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Chapter 1181: Africa Strategy (First Update, Please Subscribe)
"Cut off a head and two more will grow."

Hydra is the "Hydra" in Western mythology. As a secret intelligence agency, only a very few people know that its predecessor was the overseas intelligence network of the Third Reich. After the fall of the Third Reich, it was transformed into the "Hydra".

In a way, Hydra is the other side of SIS.

However, the two organizations are independent of each other. Unlike the Secret Intelligence Service, Hydra is even more secretive. Even until now, the outside world still knows nothing about it. At most, it is mentioned in the secret reports of intelligence agencies such as the CIA and KGB - there is a secret intelligence organization called Hydra, and there is no other extra information.

Which country does Hydra belong to?
No way to know.

Where is the headquarters located?

No one knows.

All these are secrets. The secret is so deep that sometimes many "Hydra" members may not realize that they are "Hydra", at least not at the beginning.

Even the Red Skull - Berlin himself, did not know that he was "Hydra" at the beginning. Even though he was the founder of "Hydra", he did not know it at the beginning.

Now everyone knows that Hydra and MI6 are actually two sides of the same coin.

Berlin was sitting in the office at this time, and Nine-Headed Snake and the Secret Intelligence Service were facing each other.

Cheng Pengan was sitting opposite Berlin, looking at the report. The pages of the report were clipped to a bunch of photos on a low coffee table in front of him.

"So, you planned all this more than ten years ago?"

Cheng Pengan asked back.

"It was not me who planned all this, but Your Excellency."

Quietly lighting a cigarette and taking a puff, Berlin said:
"More than a decade before you left France, I met with you once. At that time, the defeat of the Third Reich was inevitable. We discussed a lot, including issues such as the training of agents, and of course, the post-war independence wave."

Berlin stood up and slowly walked to the window. The scenery outside the window was picturesque. Looking at the scenery outside the window, he fell into deep thought again. From the current point of view, your predictions were all correct and have been verified one by one.

"At that time, His Excellency pointed out that the rule of white Africa would eventually come to an end, and that Africa would definitely replace the rule of the colonists in the future. Therefore, we need to make some preparations in advance - prepare some Africans who belong to us."

"Our Africans?"

Turning around from the direction facing a row of large windows, Berlin looked at Cheng Pengan and said.

"You've read the information. Our agents in Africa have selected a group of local children and tested their IQ and other aspects to ensure that they can learn and master modern knowledge. In the past ten years, they have been studying and training. Although most of them are between 20 and 22 years old, one thing is certain: their loyalty to us is definitely not a problem."

Walking back to the table, Berlin pointed at the report and said to Cheng Pengan:

"So, they are our people. If we want to do something in Africa, they are the most suitable. They are more suitable than anyone else. At least, they are our people, and this is the most important thing."

"You are right, but..."

After looking at the report, Cheng Pengan asked:

"Can we really control them? After all, they may become the head of a country in the future."

"Loyalty is relative, and it's important that we have a plan B."

Turning his gaze to Cheng Pengan, Berlin said:
"For now, this is our best option."

"Well, Your Excellency has agreed, then..."

Cheng Pengan took a look at the report and said:

"Let's just elect a president!"

“Not just the president, but also the ministers and generals. After all, we are creating a country!”

"Not one, but a dozen, maybe even more."

"Haha, luckily, we have several schools like this, the only difference is whether they are French or English."

……

A helicopter took off with a roar at Yongding Airport. After the helicopter took off, Zhang Fei, who was sitting in the cabin, flipped through the documents in his hand from time to time.

There were several photos attached to the documents. When he was looking through them, he would sometimes draw a few lines on the files with a pen, and occasionally open the documents for comparison. While comparing the documents, the plane flew towards its destination.

More than an hour later, the helicopter landed on a small island.

Although there is no port around the island, there is an airport on the island. There are several F1 Thunder fighters and Butcher Birds parked at the airport. There are some simple buildings near the airport. After the plane landed, the man kept walking towards a Warrior off-road vehicle. As soon as he got in the car, he asked.

"What are they doing?"

"In training."

Soon they arrived at a building near the airport. As soon as they entered, they heard voices coming from inside. The teacher was giving a lecture, and the students who were listening in the class were actually a group of black people.

