Become a super arms dealer with the workshop system

Chapter 30 Late Night Visit
Because of this, they have a group of "military volunteers" who are used to do things that are not convenient to disclose, and do everything possible to slow down the opponent's pace.

Also, by the way, save these Afrikaners who are in dire straits.

After all, compared to the original suzerain country that was completely exhausted, those who engaged in the exchange of interests were simply saviors.

The convoy's itinerary was very precise. When they crossed the border between Congo and CAF, it was close to dusk, so they would arrive in Boda around midnight to rest.

According to the information provided by Raven, the Belgians would not move at night, so they were very safe.

This past day was a good day for Han Feng. He contacted Suonda in the morning and ordered three AGS17 grenade launchers. When it was almost dinner time, he received a call from Abel, saying that the city hall needed business. talk to him.

After meeting the mayor of Esper, who was more than two meters tall, Han Feng learned the specific content of the so-called "business".

Since Abel failed to help the city hall retrieve the lost truck, Mayor Esper had to allocate funds to repair and continue to use two old trucks that were about to be scrapped.

In the past, this kind of work had to go to Mbaiki in the south to hire people at a high price. Now that there is Hanfeng's factory, it is natural that the fat and water will not flow to outsiders.Generally speaking, the staff of the town hall in Borda will all get off work before seven o'clock in the evening.

But today, Mr. Mayor suddenly wanted to invite Mr. Han Feng to stay for dinner on a whim. During the dinner, he drank a little more wine unexpectedly and reasonably.

As a result, until almost midnight, Esper still pulled Han Feng and stood in front of the large window of the city hall, facing the almost dark city outside, imagining his future plans.

It should be said that Esper should have seen some of the market, and if his ambitious ideas are put in other places: China, Europe or even South America, there is a possibility of success.

It's a pity that this is Africa. Borda is a place that cannot even provide 7*24 uninterrupted power supply throughout the city. For a long time, many of Esper's ideas can only exist in his own mind. Today It was also through the drunkenness that he had the opportunity to tell Han Feng.

At this time, the mayor's bodyguard opened the door and walked in.

This is not the first time tonight.

"Mr. Mayor, it's too late, Madam may have to wait in a hurry."

Relying on his extraordinary hearing, Han Feng could hear the bodyguard saying this in the mayor's ear.

"..."

Thinking of what Abel told him a few days ago, Han Feng couldn't guess who the mayor's wife was waiting for.

At this moment, he even felt that Esper in front of him was a very pitiful person.

He is in a high position, but he is in a place like Afrika, where he has nowhere to show his fists. He has a beautiful wife, but the bodyguards around him have worn a green hat countless times...

Han Feng turned around slightly, and used the movement of wiping his mouth with the handkerchief to cover up his uncontrollable expression.

At that moment, he saw the cufflinks on the mayor's sleeve again. This time, due to the closer distance, he was sure that it was exactly the same as the one he found in the salt mine that day.

The mayor once again rejected the bodyguard, who had no choice but to shake his head helplessly, and turned away for the nth time.

From Han Feng's perspective, he could see the anxious and impatient expression on the bodyguard's face.

"Fuck, the mayor's wife isn't really waiting for him..." Han Feng looked at the back of the bodyguard and couldn't help but slander.

"By the way, Mr. Mayor." Han Feng put down his glass. He has a good capacity for alcohol, but he still got a little drunk after drinking with the other party all night: "Your pair of cufflinks are nice, can I ask where you bought them from?" of?"

Han Feng wanted to ask this question last time, but there were too many people at the banquet, so it has been delayed until now.

"Oh... this, it's... my wife gave it to me, I... go back and ask... ask her." Esper's drinking capacity is average, and he drinks more than Han Feng. It's all tied up a bit.

"Mr. Mayor, I am very happy to hear your development plan for Boda tonight, but I think your bodyguard is right, and it is time to end."

Normally, Han Feng didn't like to be interrupted, but he was really annoyed by Esper, and even hoped that the other party's bodyguard or wife would come and take the mayor away by force.

Han Feng regretted it a bit. If he had known that the quality of Esper's wine was so bad, he should have signed the contract in advance, so as not to have long nights and dreams, and now he had to postpone it until tomorrow.

"Okay...well, since you said that too..." Esper lost interest when he saw this, and shook his head in a little disappointment.

Han Feng let out a long sigh of relief. He is actually not good at dealing with this kind of situation, especially in a one-on-one situation.

The mess left by the dinner will naturally be cleaned up by the staff the next day. Han Feng turned off the lights in the living room casually, leaving only the dim light on both sides of the corridor in the whole building—the power supply situation of the city hall and the police station Naturally better than other places.

"Thank you, Mr. Han. If the mayor doesn't go back, I'm afraid my wife will come here directly."

