Reborn South Africa as a police officer

Chapter 2404
I remember that when Rock first bought Port Elizabeth, the oil fields in Persia were full of chaos, and the density of derricks was comparable to that of a hornet's nest, one by one, and the ability to span from one derrick to another was amazing.

At that time, the competition among various oil companies was in a disordered state. When they found an oil well, everyone flocked to exploit it frantically, and replaced it when there was no oil. The scientific development and sustainable development were all jokes. A lot of oil can still be produced, and Adan has made a fortune by buying abandoned oil wells.

Now the technology of oil companies has made great progress compared with that at that time. When major oil companies find oil fields, they are not busy digging wells, but staking the land first, and do not give competitors a chance to get involved.

The situation in North Africa is very special. The war is not over yet, and the ownership of North Africa has not yet been determined. Even if the British want to staking land, they don’t know who to apply for, which leaves opportunities for others.

"Bastards, you can't do this!" Alexander was furious. De Gaulle was too vicious, and he hit the British directly.

De Gaulle just smiled and hit me if he could.

"Aha, I suddenly remembered that I have a meeting in the afternoon—" Eisenhower laughed and left. No matter how powerful the British are, it is impossible to enclose the whole of North Africa.

"Harold, listen to me, put the overall situation first—" Barton said earnestly. He could understand Alexander's mood, but he did not accept Alexander's behavior.

"Wait, you will never succeed." Alexander went away with a livid face, not knowing what else to do to stop the oil companies that were about to swarm in.

It is indeed about to swarm.

The news of the discovery of oil in North Africa by the United Kingdom came out, and oil companies such as Adan Company, Nejs Petroleum, Rockefeller, and Mobil moved upon hearing the news, and everyone wanted a share of the pie.

Who will have trouble with oil? Even the Adan Company, which owns the Persian Gulf, is eyeing the oil fields in North Africa.

Of course it's good to be able to part ways.

Even if they can't be divided, the British cannot be allowed to succeed. At worst, they will be separated.

The efficiency of the oil company was still very high. Three days later, a drilling team from Mobil Oil arrived in Algiers, ready to enter the desert to search for oil.

"The Americans are coming too fast—" Kenny, a senior detective in Brad's office, used a telescope to observe while recording in his notebook at the Algiers dock.

The Americans came prepared, carrying more than ten containers of drilling equipment, and at least hundreds of members, an efficiency that even the Adan Company, which is closer to Algiers, could not achieve.

"This is not a member of Mobil Oil at all." Julian, who is also a senior agent, was careful. The Americans came too hastily, and the "British American Petroleum" logo on the container had not had time to be painted off.

Maybe they didn't want to paint it at all, and deliberately disgusted the British.

In order to compete with the Adam Oil Company, the United States and the United Kingdom jointly established Anglo American Petroleum, which mainly conducts business in Persia.

Anglo-American Petroleum has multiple drilling teams around the Mediterranean Sea. The drilling team that discovered oil in the UK before is also affiliated to Anglo-American Petroleum.

No wonder Eisenhower was so angry.

The oil fields discovered by Anglo-American Petroleum should theoretically be jointly owned by the United Kingdom and the United States.

Now that the British want to monopolize it, Eisenhower must safeguard the interests of the United States.

So whether the relationship is good or not really depends not on blood relationship, but on interests.

"Do you think this will lead to the breakup of Anglo-American oil?" Kenny's intentions are sinister, and Brad's office is doing dirty work.

"It's hard to say—" Julian was not sure, the British and the Americans had no bottom line, as long as there were interests, they could discuss anything.

For southern Africans, there are some bottom line things that cannot be traded, such as territory.

The British and the Americans have no bottom line. A while ago, the UK exchanged territory for destroyers, and no one in the British Congress objected.

The Americans have no bottom line. MacArthur has suggested to the US Congress to abandon the Philippines and replace it with southern Africa. MacArthur has now written his resignation report.

Eisenhower still attached great importance to this drilling team, and sent a US military force to be responsible for the safety of the drilling team. After all the equipment was loaded, the team left the dock under the protection of the US military.

Kenny and Julian packed up their things and retreated. As soon as they reached the corridor, two people came out of the next room.

Both Kenny and Julian knew each other, and they worked for the British Intelligence Service.

