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Chapter 679 East African Agent! This land, I'm determined to have it! [Thanks to Alliance Leader: Jianglangshanxia Dachenzi]

"Brother Chen, there are some outside."

Qin Chengguo hurried back to his office, but before he could finish speaking, Chen Zhi waved his hand and gestured for him to look at the infrared thermal imaging screen on the workbench.

On the screen, orange-red dots are slowly moving.

Since the attack on Orange Meat by the Tireg armed group, the equipment, gear, and weapons of the Wind Falcon security personnel have been upgraded once again.

Although it is not equipped with heavy weapons, it is equipped with reconnaissance and attack drones, all-weather high-definition infrared thermal imaging cameras, and medium- and short-range radars.

After all, with enough money, you can buy 99.9% of things in this world.

“Brother Chen, I just took a look outside and there were about three hundred people. I don’t know if they are Tireg’s men or Hamra’s men.”

Qin Chengguo glanced down at the screen and said with a furrowed brow.

"Who cares who they are! This gold mine belongs to the big boss. Anyone who dares to rob it is courting death!"

Chen Zhi narrowed his eyes and said in an icy tone.

It wasn't that he was particularly enlightened, but rather that the company had said they would allocate 10% of the gold mine's profits each quarter as bonuses for them.

Working yourself to the bone for your boss is the same as working yourself to the bone!
Just then, Meraku from the Omoro Armed Front walked in with two subordinates and said to Chen Zhi in English, "It should be members of Tireg's armed forces. These people are completely untrustworthy. We just shook hands and made peace a while ago, and now they've set their sights on our gold mine."

Melaku is just over twenty years old. He has a full beard, wears a khaki camouflage outfit, and has a red headband tied around his forehead, binding all his dreadlocks behind his head.

But looking at his appearance alone, he looks like a middle-aged man in his thirties. His skin isn't dark either; it's more like the skin tone of a Southeast Asian.

“Meraku, it seems you don’t have much influence in Oromia State.”

Chen Zhi spoke with a smile, but his words carried a hint of threat and dissatisfaction.

These words sent a chill down Meraku's spine!
Six months ago, he wouldn't have paid any attention to Chen Zhi. If the other party dared to provoke him, he would have fired a burst of bullets first.

But things are different now!

Senlian Capital is the biggest financial backer of the Omoro people, not only spending money to buy their beef, mutton, and coffee, but also providing them with a batch of better-performing second-hand individual equipment.

After the two sides established cooperation, the lives of the people of Omoro improved significantly. In the northeast corner of the city, a large industrial park is under construction.

Once completed, Senlian Capital will invest in a large number of labor-intensive industries, bringing them employment opportunities and economic development opportunities.

Meraku naturally dared not offend Chen Zhi!
As a result, attacks continue to occur in Omoro's territory.

Isn't this blatantly telling others that the Al-Omoro Armed Front is not a reliable partner?
“Leave it to us!” Meraku gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice.

He intended to prove to Chen Zhi's boss that the Omoro people were powerful.

"No need." Chen Zhi shook his head, a meaningful smile appearing on his face.

“Buzz buzz—!”

Suddenly, a series of short, sharp whooshing sounds rang out!

Dozens of gray-white drones suddenly took off, like eagles made of steel, and sped away into the distance.

It's the Fengjun-1 reconnaissance and strike unmanned aerial vehicle!

Qin Chengguo recognized him at a glance.

He had seen this equipment during his training in South Africa.

This is the company's latest equipment, which integrates reconnaissance and strike capabilities. The fuselage is also designed to be rainproof, allowing it to fly continuously for 4 hours in moderate to heavy rain.

Chen Zhi led the way out of the office, his gaze fixed on the Gobi Desert and shrubs ahead.

The Tireg armed front members were indeed cautious enough to choose the rainy season for their attack and to carry out their operation with extreme slowness.

But times have changed!
How could a group of civilian militia relying solely on AK47s, RPG rocket launchers, and DShK heavy machine guns possibly know that Fengjun Security had already purchased a complete set of ground and air surveillance equipment?

Their every move was under Chen Zhi's watchful eye.

Those actions that they thought were discreet actually seemed particularly ridiculous.

As Meraku watched the Falcon 1 drone roar away, his pupils contracted instantly, and he gained a completely new understanding of the armed strength of the Falcon security personnel.

But is this thing any good?
Melaku pondered to himself.

the other side.

Under the gloomy rain and mist, hundreds of Tireg armed members, hunched over like a pack of lurking wild beasts, stealthily made their way towards the gold mine a few hundred meters away, using the bushes as cover.

