Half a month later, the Ocean Ship leaned against the shore on a remote island in South Africa.

Although it was almost late at night, the island was still blazing with blazing flames. In the huge diamond mines, simple elevators were operating up and down.

There were ragged and pale-faced workers everywhere, and they were exhausted from drilling and drilling under the supervision and beating of a group of armed men.

Containers were transported to the island and opened one after another. The strong feces stench suddenly dissipated. For half a month, all the workers were locked in the container. There was a hole as big as a bowl on the box, and all the food and water were sent into it.

"Fuck, a lot of them died."

The foreman holding a whip checked the laborers slowly crawling out of the container and cursed loudly.

"Will we really get paid for our salary when we work here?"

A thin man had just emerged from the container and looked timidly at the foreman who was one head taller than him.

The heavy whip thrust hard on him, and the foreman grinned and said, "Pay the salary? If you don't want to die, just work hard, piglet!"

Several haggard workers shouted in panic: "Didn't you say you're going to get a salary? If not, we'll stop doing it!"

"No?"

The foreman waved the whip in his hand coldly, and several armed men immediately raised their muzzles, and the fire snakes blasted, and the workers screamed and fell into a pool of blood.

"Now, no one is talking nonsense anymore, right?"

The foreman sternly said: "Give them the tools immediately and teach these piglets how to work tonight!"

"Boss, there is a half-dead person here."

A big man kicked Feng Zhaohara, who had crawled out of the container with force. His whole body was dirty and he was squinting like a spasm on the ground. The blood vessels under his skin burst out astonishingly, his ears trembled slightly, as if he was experiencing some strange mutation.

With a "swish", the whip whipped on his back like a snake. The foreman roared fiercely: "Don't pretend to be dead, get up quickly!"

Feng Zhaoyuan opened her eyes in confusion, with the blazing flames and the flowing blood, a snow-white fox appeared and appeared faintly.

In the night sky, a golden full moon quietly hung, turned into a miserable white place.

The bones all over the body suddenly burst violently, Feng Zhaoyuan roared to the sky, his ragged clothes cracked into pieces, and shot everywhere like butterflies.

His eyes turned into a star, agile and illusory!

"Rumbling--"

A roar suddenly sounded in the night sky, and dozens of dark green combat helicopters appeared without warning, hovering over the island.

The armed men raised their heads in shock, and a loud warning sounded on the helicopter: "We are the United Nations Special Operations Team, we are the United Nations Special Operations Team. You are surrounded. Please put down your weapons within ten minutes and reiterate them. Put down your weapons within ten minutes and give up resistance, otherwise we will forcefully take action."

"Fuck, fire!"

The foreman cursed angrily, picked up the machine gun on his chest and fired wildly into the sky.

The island was suddenly in chaos, and armed men raised their guns to resist. The helicopters in the air immediately returned to their colors. Amid the deafening sound of gunfire, fire snakes intertwined into a dazzling net of light in the night.

The workers began to run around.

An armed man suddenly stared at the turbulent sea surface and shouted in horror: "No, it's a submarine!"

Three small submarines broke through the waves and appeared in front of the island. Fully armed United Nations special forces flocked to the island and quickly climbed the Shanghai island, launching a ruthless attack on the stubborn and stubborn men.

With the cooperation of air firepower, the battle quickly became a one-sided situation. The stubborn people were shot dead, while the rest were holding their heads in despair and squatting on the ground in despair.

A Black Hawk helicopter landed slowly from the air.

"What a beautiful battle."

In the cabin, the driver looked back respectfully and said to Major General James: "Clear this illegal underworld mine and you can retire with honor."

James looked down at the island with dazzling fire and sighed. He was fifty-four years old and was the director of the United Nations Special Operations Department for twenty years. Now he is about to retire and leave his post. He can't help but feel a little emotional.

"What is that?"

James stared at the island and shouted.

A white shadow was running rapidly on the island, with agile posture, but very strange. From a distance, it looked like a fox chased by a hunting dog.

"Notify all team members and intercept that thing! You will capture it alive!"

James decisively ordered.

Dozens of special operations team members immediately rushed up, but Bai Ying was extremely flexible and often reached out to catch him, but he was strangely dodged left and right, and was killed in vain.

"They said they were alone, and they seemed to be a laborer!"

The driver said to James in shock.

The helicopter landed on the island. James got out of the cabin. He looked at the white shadow running not far away in disbelief and exclaimed: "My Jesus Christ is really a person!"

Hundreds of team members finally surrounded Bai Ying and slowly approached, trapping him in the middle.

"Don't hurt him!"

James ran over in surprise while giving orders.

This is a handsome Asian boy, who looks like he is seventeen or eighteen years old. His clothes have almost become fragments. His snow-white skin has a strange warm luster, which makes him very pleasing to the eye.

"Who are you? What's your name? What's your identity here?"

James asked, and then he remembered that the other party was an oriental person and could not understand his English at all.

"Who am I? Where is this?"

To James' expectation, the other party could speak very standard London English.

"Don't you know? This is a private secret mine in South Africa. After we checked, it is illegal to buy laborers to mine diamonds and conduct black market transactions."

"Why am I here? How could I be sold to a mine as a laborer? Who am I?"

"It seems like you have lost your memory?"

James frowned and joked: "Are you really an earthling? When I saw you running, I thought it was an alien coming."

"Feng Zhaohara! I seem to be called Feng Zhaohara!"

"Did you remember?"

Feng Zhaoyuan's eyes lit up, and then he shook his head: "I can't remember the rest."

"That's a pity. If you can confirm your identity, we can send you home."

"Why am I sold here to be a miner? Why can't I remember anything? Something incredible must have happened to me."

Feng Zhaoyuan pondered, and he seemed to have become a different person. His former weak aura disappeared, and replaced by a pair of eyes full of radiant spirits, full of wisdom and supernatural powers.

"Do you need help? Lady?"

James looked at Huoshihara with concern.

After thinking hard for a long time, Feng Zhaoyuan shook her head dejectedly and said with regret: "I really can't remember anything except my name. Dear sir, what are you going to deal with me?"

"If you have nothing to do with the gangsters on the island, we will certainly let you leave freely."

"leave."

Feng Zhaoyuan murmured: "When I leave this place, where should I go?"

James looked at him sympathetically: "First find a job, then try to slowly restore your past memory, poor child."

"But, where should I find a job? Sir, can you provide me with a job?"

"Work? Oh my god. Do you have any skills? Maybe, maybe I can think of a solution."

Perhaps it was because of the time when he met, James had an inexplicable favor for this young man who was elegant and well-educated in his words. Seeing that the other party was begging each other, he couldn't help but feel compassion.

"Sir, you may have been living a single life recently. You live a frugal life and must have no other hobbies besides smoking. Also, you are a left-handed."

Feng Zhaoyuan looked at James carefully and said.

James opened his eyes wide in surprise: "How do you know this?"

"There is no ring on your left ring finger, which is a sign of singleness for Westerners. You have a lot of military ranks on your chest, which shows that you will not be short of money, but your watch is very old and the collar of the white shirt is a bit yellow, which means you live a frugal life. Your left middle finger is yellow and black, which is a sign of frequent smoking, but on your left hand, it proves that you are used to smoking with your left hand. I'll try to guess that you are a left-handed."

"Haha, it's amazing."

James laughed happily and said, "This is the first time I have seen such a keen observation and such a chain of thinking in real life."

"What kind of work can I do?"

Thinking of Feng Zhaohara's strange and amazing running posture just now, his extremely agile mind, and an extremely bold idea suddenly popped up James' mind.
Chapter completed!