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Chapter 1030 Desert Fox
The convoy was speeding along the winding dirt road in the middle of the jungle, and about an hour and a half later, a construction site appeared in front of Xia Long.

More precisely, this is a mine.

Diamond mines.

This is one of the three diamond mines controlled by Desert Fox, probably the most important one, so Mandela himself sits here.

The entire mine is full of simple wooden cabins built with wooden boards, and the rows are very neat. When Sharon's convoy came in, it alarmed everyone. Immediately, many big black men got out of the cabins. come out.

These big black men are all in tatters, and some are even naked, but without exception, they hold weapons in their hands at all times, those with guns holding guns, and those without guns There are large blades, and the eyes are full of indifference and cruelty.

Sharon couldn't help being very surprised.

Is this Mandela's mercenary?

This is simply a refugee.

Could it be that the Desert Fox, the number one mercenary regiment in Africa, is so poor?

This is obviously impossible.

The convoy stopped in front of a row of simple wooden houses. At the door of this wooden house, there were twenty guards dressed in the same clothes as that of Zaku. All of them had automatic rifles in their hands.

These soldiers all looked at Xia Long indifferently, as if they were looking at a dead person.

Zaku asked Xia Long to wait at the door. He pushed the door and walked into the simple wooden house. After more than ten minutes passed, Zaku came out again, and then said to Xia Long: "Mr. You go back and meet him, he's at the mine."

When I came here, I could only see this simple camp, but when Xia Long followed this Zaku through the row of wooden houses, what appeared in front of Xia Long was a huge pothole.

This is a diamond mine.

On the ground, a large inverted conical pit with a diameter of 100 meters and a depth of about 80 meters has been dug out. In the big pit, I don’t know how many absenteeism are digging hard under the strong lights. Around the ground of the pothole, every ten meters, there is a soldier with an automatic rifle in his hand, watching the dense crowd of absenteeism below.

Xia Long only needs to take a look to determine the number of absenteeism here. There are actually more than 3000 people.

There is a cordon around the mine, and there are even many black soldiers patrolling back and forth with guns in the dense forest around the wooden house.

In the row of wooden houses on the other side, soldiers on shift were sleeping. Farther away, Xia Long noticed something strange.

There is also a camp over there, and it is also a simple wooden house built with wooden boards and the like. However, these wooden houses are almost many times more standardized than the wooden houses of these black soldiers here, and they are completely like geometric patterns. The neatness, even the height and distance, are almost exactly the same, as if measured with a ruler.

There are a total of four rows of such wooden houses, which just form a square, and the open space in the middle of the wooden houses is also very neat and tidy. The ground is as flat as if it has been rolled over by a steamroller. This is clearly a training ground, although it is simple. , but extremely neat.

At the four corners of this square wooden house, there are four wooden high platforms. There are no lights on the high platforms. On each high platform, there are two tall white men standing on them. They wear uniform military uniforms, but None of the ranks.

There were only eight warriors on the high platform, but each of them was a big man, with those cold gazes and weapons of a uniform shape in their hands, Sharon couldn't help but nodded.

These guys must be the special battalion that collectively defected to Germany, right?
It can be seen from their attire that Mandela spent a lot of money on them. The military uniforms on them are obviously the best, and the equipment is also the best. Even the military boots on their feet are the best. of.

Xia Long immediately understood that the Desert Fox mercenary group could become the number one. Presumably, this is entirely due to the special battalion, right?

Thinking that this is a warrior who is comparable to Blood Fang in Number One Thousand, Xia Long felt a little excited.

Withdrawing his mental power, Xia Long followed Zaku and walked a little further, and then came to an open-air tent, surrounded by about 100 black soldiers, in the middle of the tent , it is a chair, and the chair is covered with a whole piece of African lion fur, and a middle-aged black man with a sloppy face sits obliquely on the chair. At the feet of this big black man, there is There was a basket made of tiny branches, and a dazzling light shone in the whole basket.

Sharon couldn't help swallowing.

Damn it, diamonds, this bastard is actually packing them in baskets.

A whole basket can be dug out in one day?
What the heck.

In the market, a processed diamond the size of a little finger can be bought for millions of dollars, and if you count the basket in front of you, there are at least a few thousand such diamonds, right?

Even if it is a thousand, how much is it?

That's one billion.

