I'm reborn and I'm an international student again?

Immediately following was a burst of intense gunfire.

Chen Xi, who was prepared, was the first to get up from the ground. He quickly drew his pistol from his waist and searched for Shoujia's figure.

"boom!"

A bullet grazed his head and hit a pillar next to him.

"Boom!"

Two more shots rang out.

Chen Xi glanced to the side and saw Imani and Ahmed exchanging fire.

However, Imani clearly didn't want to stay there any longer, and after firing several shots, he fled the scene.

Just moments ago, his white-robed subordinates had all fallen to the ground, each with a bloody hole in their forehead.

"Where's Shoujia?" Chen Xi ran to Qian Jiajia's side, helped her up, and asked.

"I don't know," Qian Jiajia replied, her head still spinning.

"I am Leng Feng, the security captain of Zijing Mining. Everyone, follow us and evacuate quickly!" a man in combat uniform shouted.

These security teams were very powerful, and the foreigners rushed over as if they had seen saviors.

"Too many people will expose us. We'll only take the Chinese!" Leng Feng fired a shot at the ceiling, startling the foreigners who quickly stopped.

"Why should I? Don't you always claim to be some kind of great power? I'm Russian, your close comrade-in-arms..."

"Exactly, aren't you afraid of the international repercussions of doing this? France is one of the five major powers..."

"Screw your style!" Leng Feng cursed, then turned and left with his men without looking back.

"This guy is really heavy," complained the two security guards who were supporting Zou Huajian.

"Then let's just leave him there, otherwise it will slow down the evacuation." Chen Xi, who was walking ahead, smiled.

Upon hearing this, Zou Huajian, who had been unconscious, suddenly opened his eyes and shouted, "Don't leave me! Don't leave me!"

"..."

The two teammates who were supporting him exchanged a glance and then let go. Zou Huajian fell to the ground with a thud, his face contorted in pain.

"Get up quickly, or you'll bleed to death from that wound." Chen Xi stepped forward and kicked the other man, Zou Huajian, who sprang to his feet like a spring.

The moment everyone fled the building in panic, the chaotic scene of the entire Lionhead City came into view.

Gunshots echoed through the streets, and the distant rumble of buildings collapsing could be heard intermittently.

"Creak - creak -"

The screeching sound of heavy metal tracks grinding against the road suddenly came from the street corner.

Chen Xi turned around abruptly and saw a dark green steel behemoth slowly approaching. The tank's massive body easily crushed the car blocking its way, as effortlessly as a child kicking away building blocks.

"Type 62 light machine!" Leng Feng whispered.

The Type 62 light tank is an early domestically produced tank from over fifty years ago. Due to its decent mobility and firepower, it was purchased by the Tanzanian Armed Forces, but it is now considered an antique.

The hatch on top of the tank suddenly opened, and Shuga's ferocious face appeared behind the loudspeaker: "You fleeing rats, taste the wrath of God!" Accompanied by his maniacal laughter, the muzzle of the cannon suddenly burst into flames.

"Boom!" Amidst the deafening explosion, Chen Xi felt as if his eardrums were about to be torn apart.

A wave of heat, carrying rubble, hit him from behind. He staggered and turned around, only to see that an armored vehicle behind him had been reduced to a twisted mass of scrap metal.

"Idiot, who told you to take a taxi?" Shouka picked at his ear and cursed at his subordinate.

"Retreat!" Leng Feng shouted, firing as he retreated. Bullets hit the tank, startling Shoujia, who immediately crawled back inside.

Chen Xi and the others scattered in all directions along the street, while Chen Xi pulled Qian Jiajia and rushed forward.

The tanks from the rear relentlessly pursued them, smashing and destroying some of the already fragile buildings one by one.

However, how can flesh and blood outrun a steel behemoth?

Just as they were on the verge of life and death, a deafening explosion suddenly rang out.

Chen Xi felt a wave of heat lift him off his feet and crash heavily to the ground.

He struggled to lift his head and saw the imposing Type 62 tank billowing black smoke, its cannon barrel twisted and embedded in the road. A man with a cigarette dangling from his lips stood lazily in the middle of the street, carrying a still-smoking RPG launcher.

"The Type 62 light tank has armor that's only 35 millimeters thick at its thickest point; one RPG is enough to take it down!" The man exhaled a smoke ring unhurriedly. "You must be Chen Xi? I'm Qin Yue. President Fang sent me. It's been a bumpy ride all the way from South Africa, and we even ran into Somali pirates... Luckily, President Fang had already taken care of things beforehand."

Chen Xi was about to respond when he suddenly felt something was wrong with Qian Jiajia's hand. Her once slender and soft hand had become rough and thick. Turning his head, he saw Zou Huajian's fawning face right in front of him: "Little...Little Chen, I, Old Zou, will remember your life-saving grace...but could you let go of my hand first? My arm is still bleeding..."

