and some African nations joined in the accusation. China called the uproar a vicious slur on a new African nation. The United States and Russia, trying not to get entangled, asked for more investigation by the UN. But the evidence was clear. Umluana was defying world law. If he got away with it, some larger and more dangerous nation might follow his precedent. And the arms race would begin again. Umluana and try him by due process before the World Court. If the passengers scanned the sky. A plane would have been a faster way to get out of the country. But then they would have spent hours flying over Africa, with Belderkan fighters in hot pursuit, other nations joining the chase and the world uproar gaining volume. By transmitter, if all went well, they could have Umluana in Geneva in an hour. "Don't be certain, corporal. All these strong-arm movements are alike. I'll bet Umluana's lieutenants are hoping he'll become a dead legend. Then they can become live conquerors." Sergeant Rashid came from Cairo. He had degrees in science and Read copied him. Umluana breathed like a furnace, still out and the two of them struggled toward the booth with Umluana. Umluana in the booth and hit the floor. Read took aim and opened "Did you get Umluana?" he asked Sergeant Rashid. Rashid swore. "You heard him, Read! Get out there and help those men." rush them but the besiegers couldn't pick out targets. Above the noise, he heard Rashid. "I'm calling South Africa Station for a copter. It's the only way out of here. Until it comes, we've got to hold them back." Read thought of the green beret he had stuffed in his pocket that do a good job here, he wasn't the man he claimed to be. This might be the only real test he would ever face. "The copter will be here in half an hour. We'll put Umluana on, "We'll stop them, Sarge. Don't worry." Rashid ran off. Read stared across the green land and listened to the pound of his heart. What were the Belderkans planning? A mass frontal attack? To sneak in over the top of the hill? He didn't think, anymore than a rabbit thinks when it lies hiding from the fox or a panther thinks when it crouches on a branch OUR PREMIER, WE WILL DESTROY YOU. "They know we don't have any big weapons," Read said. "They know we have only gas grenades and small arms." in advanced shock. His deadly white skin shone like ivory. They wouldn't even look like that. One nuclear shell from that gun and devotion to peace had no limits. Read's psych tests said pride alone drove him on. That was good enough for the UN they only rejected men whose loyalties might conflict with their duties. But an assault on the tank required something more than a hunger for self-respect. "I'll go," the Frenchman said. "Three should be enough. Give us a good smoke screen." Umluana. Read, the Frenchman and himself, he stationed at "I'm a UN man," he mumbled. "You people up there know what a UN He knew they would see him when he stood up but he didn't think about that. He didn't think about Sergeant Rashid, about the complicated politics of Africa, about crowded market streets. He had to kill the tank. That was all he thought about. He had decided something in the world was more important than himself, The copter landed ten minutes later. Umluana left in a shower of surrendered the survivors to the Belderkans. His mother hung the Global Medal above the television set. "He must have been brave," she said. "We had a fine son."

<question>:
What type of person is Umluana?

<options>:
A A considerate and cultured leader.
B A power-hungry yet peaceful person.
C A violence-driven man set on developing a large military under his control.
D A leader hell-bent on proving that Africans do not need white people to be successful.

<answer>:

C