This Mandela can mine one billion diamonds a day, and 600 billion diamonds a year.

However, these 600 ​​billion can only be converted into a mere 60 billion?

Damn black-hearted businessman.

Sharon couldn't stand it any longer.

These diamond merchants can get 60 billion diamonds at a price of 3000 billion.

This is simply too much nonsense.

But why are there so few diamonds on the market?
Of course, Sharon's calculation is not correct. The diamonds are now raw ore, which has not been processed, and the processing cost is also very high.

But even if it is discounted by more than half, it will still be hundreds of billions.

At this moment, there was a sudden gunshot.

Xia Long couldn't help but look back, a black soldier in the distance shot and killed one absentee, while the other absentees were completely insensitive, as if they didn't even know that their companions around him died.

"How is this going?"

Xia Long couldn't help but stop and asked Zaku who was beside him. Zaku shook his head and said, "That absentee can no longer work, so kill him!"

At this time, a cruel roar sounded: "You pigs, I give you food and let you live, how dare you be lazy? Damn bastards, I really should kill you all!!"

Xia Long suddenly had an urge to kill.

Who are these people?

Recruiting people by yourself, are they all people like this?
Instead of asking for such a person, it's better to go back and discuss with No. [-] and borrow an army.

The big deal is to help No. [-] train a group of masters.

Otherwise, just go back to China to recruit a group of young people and join Paradise Island directly.

But since he came, he couldn't return empty-handed. The German special battalion over there must be obtained.

Mandela was lying obliquely on the chair like that, fierce like a cheetah, and in his squinted eyes, a cold and sharp look flashed from time to time.

Dazhang and Erzhang were stopped outside, while Xia Long followed Zaku up. Zaku talked with Mandela in local dialect, then turned around, looked at Xia Long and said, "Xia Sir, please come up, sir."

After Zaku finished speaking, he retreated behind Mandela, and that Mandela sat up with a smile, and then waved to Sharon: "Please sit down, my guest, I really want to know , How much profit can you bring me! If you have money, you can talk about everything. By the way, Zaku said, you also prepared a gift for me. I don’t know, what is your gift?"

Sharon's perception is very strong. This Mandela is by no means an ordinary person. The way he looked at him even gave Sharon the feeling of being stared at by an African lion.

This guy is the head of the Desert Fox Mercenary Group, and now the head of the First African Mercenary Group.

"Commander Mandela, hello."

Xia Long looked at each other with a smile, and then had an extra card in his hand: "Nice to meet you, we Chinese have a saying, first time you are born and second time you are acquainted, in the future, we must cooperate well! A mere meeting ceremony is not a respect , There is one billion dollars in this card, just treat it as my meeting gift!"

When Mandela heard that Sharon's hand would be worth a billion dollars, he suddenly regained his energy. He laughed and jumped up from his chair, then walked up to Sharon, took the card, and pointed at Xia Long. Long hugged him fiercely.

"Haha, dear Xia, I'm very happy to do business with people like you, you Chinese, you are rich!"

Xia Long resisted the urge to slap this guy to death, with a warm smile on his face, and after Mandela's seemingly unintentional, but in fact, ulterior motives asked him to pass the test easily, Mandela laughed incomparably satisfied He beckoned to Zaku: "Zaku, take my most honored guest to rest first, and arrange the best room. Dear Xia, you must be tired. Tomorrow, let's have a good discussion. deal, please!"

Zaku immediately took Xia Long away from this huge diamond mine. While walking, Xia Long was still complaining. How can there be any best place to live in this shabby place?If so, Sharon also hoped that Mandela would let him climb a big tree directly to sleep. If he was allowed to sleep in this kind of dilapidated wooden house, he would not do it even if he was killed.

But Sharon was wrong.

When he came to Mandela's residence, he was really stunned.

Mandela's residence was not in the dilapidated cabin in front of the brick mine, but in an open space between the hills.

This was originally a barren mountain depression, but Mandela spent a lot of effort to make it extremely smooth and turned it into a lawn. Under the ingenious lighting at night, it looks simply beautiful.

What's more terrible is that on this lawn, there is a huge building in the pure and incomparable European Roman style.

This building can be regarded as a masterpiece of design masters.

At this time, Zaku proudly said to Xia Long: "Dear Xia, this is my design, how is it?"

(End of this chapter)