“None of you will escape. I’ve planted a lot of bombs in the city, and my men have already targeted this place with missiles outside the city. When the time comes, this place will be turned into a sea of ​​fire, and we will all go to see God together…” Chen Xi was about to utter his curses when he saw Imani walk out from behind a wall with a gun pressed against the back of Qian Jiajia’s head.

"Vice...Vice President...Don't worry about me, hurry up and get everyone to escape. Otherwise, everyone will die...I definitely won't be able to leave..." Qian Jiajia stammered out the sentence, tears welling up in her eyes.

"What nonsense are you spouting! Imani, I have what you want here. There's no need to fight us to the death. This contains Sangxing's accumulated wealth over the years, as well as a lot of bargaining chips to negotiate with major powers. Your organization also has territory in the north, which will allow you to develop rapidly. Now that Shoujia is dead, you can't just give everything up for nothing." Chen Xi shouted as he pulled out a notebook from his pocket.

Imani, who originally intended to die with his wife, was indeed tempted after hearing this condition.

"Throw the stuff over here."

"Release them first!"

"Put your guns down first, and let that guy bring the notebook over. I'll release him when he's halfway there."

After a long pause, Imani finally conceded, pointing at Zou Huajian and shouting.

"Huh? Me?" Zou Huajian's legs trembled with fear, but after catching a glimpse of Qin Yue's sharp eyes, he immediately gave in.

Holding the notebook, Zou Huajian walked shakily toward Imani, while Chen Xi and Qin Yue slowly put down their guns.

Qian Jiajia broke free from her restraints and slowly walked forward.

"Bang!" After getting the laptop, Imani smirked, pulled the trigger, and disappeared.

Qian Jiajia was now safe, but Zou Huajian was the unlucky one. He was shot again and collapsed to the ground with a groan.

"Hurry up, this guy is probably about to detonate a bomb, and missiles will probably be coming soon too." Qin Yue tugged at Chen Xi's arm.

"Uncle, what's wrong!" Just then, Zou Zhi ran over and cried out anxiously while lying on the ground.

"Stop crying like a woman, quickly take him and retreat." Chen Xi walked up to Zou Huajian and checked his injuries. The man was still breathing, and the bullet didn't seem to have hit any vital organs.

At this moment, Qin Yue's men arrived and escorted them out of the city.

Inside a jeep, Imani, who had just received the notebook, excitedly opened it.

The content above was indeed Sang Xing's own handwriting, but he was stunned when he turned to the next page.

The paper bore the name of Shoujia written in a flamboyant style, followed by Chen Xi's sarcastic remarks. The following pages were all blank, clearly pieced together from one another.

"Ah! Bastard!" Imani roared angrily.

Meanwhile, Chen Xi had already boarded the vehicle. Zhu Ma was organizing the city's residents to evacuate: "Hurry up, dump all the goods and load everyone with people!"

Meanwhile, the militiamen also suffered heavy casualties at the hands of the hunters. Trucks were parked on the side of the road, which became the tools for everyone to escape.

Ahmed also got into the car with Majuguli and Lowasa. The two of them stared at the white-robed Asian man in front of them, looking somewhat at a loss.

Seeing this, Ahmed tore off his robe, revealing the police badge on his chest and grinning.

He thought to himself, "This time I should at least be a department head."

"boom!"

"Boom!"

A series of explosions suddenly rang out within Lionhead City.

Although these bombs were very powerful, their impact on the entire city was minimal.

Everyone knew that the real deadly weapon was the missile Imani had mentioned.

Chen Xi had no doubt about the authenticity of this.

Because he understood that Shouga and Imani had long prepared their trump cards. Moreover, after Sang Xing faked his death and Mazhuguli and Luovasa were taken into custody, some generals secretly defected to the other side.

As the saying goes, what you think about comes true; several dazzling streaks of light suddenly flashed across the sky, as if confirming his judgment.

The first wave of missiles has arrived!

These steel grim reapers descended upon the city, causing buildings to collapse and burying those who couldn't escape under the rubble.

As Kariga climbed out of the tank, he was about to unleash a string of curses when he was blasted into dust.

The fleeing people stared in terror into the distance, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

Qian Jiajia's palms were sweating, and she subconsciously looked at the man beside her. Chen Xi remained silent, his gaze fixed on the east.

On the sea level east of Lionhead City.

A silver destroyer lay silently in wait. On the bridge, an officer reported urgently: "Captain, the enemy has launched their first volley of missiles into the city!"

“I know…” Beads of sweat trickled down the captain’s forehead, his fingers gripping the edge of the command console tightly. On the radar screen, the dots symbolizing the second wave of missiles were rapidly approaching.