Although it is not well known, one thing is certain: it is very difficult for black people to enter Nanyang. There are always some unspoken rules in Nanyang. Generally speaking, unless you hold a diplomatic passport, it is almost impossible for black people to enter Nanyang. However, no one cares about their plight now. Of course, the situation has changed slightly in the end - because the Olympic Games will be held in October, the Exit and Entry Administration deliberately showed mercy and verbally notified various ports to allow black people to enter. After all, there are many black athletes in the United Kingdom and the United States.

Well, some concessions are always needed. After all, Lewis also entered the Berlin Olympics that year.

But looking at these black youths in front of him, both men and women, Zhang Fei could feel that they must have come here many years ago.

"ten years!"

At this time, the principal next to him said:
"Ten years ago, they came here to study and train. There are currently 10 people, including 178 girls. Most of them have received medical and educational training. Although these people do not have a university diploma, their educational level is not inferior to that of college students."

After that, the principal pointed at a student who was answering questions through the window and said:
"He is Joseph Cardo, and he is the best in every way."

Zhang Fei shook his head and said:
"We don't need the best, we need people who obey us."

As he spoke, he took out a file, handed it to the principal and said:

"It's him I need."

Flipping through the files, the principal asked in confusion.

"He, he's not that good?"

"Because he is not excellent, he understands that everything he has comes from us. Once we lose our support, he will immediately fall back to his original state!"

After he finished speaking, Zhang Fei continued:
"Okay, arrange a room for me. I want to see him."

……

A passenger plane landed at the Northern Rhodesia Airport. A young black passenger got off the plane with other passengers. Although he was black, it could be seen from his dress that he was an educated black man.

Still black, though!

After passing through customs, he saw a sign with his name on it outside the airport lobby - Joseph Cardo. So he walked over and asked in French.

"Sir, I am Andre Cardo."

"Ah, Mr. Cardo, I'm the driver sent by Charlie Mining Company to pick you up, Mengmeng."

The black driver took the luggage respectfully and carried the suitcase into a Land Rover. Land Rover is relatively more popular in many places in Africa. Along the way, Joseph occasionally chatted with them. He had been away from Congo for eleven years and could not even speak the indigenous language, but this did not matter. As everyone knew, French was the language of the upper-class black people.

"Mr. Cardo, I heard that you have been studying in Belgium and France, right?"

On the way to Katanga, Mengmeng asked:
"Yes."

Belgium? Of course, Cardo knew what it was like. In school, he and other students had learned about Belgium and France through photos and movies. But they only knew about them. In fact, he had never been there.

Of course, in his future experiences, studying in Belgium and France will become one of the most important experiences in his life.

"You are really amazing. Mr. Charlie has arranged everything for you. He ordered me to bring you to Katanga within three days. Then, he will take you to the President's banquet..."

When Mengmeng was telling all this, what he didn't know was that on this day, the butterflies flapped their wings. Right here, on this dark continent, those butterflies were destined to change everything here as they flapped their wings.

But no one knows now.

Three days later, Cardo finally returned to his hometown after a long absence. In the mining company where he received education, he met Mr. Charlie, a Belgian. When Charlie saw him, he smiled and said:

"Welcome home, Mr. Cardo!"

Mr. Cardo!

Yes, now he is Mr. Kadu, and at some point in the future he will become the President of Katanga like Tshombe.

"Mr. Charlie, thank you for your care all the time. I want to know, can I join the army?"

"Of course, now that Katanga has just gained independence, people are needed everywhere, including soldiers."

Charlie laughed.

"But don't worry now. I will introduce you to the president. Now you should have a good rest. It must have been very hard for you on this journey."

Entering the company's dormitory, looking at the air conditioner at the window and feeling the pleasant temperature indoors, Kadu raised the corners of his mouth and said softly:

"Okay, Kadu, from now on, you have to work hard towards that goal. Whether you become the head of the snake or the body of the snake depends on your efforts!"

Talking to himself, Kadu turned on the radio, wanting to listen to some music. After turning a few bands, the radio began to blare news:

"A military coup took place in Ethiopia early this morning. Emperor Haile Selassie I has been controlled by the coup soldiers..."

The news on the radio surprised Kadu:
"This...can't it be the action of Hydra?"

(End of this chapter)