To work for the British Intelligence Agency, you don't necessarily have to be a British agent, and you may also be an intelligence broker who relies on selling information for a living.

"Good evening, gentlemen, it looks like you've had a good harvest." Julian took the initiative to say hello, and they would sometimes find information brokers to buy information.

"I have a message about the American drilling team, are you interested?" Intelligence dealers like to make deals with generous Southern Africans.

"Let's hear it—" Julian must be interested.

The intelligence dealer smiled and said nothing, the meaning was obvious, give the money first.

"50?" Julian offered the price.

The intelligence dealer smiled and shook his head, he had to pay more.

"100?" Julian gritted his teeth and smiled. 100 is quite a lot. Some so-called big shots only cost 100 per life.
The informant continued to shake his head.

"Don't be too greedy, you have to spend your life to make money." Julian's smile disappeared. Do you want to blackmail Brad's office?
"1000 rand." The information dealer Lion opened his mouth.

"Hahahaha, goodbye--" Julian and Kenny laughed loudly, this is not the lion's big mouth, but the whale's big mouth.

"Trust me, my news is definitely worth the price—" The intelligence dealer was not in a hurry and was full of confidence.

"200 rand, otherwise it will be treated as if we have not met." Julian still compromised, this is not the first time they have dealt with each other.

The intelligence dealer also knew that money was not easy to make for people in southern Africa, so if the intelligence dealer dared to lie to Julian, he would be dead.

"Someone wants to attack the American drilling team." The intelligence dealer lowered his voice mysteriously.

"Wo Cao, what the hell are you kidding me—" Julian was furious, grabbed the informant by his collar, and picked him up.

Kenny next to him immediately drew his gun and put it on the other guy's forehead.

"Trust me, it's true—" the intelligence dealer said with difficulty.

"I really know it's true. Everyone knows that someone will definitely attack the American drilling team!" Julian was furious. If this guy can provide only so much information, then he is waiting for bad luck.

Death is not enough, it is certain that he will be beaten severely.

The kind that will impress the intelligence dealer.

"Someone sent a batch of weapons from Algiers this morning, southern African standard weapons—" the intelligence dealer turned red and began to roll his eyes.

Julian froze for a moment, then let go slowly.

This is really troublesome.

Southern Africa is the general manager of the Allied Forces. It is not easy to get the southern African standard weapons in Algiers.

In case someone really uses southern African standard weapons to attack the American drilling team, it is really difficult to say clearly.

"I guarantee with my personality that this news is absolutely true—" The intelligence dealer took a deep breath, it felt so good to be able to breathe freely.

Julian didn't speak, took out his wallet and counted the money.

The information dealer was full of anticipation.

There must be no 200, and Julian stopped when he counted to one hundred.

"The agreed two hundred—" the intelligence dealer was not reconciled.

"Do you want to?" Julian stared.

The informant immediately stuffed the money in his pocket.

That's right, earning 100 is 100.

Looking at the backs of Julian and Kenny, the information dealer was triumphant.

"Let's forget it like this?" The guy who was shot in the forehead just now was not reconciled, Nima was too scary.

"Otherwise, what else can we do?" The intelligence dealer has his own way of survival: "Let's go to the Americans and take another share of the money."

This is the right way to make money, and this kind of news should be sold to Americans so that it can be sold at a high price.

Just as Julian said, the high-profile arrival of the US drilling team in Algiers has attracted everyone's attention. Eisenhower is very clear that not only Britain, but also southern Africa and France do not want to see the expansion of US power in North Africa. , so there must be someone behind the scenes.

Eisenhower wanted to expand American influence in North Africa more than oil.

As I said before, Eisenhower was not a simple soldier, but wanted to develop into politics. These are all political achievements, which are more valuable to soldiers than military achievements.

Leading the team to protect the drilling team was Captain Grote, who had received the Distinguished Service Cross in the Battle of Sicily.

The Distinguished Service Cross is second only to the Medal of Honor in the US medal system and is awarded to those who have performed outstanding service in the Army but cannot receive the Medal of Honor.

During the battle in Sicily, Captain Grote led his company into Messina first, made the first contribution to winning the competition between the U.S. Army and the British Army, and won Eisenhower's award.