Esper's bodyguard supported his employer, who was a head taller than him, and expressed his gratitude to Han Feng.

"It's okay." Han Feng showed a smile that I understand, and then prepared to leave together.

He habitually took out his mobile phone from his pocket, but found that none of the four calling cards inside had a signal.

"Fucking Afrikaner operator..."

Han Feng shook his head and put the phone back into his pocket. This kind of situation is not common even in Africa.

At this moment, a faint light shone through the window of the city hall. At the same time, Han Feng heard the sound of an engine coming from far away, approaching, and then quickly moving away. It seemed that it was not a car.

For no reason, he thought of the truck that nearly hit him a few nights ago when it was speeding down the road without its headlights on.

Meanwhile, outside Huang Qiao's restaurant.

Five cars stopped on the side of the road one by one, turned off the engine, and about [-] people got out of it.

According to the original plan, they could arrive here around sunset, but there was heavy fog in the mornings of the past few days, which delayed some speed.

"Boss, Chrysanthemum and Raven are here. Let's replenish fuel and food, and continue on the road after a few hours of rest." Echo said, raising the flashlight in his hand, and played a rhythmic video towards the window of Huang Qiao's restaurant. light signal.

A few seconds later, a little light appeared in the room, and then the door was opened, and two figures came out from inside.

Naturally, Antoine and Huang Qiao.

"boss."

Antoine came to Prigogine in the crowd with the faint light of the flashlight, and introduced to the latter: "This is Chrysanthemum, the local boss who has been providing us with local information."

"Hello." Prigogine took two steps forward and extended his hand to Huang Qiao: "On behalf of myself and the Musicians Group, I would like to pay tribute to you."

Huang Qiao had been in a state of brain shutdown just now, and only now did he react, and reached out his hand to hold the other party.

Although it was close to midnight, relying on the moonlight and the flashlight, he could still see clearly that standing around the bald man was a group of well-equipped militants, similar to the ones he had seen in movies in the past.

"Come in first, I have prepared the gasoline and diesel you need, and I have cooked a few dishes, but... maybe not enough for so many people." Huang Qiao looked at the number of people in front of him and scratched his head.

A good-natured laugh broke out from the crowd.

"It's okay, we can eat less." The boss said and walked into the restaurant with Huang Qiao, and the group of people behind followed suit, and the small room instantly became crowded.

Huang Qiao carefully lowered two thick cloth curtains to cover the window, lest the light from candles and flashlights in the room leak outside and attract attention.

During the day, the oil barrels that Huang Qiao and Asha moved in together were piled up in a corner and covered with a layer of rainproof cloth.

"Move these oil drums out first, fill the car with gas, and then take a rest. We will set off before dawn." Echo raised his hand to check the time, then turned around and said to the people behind.

Prigogine's entourage was obviously well-trained and cooperated tacitly. They didn't need more command at all, and they got busy in an orderly manner.

Only Prigogine and one other person sat at a table in the middle of the restaurant.

It took Huang Qiao a while to realize that the woman with short blond hair was a woman. She was wearing the same style of body armor and equipment as the others, but the combat uniform underneath was yellow, and the material seemed to be different.

In addition to the machine gun leaning on the shoulder, there is even a rocket launcher on the back.

This, of course, is Dr. Leila Melnikova.

After that, Huang Qiao noticed three other similarly dressed people among the crowd coming in and out, two men and one woman.

"Mr. Chrysanthemum..." Prigogine looked at Huang Qiao across the table and said in somewhat blunt English.

When Huang Qiao heard this address, she quickly stretched out her hand to signal to stop.

"Boss, when we meet face to face, just call me by my name. My name is Huang Qiao."

The boss shrugged, accepting Huang Qiao's suggestion: "Well, Mr. Huang Qiao, you have lived here for a long time, what do you think of the situation in CAF?"

Looking at the other party's expressionless face, Huang Qiao was not sure whether the other party really wanted to ask her, or if she was simply bored and wanted to find something to talk about.

"I'm just a cook. I can't see too far. I'm helping you guys just to avenge my wife. The Selka Alliance killed all her relatives a few years ago."

Huang Qiao accidentally uttered a Prigogine catchphrase.

The latter picked up a peanut from the table and put it into his mouth, chewed it while thinking for a while, and then slowly said: "The Seleka Alliance... must be our enemy, but I must also fight with Mr. Huang Qiao." You know, in a short period of time, we may not be able to take care of the eastern part of the CAF, which is the base camp of Seleka."

Hearing this, Huang Qiao clenched her fists together: "My wife's hometown is in the north-central part of CAF, in a village in Gribizi Province. I hope I can at least take her back there to have a look. .”

"This is no problem, Mr. Huang Qiao." Prigogine looked at the unattractive man in front of him and stood up slowly: "I assure you."

(End of this chapter)