At Cairo Airport in Egypt, we just walked out of the airport hall and saw Wu Gang and the "Comrade Ren" who came to repair the car park and saw me standing outside.

"Hello, is the road going smoothly?" Wu Gang looked a little darker. It seemed that the Cairo sunshine left many traces on him.

The first feeling when I walked out of the airport was dry! It was extremely dry! There were twelve of us, plus we rode in the three Land Rover Jeeps we brought with us. I noticed that the drivers were all Chinese, each with a serious face and a cold face, without saying a word. It was obvious that they all had a bit of a military atmosphere.

The car drove in the sun for less than twenty minutes, and after I got in the car, I kept drinking water.

"Where are we going now?" I smiled and said, "I'm here this time and I'm ready to open the land. Start from scratch."

Wu Gang didn't say anything, and the Comrade Ren smiled: "Mr. Chen, it's not as terrible as you said. If things go well, I think we can finish everything in one week at most... Okay, let's take you back to the base for a rest first. I'll treat you to dinner at noon, and then we'll leave here in the evening."

Jojo asked, “Will you leave Egypt today?”

Comrade Ren glanced at Qiao Qiao. I immediately said, "This is my friend and my French translator." After a pause, I slowly said, "She is my own person, and I will not hide anything from her."

Comrade Ren's face changed slightly, but then he smiled: "Don't say it's so terrible, there's no secret of this matter... Well, it's just that the fewer people involved, the better."

He then smiled at Qiao Qiao, and then suddenly spoke a string of French. Qiao Qiao raised her eyebrows and talked to him very skillfully in French.

"You translated in French, good French." Comrade Ren smiled: "But she has a Parisian accent. This is rare in Africa... Well, but it doesn't matter. We originally prepared a translation for you, but now it seems that there is no need."

The car drove for two hours and had already left Cairo City, and then headed east all the way. Finally we arrived at the station of a project.

This is on the verge of the Nile River. The world-famous Nile River is not as magnificent as I imagined. On the contrary, it looks very small, much smaller than I imagined. And the water flow is gentle and almost dry.

"It looks much stingier than the Yangtze River..." I muttered.

The station here is very large, far away on the river. A huge water conservancy project is under construction. Huge ground shovel trucks come and go, and the roar of machines. I saw that most of the workers coming and going are Asian, and obviously many of them are Chinese. Some technical experts also stood behind the instruments with hard helmets and drawings on the riverside to measure something.

In the hot climate, the vicious sunlight sprinkled on the ground without any obstruction. After I got off the car, I felt the ground under my feet getting hot.

“Where is this place?”

"A cooperative project is jointly constructed by a large domestic engineering company and Egyptians... Well, these are normal foreign labor projects. You don't have to worry about these, I'll take you to rest now."

About a thousand steps from the river is a low simple building. I followed Comrade Ren into the office on the first floor and finally enjoyed a little shade. I sighed: "It's so hot here, how did you people who work here all year round survive?"

Comrade Ren licked his chapped lips, as if he was lightly slight, and said lightly: "The country needs it."

When I was training in the big circle, I received a little training of simple military knowledge. I deliberately stood by the window and looked outside for a few glances, and immediately recognized that the layout of the entire project camp was all with a bit of militarization. From the door to the inside, the layout was obviously very suitable for the distribution of protection measures!

I let out a moment of consciousness, then turned around and said, "No need to rest, let's start right... Where am I going tonight? What are I doing?"

Comrade Ren looked at my eyes and hesitated for a moment: "You really don't need to take a break first?"

"I came to Africa not to rest." I said lightly: "End early and go home early."

He nodded, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Then he led me to a conference room.

There were only Comrade Wu Gang, Ren, and me in the conference room. As for my subordinates, they were drinking water in the lounge. Two personnel from the project resident stood at the door of the conference room and grabbed the door.

I hesitated for a moment and did not bring Qiao Qiao in.

