"Hello, Mr. Lian." His surname is Lian, which is really a strange surname.

"Your Highness Princess Adelaide, it is my honor to meet you. Your appearance is even more beautiful than rumored."

It can be seen that this is not the first time that Lian Qinglin has dealt with foreigners. He speaks English very fluently and has a good understanding of etiquette. He must have put in a lot of effort.

"Thank you for your compliment." Adelaide bowed slightly.

"Please take a seat." Inviting the other party to sit down, Li Zitao twitched his fingers, and the waiter next to him pushed the iced white wine forward.

The waiters here are so smart, they have perfected their perception of words and expressions. I don’t know how many times they have been trained.

…

"Samode, Samode, someone is coming." In the mining area of ​​West Africa, the team members on guard in the mountains on both sides waved their arms and shouted.

Thousands of meters away, five military vehicles kicked up large amounts of dust and drove straight towards the mining area.

"It's Morgan's people." Seeing the people sitting in the car through the telescope, Summer signaled to stay alert.

squeak~~

The car stopped in front of the iron fence at the main entrance. Reike opened the door with a smile on his face and said, "Haha, Samode, my brother."

"Lake, what makes you condescend to come here in person?" Summer looked at him through the iron fence.

"Our ship brought back some good goods, good vodka, bacon and ham, man, I didn't forget you." Lake said loudly, pointing to the car behind him.

"Thank you, but we have plenty of food, so I think you should keep it!" Satsuma said politely, but he was sneering in his heart.

When they first arrived here, it was Lake who received them. He did not believe that this arrogant and rude white man would have such a good heart.

"Hey, man, don't be like this, I'm bringing you food and wine!" Lake looked at him with a puzzled face.

"Sorry, the mine is under martial law. No one is allowed to enter or leave until new orders are obtained from the headquarters."

The companion who delivered the news to the headquarters has not returned yet, so Satsuma guessed that something bad might have happened to him.

This made him and the two instructors feel a little heavy, but they firmly believed that the boss would never leave them alone.

"Summer, you are rejecting my friendship." Lake stood in front of the iron net and whispered with an ugly face.

"I never need your friendship, Lake, you should have understood this." Summer looked at him without showing any signs of weakness.

"You will regret it." He looked up and looked around. He didn't see anything unusual, but he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Take your things and leave, or do you want to stay here?" Satsuma looked back and saw that the men behind him raised their weapons.

"Very good." Looking at him fiercely, Lake returned to the car, said something with a ferocious expression, and the team turned around and left in the direction they came from.

The purpose of Lake's coming here is to find out how many people are still staying in the mine, as well as Samode's movements.

Unfortunately, the other party's vigilance did not give him a chance, and he did not dare to break through.

Even if Satsuma had to leave only one-tenth of his manpower, there would still be more than 200 men. With the strength in his hand, it would not be enough to squeeze the opponent's teeth.

"Oh no, why would something like this happen to me?" I thought I could happily be a local emperor here.

Who knows how many good days have passed before something like this happens.

Returning to Monrovia, Lake sent the news back to his homeland and awaited follow-up orders.

It's just that this order took a long time to appear, so that before even seeing the telegram, the door of Lake's apartment in the city center was kicked open.

Pushing away his mistress who was sleeping like a dead pig, the body that used to make him miss her was now the best shield in Lake's heart.

Rolling out of bed, Lake took out his pistol from under the pillow and aimed it at the door.

Kakaka

Amidst the sound of sawdust flying and bullet chains beating, a rain of bullets swept over the head. The mistress, who had just woken up, huddled on the bed with her head in her arms and let out a sharp scream.

The front wall facing the living room was swept into a hornet's nest, and the terrible movement made the whole building noisy.

After opening the door and finding that the corridor was full of people armed with firearms, the residents smartly locked the door, hid their heads behind hard furniture, and tried to stay away from the door.

"Mr. Lake, do you need me to ask you to come out?" came a strange voice.

Lake looked at the pistol in his hand, then looked up at the bullet holes in front of him and behind him, and made the smartest choice.

Boom!

With the pistol still on the ground, Lake raised his hand and said: "I'm out, I have no weapons, calm down, calm down..."

"I think it's you who should calm down." The monk sat indifferently on the sofa in the living room.

"Yes, we all need to stay calm. What do you want? Money, I have a lot of money, it's all there, I can give it all to you..."

"Shut your mouth." The monk shouted sharply, causing him to stop and stand silently.

Look at what the opponent is holding. The most common weapon is a Chicago typewriter. There are also two Browning M1917s on the floor in the living room.

The muzzle of the gun was still smoking at this moment, and Lake could swear to God that he never wanted to experience the feeling of being pierced into a fishing net.

"Very good, we won't be in trouble this way." Seeing the other party's wise choice to cooperate, the two men stepped forward and carried Lake out.

"Head, the car is ready." After going downstairs, the streets and alleys were still quiet.

The so-called sirens and enemies will never appear. In this city, the police phone line is always disconnected at night.

"Let's go." Lake was put on the first car and sat next to the monk.

"We brought some gadgets. We don't want to be discovered by the border guards. I think you know what to do." The monk hooked his arm, looked at him enthusiastically and smiled.

"Yes, I promise there won't be any trouble. If you can let me back after passing the border, I won't mention it to anyone."

Lake's mind was spinning rapidly, thinking about the origins of these people.

He didn't know much about that eastern country. In Lake's understanding, that weak country was just an inconspicuous colony.

"Well, we'll talk about this later." The car sped through the city and headed towards the border.

When the checkpoint came into view, the monk just grinned at Lake and did not threaten him again.

Just the sound of heavy machine gun bullets being loaded in the carriage made Lake shiver unnaturally.

The car stopped in front of the checkpoint. Lake tried his best to remain calm, lowered the window and said, "I have some things to do. Open the gate."

Everything went smoothly, the convoy passed through the checkpoint without any obstacles, and no one even came forward to ask.

This is enough to show the terrifying influence of the Morgan consortium.

Just one representative and one word can allow the regular border troops to pass through at will.

Of course, this is also due to the current chaotic situation in Africa.

"Dear Sir, I have done what you asked for, can you let me go now?" The car kept moving, but Lake's heart sank to the bottom.

He was very familiar with this direction. After all, that was the mining area he was responsible for, and he had just failed to return home a few days ago.

"Hey, I think you need to meet an old friend." The monk pressed his shoulder hard, and Lake felt his shoulder blades creak, as if they were about to break in the next second.
Chapter completed!