I listened to your advice and finally became a male god.

Chapter 380 Disarming
Zhang Yang actually had a very clear plan.

Chris was willing to accompany him on this journey, and to some extent, she was already prepared to lose her life.

Everything has a price, including life.

Zhang Yang was just moved by Chris's sincerity and was willing to pay the money in advance.

"Are you sure you want to buy my life?" Chris did not resist Zhang Yang's action, but just whispered, "One million US dollars, is it expensive?"

"Very reasonable, very in line with the market." Zhang Yang smiled and let go of Chris's chin, then put his hand down. "Give me an account, I'll arrange for someone to transfer the money. Don't worry, the money will be transferred before we leave."

The salary of mercenaries is not as high as imagined.

Too many former special forces soldiers are paid a basic salary and do dangerous jobs. The only thing that counts as a large sum of money is the death pension, which ranges from hundreds of thousands to one million US dollars.

Chris didn't make a wild offer.

Chris was stunned. She seemed to have not expected Zhang Yang to be so straightforward and agreed immediately.

"Mr. Zhang, thank you for your trust. If anyone wants to hurt you, they have to step over my dead body."

"Do I look like... I need protection?" Zhang Yang half-jokingly asked, "Do you think I'm weak?"

Chris's eyes turned to Zhang Yang and she suddenly smiled.

"Although you have a body that fascinates women and makes men feel inferior, a good body does not mean strength. In my eyes, you still need to be protected."

"Take off your armor." Zhang Yang said a word that made Chris a little confused.

She looked confused.

"It seems you don't understand what I mean." Zhang Yang smiled and explained the meaning of the word.

"So that's how it is!" Chris suddenly realized, "If you insist on regaining your self-esteem in this regard, I..."

"Take off your armor!" Zhang Yang repeated.

"Okay." Chris gently took off her bulletproof vest, revealing her proud figure underneath.

"Go on." Zhang Yang said.

Chris obeyed.

She took off her equipment one by one, hesitated for a moment, and then took off her camouflage short-sleeved shirt.

One by one they fell down and piled up.

Zhang Yang admired the beautiful scenery in front of him, looking at the mountains and hills, the lush grass...hiss, is this the advantage of race? Under Chris's clothes, she really has a devilish figure.

It's the kind of body that is without a trace of fat, sexy and fit.

"Are you satisfied, Mr. Zhang? Or do I need to do something else?"

"Do something else."

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As the horse galloped, Zhang Yang naturally conquered the wild horse without any effort.

In the lounge at the side of the office, the African sunshine shines on the loose blonde hair and the smooth and toned back.

"Mr. Zhang, you are indeed as strong as a lion. I take back what I said before." Chris turned around and smiled with bright eyes and white teeth. She didn't mind showing her whole self in front of Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang rested his hands on his arms, his figure bathed in the sun was as perfect as an ancient Greek statue.

He certainly wasn't trying to prove himself.

Just kidding, only people who lack confidence are eager to prove themselves.

He just...well, he has been in Africa for a while. In this impoverished land where sows can be treated as Diao Chan, there is a stunningly beautiful blonde like Chris.

Naturally, he would look for an opportunity to touch it.

It's normal and reasonable.

"Go take a shower. I'll arrange for someone to transfer the money to you." Zhang Yang said with a smile, "By the way, who is the recipient of the money?"

"My sister." Chris stood up naked. "She suffers from a rare disease. The new drug that has just been launched is very effective, but it is expensive."

She stood beside Zhang Yang, leaned over, and gave him a passionate kiss filled with gratitude.

"Thank you."

Feeling the heat and exotic charm of this British beauty, Zhang Yang watched her go into the bathroom and then made a phone call to arrange this matter.

One million dollars can't buy you a loss or a scam.

Does Chris think her value is to provide close protection, or to block bullets at critical moments?

But in fact Zhang Yang doesn't need these.

All he needed was a weapons consultant, and this weapons consultant was a blonde British girl who could help him solve problems anytime and anywhere.

What’s a bit ridiculous is that this one million US dollars was actually paid out of the annual security fund of 300 million US dollars.

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In the following time, everything around the mine was calm, so quiet that it was a little eerie.