"Please turn off your phone and turn off any electronic instruments on you." When I was about to follow Comrade Ren into the conference room, the two security personnel at the door stopped me directly.

I glanced at them and didn't say anything. Comrade Ren in front of me turned around and smiled, waved his hand: "No need, he is his own person." Then he looked at me: "If we don't believe you, we won't look for you."

But I took the initiative to take out my cell phone and handed it to the security guard: "No, I know you are disciplined."

"Haha!" Comrade Ren smiled and said, "Okay, don't be so exaggerated... We didn't ask you to be James & Bond. This job is not complicated."

After formally sitting down, Comrade Ren turned on a slide projector in the conference room, and then his face gradually became serious: "Now, let me introduce the person you will contact."

After the light flashed, a black man appeared on the screen in front of him. Then it turned into a group of photos.

The protagonist of each photo is a black man, about forty years old, with a strong figure, and a pair of eyes with a cold light... It's like a snake! There are obviously some photos that are open, and some are secretly taken, and there are all angles. The black man inside is dressed in casual clothes, some are in military uniforms, and there is even one picture standing next to an armored vehicle with some oil paint on his face.

"Lu & Ken & Junta. Now forty-six years old, the current ruler, president, and commander of the military of G country in East Africa. Of course, he prefers to call him "General Junta". G country has a population of only 4.6 million, and its land area is only about one and a half. This person was originally a young military general in G country, and has participated in six regional military wars... Of course, from our perspective, those so-called wars can only be regarded as small conflicts. Three years ago, he led the army to launch a coup, overthrew the original government, and executed the original president of G country, and was also a general." Comrade Ren said this and smiled and said, "In Africa, the heads of state of small countries came to power through coups, which is common." Then he continued: "General Junta currently controls the vast majority of the country's army, and his political tendencies are unknown, that is to say... well..."

Suddenly, I said, "If you have milk, you are the mother."

Comrade Ren was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly, "So that can be said." Then he sighed: "Which of these small countries in Africa is not like this? When they face the United States, they need to provide assistance to negotiate conditions. When facing the Japanese tomorrow, they can also turn around and abandon Americans and Japanese... As for us, they are just one of his many cooperation choices, and whoever gives him benefits will tend to whom. This kind of guy has no political direction, he just relies on getting all kinds of resources to consolidate his rule."

"His main source of economic resources is the support of all forces..." Looking at my expression that seemed a little confused, Comrade Ren sighed and whispered: "After all, G country has seats and a legal vote at the United Nations General Assembly. Although he came to power in a coup, he has won the recognition of the United Nations through his head-down compromise with the Americans and the EU. Over the years, all small African countries have been the targets of the power of big powers! You think that a country as powerful as the United States and a large population as China, such a country, is just a vote at the United Nations Conference. And such a small country as an ant is also a vote! ... By the way, in addition to various international support, he also controls a diamond mine and a gold mine, producing about 44 million US dollars a year. These are all regarded as military expenses by him."

Speaking of this, he seemed to smile: "The country he ruled may not be as rich as the wealth of a family in the United States for a year. Even if you, in a few years, you will be much richer than this country."

"If he has any tendencies... it is that he seems to have some special vigilance towards the United States. In recent years, the United States has made great moves in Europe. The annual activity fund allocated by the Langley Building is a considerable number. Many small countries in Africa have coups related to the Americans. Of course, although they did not directly send troops, they can support puppets and even spend money to organize mercenaries. By the way, Africa is the largest golden area for mercenaries to survive in the world! The most famous mercenary organizations in the world are all here! Behind the mercenaries, the water is actually very deep, and basically the major mercenaries active in Africa are supported by the forces of major powers behind them. The actions they carry out are all with strong political purposes."

I whistled and said lightly: "Africa... Such a large continent, with vast land and abundant resources, but the local forces here are weak. Of course, it will attract foreign covetousness."

Comrade Ren smiled, then he snapped and turned off the slide projector. Then he turned on the light in the room.
Chapter completed!