"Captain, there is a telegram from the headquarters telling us to be careful of enemy attacks." Captain Occam, Grote's deputy, led a tank company.

In order to provide the drilling team with the greatest degree of protection, Eisenhower sent a tank company equipped with "Sherman", which is enough to ensure the safety of the drilling team.

No matter how intriguing the Allied Forces are, they must at least maintain superficial cooperation. Therefore, the enemy attacking the drilling team cannot be too powerful, and it is impossible to have heavy army weapons such as tanks.

The "Sherman" was incapable of dealing with No. [-] and No. [-], and it was still very sure against infantry equipped with only light weapons. Occam even looked forward to the enemy appearing soon, so that he might also get a Distinguished Service Cross.

"We should call a reconnaissance plane, so that the enemy has nowhere to hide." Grote frowned. They have now entered the desert. If they use planes for reconnaissance in the sky, they can indeed strike first.

"Good idea——" Occam retracted the turret to send a telegram. American tanks are now equipped with radios, and their communication capabilities have been greatly improved.

Grote looked down again at his Thomson, his most trusted companion.

The convoy was moving very slowly. The traffic conditions in the desert were so bad that there were no roads. The trucks were dragging heavy drilling equipment. The technicians and soldiers were sitting in the trucks sweating profusely. It felt cool, but was poured a mouthful of sand instead, and the wind was scorching hot.

A half-track reconnaissance vehicle is coming quickly. This kind of reconnaissance vehicle uses a motorcycle engine. The front wheels are rubber tires and the rear is two tracks. It can adapt to various terrains. The US military was also inspired by the southern African army. A scout vehicle.

Of course, it must be produced in the United States, and the basic industrial capabilities of the United States are still good.

"Captain, we searched ten kilometers forward, and everything is normal." The scout was wearing goggles, his face full of wind and sand.

"Continue to investigate—" Grote has high requirements for the troops. The current American soldiers are no longer recruits who have just arrived in North Africa.

When the American soldiers first arrived in North Africa, they were simply a disgrace to the Allied Forces. During the early battles in North Africa and Sicily, the US military suffered successive setbacks and suffered heavy losses, embarrassing Eisenhower.

Now that some U.S. troops have accumulated some experience, the Americans have begun to try to imitate southern African tactics, making full use of their advantages in firepower and equipment to consume the enemy alive.

When the southern African troops were fighting, the military observers of the US military could observe the whole process, which gave the Americans a chance to steal their lessons.

In the eyes of U.S. military observers, the combat of the southern African army is actually not so miraculous. First, it is bombed by planes, and then the ground is washed by artillery.

If the attack is frustrated, go through the above procedure again until the enemy completely collapses.

The U.S. military can completely replicate this violent style of play. Although the performance of U.S. bombers is not as good as that of southern African bombers, and although the protection of American tanks is not as good as that of southern African tanks, it is still no problem to beat Italians.

Not to mention the chicken tile dog on the North African side.

Since the regular army cannot be dispatched, it can only be scattered soldiers, not just local chickens and dogs.

As the convoy continued to move forward, a truck loaded with drilling equipment accidentally fell into a sand trap, sinking deeper and deeper.

"Use a tank to pull it out—" Grote looked at the sky, probably going to camp in the wild today.

The horsepower of the tank engine is still greater than that of the truck engine, and the two tanks pulled together to pull the truck out of the sand pit.

Then another truck broke down, and Groat was devastated.

Surrounded by a pack of wolves, dangers are everywhere, and the situation on his side is still constant, and Grote's bad premonition is getting stronger and stronger.

The broken down truck hadn't been repaired, and there was a sudden roar of machine guns in the distance.

This voice is very familiar to Grote, it is a general-purpose machine gun in southern Africa——

Wait, a general-purpose machine gun!

Alarm bells rang in Grote's heart. The US military is not equipped with general-purpose machine guns.

"Where's our plane?" Grote urgently needed a reconnaissance plane at this time.

"God knows, maybe the pilot lost his way—" Occam's American humor, never thought of it but said it right.

The pilot of the reconnaissance plane was indeed lost. There was no GPS at this time. Finding a convoy in the vast desert was as difficult as finding a needle in a haystack.

(End of this chapter)