West Africa, mining area.

"Hurry up, all the cars go inside." The old iron gates were wide open, and trucks carrying food were lining up to drive towards the warehouse.

"Lamisan, thank you for your help." The monk grabbed the other person's hand and said enthusiastically.

"We are all working for the boss, and I like the little thing you gave me." Lamisan patted his pocket.

It contained a small piece of compressed opium weighing 10 grams, enough for him to make a fortune.

"Haha, we Chinese are very generous to our friends." The monk seemed very polite to the transportation supervisor of this rubber plantation.

After all, the other party belongs to Harvey, and all the food currently in the mining area must be transported through him.

"I brought a lot of women with me this time. They will stay here during this period, and I will take them away next time." Lamisan pointed to the carriage not far away and smiled.

"Oh?" The monk probed his head curiously.

He has no love for black people, not because he is discriminatory, but mainly because he cannot appreciate the beauty of black people.

What about black pearls? Let Lamisan enjoy them himself!

What he hopes most is to meet an Asian, or a white person, so at least he doesn't have to worry about not being able to find her after turning off the lights.

"Where did they come from?"

"All over the world, don't worry, they are all clean. Some were sold by their families, and there are women who work in rubber plantations. It's great!"

Smiling at the winking Lamisan, the monk's eyes were attracted by a white man.

With soft facial features, sweet smile, and gentleness in her eyes, it seems that no hardship can crush her.

"Man, you have really good taste. She is of mixed race, one-third Chinese, and she comes from Cape Town."

"It can be seen that she is educated, why?" The monk didn't understand.

"Her convoy was attacked by the natives. My people rescued her, but Mr. Harvey forbids us from touching white people, so she is yours."

Lamisan said with some regret, if it weren't for Harvey's order, he would not give such a beauty to others.

Just when the monk had some thoughts, two yellow dragons suddenly appeared in the distance, which were the dust raised by the speeding vehicles.

"Someone is coming. I can't see the number clearly. Be alert, be alert!" the observer on the hillside closed his telescope and shouted.

"It seems that someone came uninvited." Lamisang smiled strangely and spread his hands.

He is a native of West Africa. He was selected by Harvey to be the driver of the transportation team. In the end, he was able to take the position of transportation director because of his courage and courage.

Fighting is as normal to him as eating.

"There's no need for your people to take action." The monk smiled. A large number of special guards had already rushed out of the mining area.

On the hillside, 30 Browning M1917s pointed forward were set up and ready.

No matter who wants to attack the mining area, they will have to pay a terrible price.

These heavy machine guns, which gleam in the sun, are capable of tearing apart thousands of people and dyeing the earth scarlet red.

"Don't move." Suddenly, cold hardness hit the back of the monk's head.

The mixed-race woman who had previously attracted their attention was now holding a small, compact pistol and pressing it against the back of his head with murderous intent.

"Damn it, this wasn't my idea." Lamisan said with an ugly expression.

"Relax, buddy, it's no big deal." The monk spread his hands and slowly turned around to look at her.

"Beautiful lady, what do you want?" the monk said with a smile, as if he couldn't see the muzzle between his eyebrows.

"Tell your people to go back to where they came from and hand Lake over to me." Lilith said coldly.

"Where are you from? FBI, CIA, or USSS." The monk asked curiously.

"This has nothing to do with you." While the two were talking, dozens of cars were parked 200 miles away.

Well-trained soldiers jumped down from above and set up machine guns aimed at the mining area and the mountainside.

"Woman, I seem to have more guns than you." Pointing at the men surrounding him, the monk grinned.

"But your life is in my hands. You can try to see who is faster." Lilith turned on her toes and turned sideways to turn behind the monk.

Just when she came around, the monk moved.

Boom!

With a sudden push from her right elbow, Lilith was hit hard by a hammer on her waist. She spat out a mouthful of blood and flew 5 meters away.

"Fire." Samode roared.

Boom boom boom

Violent gunshots rang out, bullet casings jumped and rolled down the mountain, and the cars on the opposite side were instantly pierced.

"Fk, retreat, retreat..." Seeing the opponent's decisive action, the sergeant who thought his plan was foolproof ran back quickly.

As for those cars, they would have been torn apart by bullets.

The terrible impact penetrated the iron sheet, and each soldier fell down. Others ran like frightened birds in the direction they came from, even the weapons in their hands were still on the ground.

"Are you going to catch up?" After looking at the woman being stepped on by the monk, Satsuma smiled cruelly while carrying the Chicago typewriter.

"No, make sure there is enough ammunition. Our purpose is not to kill people." Hearing what the monk said, Satsuma nodded and asked people to start cleaning the battlefield.

Those scrapped cars can be piled in front of the iron fence, and sandbags can be filled inside to form new obstacles.

The intact vehicles can be added to their ranks. As for the soldiers who are still alive, throw them into the mines and go mining!

"Monk, this matter has nothing to do with me." Lamisang looked at the heavy machine gun hidden again on the hillside with lingering fear, and quickly stepped forward to explain.

Harvey mentioned before that these people are well-trained killing machines, and they are more elite than ordinary soldiers.

Lamisan originally thought it was a joke, but now it seems that Mr. Harvey's statement was too modest.

How many heavy machine guns were hidden on the mountains on both sides? Where did they get so many of these terrifying battlefield weapons?

Hell, maybe even the firepower of the American garrison can't match theirs. This must be God's joke.

"Lamisang, don't be nervous, we are friends, I believe what you said." After sending Lamisang away who was grateful.

The monk carried the panting woman beside him and strode towards the doctor's tent.

"Treat her. You two keep an eye on her. If she wants to act recklessly, break her hands and feet."

Smiling at Lilith, who was still sleeping on the hospital bed, the monk left and found Bobby: "All food sent to you must be tasted by someone before you eat it."

There is no big mistake, they can only rely on themselves here. The monk is not sure whether Harvey's attitude will change.

But he always remembered Li Zitao's instructions, "Don't give anyone 100% trust, even if he was willing to die for you."

"Monk, is this going to be too big?" Satsuma, who had ordered his men to clean up the battlefield, came back and asked worriedly.

Those dead soldiers were all wearing American military uniforms. If this thing breaks out, the boss will probably have a hard time with it too!

"Do you think Morgan dares to expose this matter? What will the people and Congress think about American soldiers serving him personally?"

After following Li Zitao for several months and teaching him through words and deeds, the monk now knows more about these things than Satsuma.
Chapter completed!