Hassan, the person in charge of this operation, suppressed his inner turmoil, his eyes fixed solely on the greed for the gold mine.

Although both the Tireg and the Omorro opposed the rule of the Hamra, it did not mean that they were friends.

It's important to understand that even neighboring households or villages are prone to conflicts and disputes, let alone two massive ethnic groups with populations exceeding ten million.
Take over the gold mine and drive out the Chinese!
The thought kept swirling in Hassan's mind, making him increasingly excited.

"Speed ​​up! Get closer to the mining area before the rain stops!"

Hassan lowered his voice and gave the order to his deputy.

The deputy immediately understood and turned to make a gesture to the team behind him.

Hassan had only taken a few steps when he heard a faint buzzing sound, which grew closer and louder.

"What's that?" one of the armed men asked curiously, pointing to the sky.

Dozens of gray-white figures broke through the rain and arrived!

"It's a drone!"

Someone shouted a warning.

But no sooner had he finished speaking than the first Falcon 1 had already swept over the heads of the crowd.

The miniature bomb detached from the rack and crashed straight to the ground!

"Boom——!"

A violent explosion rang out, billowing smoke and dust, and flying debris.

The three armed men lay in pools of blood like puppets with broken strings, their weapons flying several meters away.

The members of the Tireg armed group were stunned by the sudden attack. The once orderly ranks were thrown into chaos. Some fled in panic, while others raised their AK47s and fired wildly into the air.

The explosions are still going on!
Immediately afterwards, the bushes burst into flames, and thick smoke rose into the rain, like a black pillar piercing the sky.

"Damn it! Where did the Omoro Armed Front get their drones?"

Hassan, hiding behind a rock, watched the chaotic scene before him and flew into a rage.

He had done his research beforehand and found that the Wind Falcon and the Omoro armed group only had some conventional weapons.

However, these drones capable of dropping bombs were completely beyond his comprehension.

Hassan didn't have time to think. He immediately hoisted the RPG rocket launcher onto his shoulder, frantically aimed at one of the rocket launchers, and pulled the trigger hard with his thumb.

"call out--!"

The rocket shot straight into the sky, trailing a thick column of black smoke, but the reaction speed of the Falcon 1 far exceeded his expectations.

Almost the instant the rocket was launched, the fuselage nimbly pulled up, like a nimble peregrine falcon, easily avoiding the fatal blow.

The rocket, having lost its target, plummeted straight towards an open area in the distance.

With a loud "boom," it exploded, raising a cloud of dust that dissipated into a hazy, gray plume of smoke in the rain and mist.

It's like letting out a fart!

"stupid guy!"

Seeing this, Chen Zhi smiled disdainfully.

RPG rocket launchers primarily use impact grenades, which require a direct hit to detonate. Furthermore, their heavy warheads make them unsuitable for air-launching, resulting in poor accuracy.

It's fine for hitting fixed targets, but against small drones, it's like using a cannon to kill a mosquito—a complete waste of effort.

Meraku, standing to the side, was filled with extremely complicated emotions. On one hand, he was grateful that the Wind Falcon Security had intervened; otherwise, the Omoro Armed Front would have paid a heavy price to repel the Tireg Armed Forces.

On the other hand, the formidable strength demonstrated by Fengjun Security also put him under unprecedented pressure.

After a round of bombing, the original force of more than 300 people was completely routed. At this moment, one-fifth of them were lying on the ground, some clutching their wounds and wailing pitifully, while others lay motionless, sleeping soundly.

The remaining armed men dared not linger in the fight. They fled in panic across the empty Gobi Desert, not even bothering to pick up their weapons that had fallen to the ground, only thinking about getting as far away from this death zone as possible.

"Meraku, send your men in."

Chen Zhi turned around and said calmly.

“Okay!” Meraku nodded quickly in response.

He knew that a poor performance this time could affect future cooperation with Senlian Capital, so he immediately issued an order.

Upon hearing this, the two subordinates dared not delay and led more than a hundred Omoro armed members out, howling as they charged forward.

"Brothers, the men from Tireg dare to run wild on our territory and even try to steal our gold mine. We can't let them get away with this!"

An Omoro militant shouted.

"A bunch of stragglers!"

Qin Chengguo and Chen Zhi exchanged a glance, then silently offered their assessment.

The Omoro are the largest ethnic group in Abyssinia, but their Omoro Armed Front, despite being established for decades, has failed to achieve any results.

This shows just how incompetent they really are.

Of course, lack of money is also a major reason.

At this moment, Hassan was desperately fleeing with the remaining Tireg fighters.

The casualties were not serious, but the deterrent effect of the Falcon 1 was quite significant.