Since Zhang Yang refused to send additional personnel, the local government did not send additional personnel. Not only did it not send additional personnel, it even withdrew all the police and militia originally deployed on the periphery.

Ok.

Although the local militia and police officers did not have strong combat effectiveness, as mentioned before, they were also an invisible deterrent, telling the surrounding forces that they were under their protection.

And now, these actions undoubtedly send a signal.

There is no one behind the mine anymore and the local government no longer provides protection.

The mine suddenly became like an isolated and helpless fortress, being stared at by many pairs of eyes.

"Are you warning me?" Zhang Yang stood on a high place, looking at the empty periphery, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

According to the original mine investment agreement, the local government is obliged to provide protection measures including but not limited to garrisoning troops. Now even the originally deployed protection forces have been withdrawn, which is undoubtedly a violation of the agreement.

No matter whether you withdraw or not, everything depends on yourself.

Hit a punch to avoid a hundred punches.

Suddenly, an alarm sounded in the distance.

Wherever the naked eye can see, waves of skinny, baggy-clad militants rushing towards us, waving AKs in their hands.

There aren't many people, but they are scattered in groups.

Looking back, he saw his own mining protection team rapidly gathering inside the mine.

In addition to the one hundred elite members, the remaining four hundred newly recruited members have completely changed their aura after this period of training.

After a moment, with warning shots fired, the two groups finally exchanged fire.

Zhang Yang was not in a hurry at all.

In his opinion, these idle armed elements who were trying to extort money were just giving heads to his mining protection team and becoming tools for him to hone the practical experience of the mining protection team.

You don't need to look at the result to know who wins or loses.

Sure enough, after only about ten minutes, the gunfire gradually stopped.

The outcome has been decided.

Total annihilation, another crushing victory.

"Mr. Zhang, all the armed elements attacking outside have been wiped out!" The mining protection team rushed to report the results of the battle.

"Well done, keep training." Zhang Yang encouraged with a smile.

"Yes, Mr. Zhang."

Five hundred people returned to the training grounds, sweating profusely and making rapid progress.

In such days, the 400 new members of the mine protection team were either training on the training ground or going out from time to time to fight off the small groups of armed elements who came to invade. In the tempering of guns and fire, everyone was making rapid progress.

Almost an army.

Once all the equipment is in place, his 500-man mining protection team will experience a terrifying increase in combat power.

Zhang Yang occasionally feels emotional, and feels that he has more and more identities.

Super-rich people, entrepreneurs, martial arts masters, mine owners...now, they have even gone deep into war-torn Africa to develop their own armed forces to protect their industries.

No one has a more complicated identity than him.

During his time in Africa, he did not need to worry too much about any domestic industries, because they all had their own professional managers, and they were running and developing in an orderly manner.

It’s interesting to think about it.

The boss that his employees imagine is probably eating and drinking well, freely picking up girls and flying around the world.

But who could have imagined that, in fact, their boss is now in Africa, surrounded by a deserted place. Although the living environment is not difficult, it is certainly not comparable to the extremely abundant material life in China.

That day, Zhang Yang suddenly received a call.

Hogni's men are here.

In the office, Chris was tying a tactical dagger to her body and checking her personal equipment over and over again, even though she knew that most of these things would have to be handed over before meeting Hogni.

"Mr. Zhang, I'm fine."

Everything was ready. Chris straightened her chest, looking heroic and with an indescribable sense of heroism.

On this trip, she was naturally Zhang Yang's nominal bodyguard.

"Okay, let's go." Zhang Yang looked relaxed, not feeling like he was about to go deep into the tiger's den.

Compared with Chris's solemn expression at the moment, the difference is obvious.

After all, Zhang Yang felt that this trip was just to discuss business, what was the big deal.

As for the breakdown of the negotiations? The other party turned hostile?
Well, it's possible, but so what?

Although he is unarmed, he has the most terrifying trump card.

A moment later, in front of the mine gate, Zhang Yang gave a few simple instructions, then he and Chris got into a military Hummer that had been waiting at the gate for a long time.

At the mine, he has 500 mining protection team members. Unless the attack is by planes, tanks, and artillery, there is no need to worry about other situations.