"If we don't give the order now, it will be too late... The security teams from the major companies haven't withdrawn yet!" the officer reminded again.

The entire command center fell into a deathly silence of tension, with everyone holding their breath and staring at the radar screen.

"Beep-beep-"

Just when the atmosphere was at its most oppressive, the captain finally heard the long-awaited voice.

"Yes! Understood!" The captain looked up sharply, his eyes flashing with a sharp light.

Above Lionhead City, the second wave of missile attacks was even more intense than the previous one.

Twice the number of missiles are hurtling down below.

"boom!"

"Boom!"

Just as the second wave of missiles was about to engulf the entire city...

Suddenly, a series of dazzling sparks burst forth in the sky as the missile was precisely intercepted in mid-air, just like the most spectacular fireworks show during a festival!

"saved!"

"God bless!"

God bless you!

The crowd that had escaped death erupted in deafening cheers.

That evening, Majuguli, who had escaped, started a live broadcast to reveal everything that Sangxing had done, and Lowasa also expressed his support for his election as the new chief.

After this disturbance, the Somali armed groups on the northern front suddenly quieted down; although they showed no signs of attacking, they did not leave either.

A few days later.

"Thank you for saving this country." The newly appointed chief, Majuguli, shook hands with Chen Xi and others in front of the camera.

Ahmed also got his wish and was promoted to deputy chief of police in the capital, which is more powerful than the chief of police in a typical city.

Even Zhu Ma received his due reward, after all, he was the one who obtained the notebook. Although he didn't like being an official, he preferred doing business. Thus, he became Chen Xi's general agent for some of his businesses in Tanzania.

Inside the office, Ma Zhuguli sat in a chair and assured Chen Xi, "We warmly welcome your company to develop agriculture here. All departments will do their utmost to help you. The government will also provide numerous preferential policies for the production and sale of home appliances!"

"Then I thank you, Great Chief." Chen Xi smiled and shook hands with him.

Back at the hotel, Chen Xi dialed a number.

"Hey, Auntie. Thank you so much this time!"

If it weren't for his family's help, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs wouldn't have paid him any attention this time.

I had just put down my phone after chatting for a while when it rang again.

Looking at the caller ID, Chen Xi realized it was from the Xu family. He immediately guessed what it was about, pressed the answer button, and the Xu family's voice came through: "Little Chen, I know about what happened in Africa. Are you alright?"

The Xu family's words were full of concern, and most people might actually be moved to tears.

Because the first person to call wasn't his father, but actually Mr. Xu, who would later incur trillions in debt.

"Thank you for your concern, Mr. Xu. I'm fine. It's just... your goods aren't doing so well..."

Chen Xi explained with a smile.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, before Xu Jia's quiet voice finally broke through: "Where is Mr. Zhang's (Su Ning's) goods?"

“Gone too!”

"Oh, then consider this Hengxiao Group's contribution to the Tanzanian people. Remember to advertise for me! I can't just give away this grain for nothing," Xu Jiaqian repeatedly reminded him.

"No problem!" Chen Xi smiled.

After the call ended, Zhang Yuandong called back. His opening remarks were similar to those of the Xu family, mainly inquiring about the goods.

“Uncle Zhang, all the appliances are gone. But don’t worry, these appliances aren’t food, and you won’t eat them. I can still find a way to bring them back, although there will be some losses along the way. But it’s not necessarily a bad thing; they might even have a positive effect!” Chen Xi patiently reassured Zhang Yuandong.

Zhang Yuandong is not as wealthy as the Xu family; he earned his money bit by bit.

After letting Chen Caiyue know that he was safe, Chen Xi lay in bed and started watching the news.

The news report shocked him.

Besides the danger they encountered, businesses around Lionhead City were also not spared.

Yu Guoqiang led a group of workers in a fierce battle against the rioters all night long, finally driving them all back. He himself was also injured.

Watching Yu Guoqiang being interviewed on camera, and hearing the workers recount the battle, Chen Xi had to re-evaluate this so-called counselor.

Then there's Fujiwara Akihiro, who spent a lot of money hiring a large group of people. Because he sent most of his men to rescue Chen Xi, the warehouse was looted while the situation was in chaos, and he himself was injured and is currently in the hospital.

"Wow, the Japanese really know how to obey orders from their superiors..." Chen Xi muttered to himself, stroking his chin.

late at night.

The hotel's luxurious suite was bathed in dim light, and the soft double bed was shaking violently, its wooden frame and springs creaking in protest.

"Vice President, be gentle." A soft moan came from under the covers.

"What, I saved you this time, and you won't even give me a reward?" The man's deep voice rang out, and the bed shook even more violently. (End of Chapter)