As for whether there will really be planes and cannons coming to cause trouble?

Even if the local government sits idly by, it will not allow planes, tanks and artillery to come and wreak havoc.

"Where are you going?" Zhang Yang got into the car and looked at the strange black man driving the car.

"Mr. Zhang, you will know the specific location when you get there. I am only responsible for driving." The black man turned his head slightly and grinned.

Along the way, Zhang Yang strolled leisurely, admiring the boundless land outside the car window, which was barren but full of wealth.

Beside him, Chris was on high alert the whole time, keeping tense and alert for any unexpected situations that might happen at any time.

But in reality, nothing happened along the way.

They thought the journey would not be long, but it was not until the Hummer took them all the way to a small airport that Zhang Yang realized that everything had just begun.

At the small airport, a transport helicopter was waiting.

"Mi-26 Russian helicopter." Chris whispered in Zhang Yang's ear. "Mr. Zhang, this is indeed Hogni's style."

Zhang Yang nodded, and without hesitation, he walked straight towards the Mi-26.

In a moment, the Mi-26 circled up, went straight into the sky, and flew towards the vast African sky.

Zhang Yang and Chris sat in the cabin, watching the ground getting farther and farther away, and then they saw the African land in the distance. For a moment, they didn't know where they were going to fly to.

They said Hogni's whereabouts were kept secret, but now it seems that he was too cautious.

The flight lasted several hours.

The earth's topography has changed several times, into wasteland, Gobi, and grassland.

At this moment, there is an endless dense forest below.

According to this distance and direction, this place must have left the territory of Kongo and flown towards an unknown place.

"Mr. Zhang, someone will be picking us up on the ground soon, and we will be landing soon." The pilot turned around and reminded.

After a moment, the Mi-26 shook slightly and landed steadily.

The hatch opened and someone came to greet us.

"Mr. Zhang." Daniel, who I had just met a while ago, came up to me with a smile, "Welcome."

"Hello." Zhang Yang nodded casually, stepped off the helicopter, and looked at the cars waiting nearby. "So how long will it take? Can I see your boss?"

"You'll know when you get in the car." Daniel made an inviting gesture.

There was another long and bumpy ride in the car.

There were dense trees on both sides and no reference points. I didn't know how long it was before the car finally stopped.

Ahead in the wilderness, a huge building rose from the ground, like a bunker. Surrounding the bunker, there were electric fences, dense cameras, and heavily deployed security personnel.

Zhang Yang took a quick look and saw bodyguards standing guard with machine guns on the lookout posts around the building.

The security measures seemed strict, but Zhang Yang only saw a big arms dealer who was afraid of death.

This Hogeni sold arms and fanned the flames on the African continent, indirectly causing war and death. Naturally, countless people regarded him as a thorn in their side.

As long as he doesn't die, there will be many people who can't sleep day and night.

"Mr. Zhang, please come this way." Daniel got out of the car and led the way.

At the entrance of the huge fortress, security personnel came up and signaled.

"Please leave your sidearms behind."

Chris frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment, and handed over the Colt pistol she was carrying.

"Please hand over the dagger as well." The burly security guard glanced at Chris' waist.

Chris took a deep breath, put her hands on her waist, and hesitated.

For a qualified security guard, being unarmed means a great sense of insecurity. Even if she handed over her gun, she subconsciously still wanted to keep a tactical dagger with her.

"Chris, leave it to him." Zhang Yang took a look and raised his chin to signal.

'Okay, Mr. Zhang.'

Zhang Yang spoke, and Chris no longer hesitated. She took out the tactical dagger she carried with her and handed it to the bodyguard in front of her.

At this moment, she was truly defenseless.

Everything is ready and the door will open naturally.

Zhang Yang and Chris stepped into the heavily guarded bunker and headed deeper.

Along the way, with Zhang Yang's six senses and five senses, he could naturally feel many eyes cast on him, and even guns pointed at him in invisible places.

He smiled inconspicuously.

As long as he wanted at this moment, let alone using the no-injury card, even if he didn't use it, he could remove all the targets aimed at him in an instant.

He can't dodge bullets in an absolute sense.

But to some extent, he can show the effect of dodging bullets.

(End of this chapter)