"Captain, the Omoro people are catching up. What do we do?" one of his men asked breathlessly.

Hassan glanced back and saw hundreds of Omorro militants approaching them, howling.

Despite his fear, he still shouted with a dark face, "What's the panic! We still have weapons, let's fight them!"

Hassan knew that if he gave up now, he would only die a more horrible death.

In East Africa, nothing is cheaper than life.

Very few people die from illness, because disease can never outrun a bullet.

But he had only been in a tough position for a few seconds when he saw several Falcon 1 drones flying over again, and he immediately took off running.

The scene of the drone bombing was still vivid in his mind, and he didn't want to experience it again.

"Run! Run towards the valley ahead!"

Hassan took the lead in changing direction, putting in all his strength.

The complex terrain in the valley may diminish the advantages of drones, but there is still a glimmer of hope.

The Tireg militants followed Hassan, fleeing desperately into the valley.

Their footprints covered the muddy Gobi Desert, and rainwater mixed with dust splashed onto their trouser legs, but no one dared to stop.

The shouts of the Omoro people grew closer, and the buzzing of the drones overhead sounded like a death knell, tearing at their already taut nerves every second.

The Omoro militants followed closely behind, firing a few shots every now and then. The bullets hit the ground, splashing mud, but most of them missed.

Hassan ran with all his might, his hair soaked by the rain, each breath burning with pain.

Members of the Tireg armed front were falling behind one by one; some were hit by Omorro bullets, groaning as they collapsed into the mud.
Some slipped and fell heavily onto the pile of rubble, their screams echoing in the heavy rain.

"Faster! Faster!" Hassan shouted.

But the drone sped past, dropping another palm-sized miniature bomb.

"Boom" a loud noise!
The muddy ground was ripped open, creating a half-meter-deep crater. Flying pebbles, like sharp blades, cut Hassan's cheek and left eye.

Warm blood instantly blurred Hassan's left eye, turning half of his vision crimson.

He staggered and fell to the ground in the mud, instinctively covering his wound with his left hand.

The remaining Tireg members were even more panicked.

Some people were thrown into the air by the shockwave of the bomb, while others rolled and howled in the mud, clutching their legs that had been cut by rubble.

Others were utterly terrified and ran wildly in the opposite direction of the valley, only to be caught by Omoro bullets after a few steps, their bodies convulsing as they collapsed in pools of blood.

Half an hour later, the Omoro militants escorted the last 100-plus surviving Tireg militants back to the mining area.

"Chen, what are your plans to do with these people?"

Meraku looked at Chen Zhi and asked.

In his view, Feng Jun deserved the most credit, and the decision should be given to Chen Zhi.

Chen Zhi did not answer immediately, but walked slowly to the prisoners being escorted and slowly scanned each face filled with fear.

"Separate them into different lockers. Get the seriously injured to a doctor first. Don't let them die. It's better to live than to die."

After thinking for a moment, Chen Zhi turned to Meraku and said.

Meraku paused, somewhat puzzled: "Chen, are we going to let them go back? These people are all die-hards of Tireg; if we let them go back, they'll just come back to cause trouble sooner or later."

In armed conflicts in East Africa, prisoners are always dealt with by "eliminating all traces," and it is extremely rare to leave them alive. Meraku really couldn't understand Chen Zhi's intentions.

“Killing them is a waste of bullets. Let the people in charge of Tireg exchange them for money and the mining area,” Chen Zhi said with a smile.

He was actually saying this to Hassan and the others.

If the leaders of the Tireg armed forces are unwilling to spend money, they can take the opportunity to undermine their internal relations.

We'll get the compensation first, then we'll continue the fight!
Tireg can tear up a ceasefire agreement whenever he wants, so there's no reason why Windhawk and Omoro can't abide by it.

Similar conflicts and minor skirmishes occur daily in Africa and the Middle East.

On a global scale, it's utterly insignificant.

The following day, Omoro and the Tireg armed front reached an agreement, exchanging Hassan and others for $1000 million and the operating rights to a small copper mine.

That night, the Omoro armed front launched an attack on Tireg.

With truth in hand, revenge is never delayed!
The Hamra people were secretly delighted when they learned of this.

In their eyes, the interests of their tribe come first, and the more people of Omoro and Tireg die, the better.

the other side.

After having breakfast, Chen Yansen got into a black Maybach and drove towards Orange Garment's production base.

He held a Shiny Orange X2 Plus, glanced at the screen, and gained a deeper understanding of the situation in Abyssinia.

Bai Zhenshan was quite capable; he actually managed to find a breakthrough.

I'm definitely taking this land!

Chen Yansen silently made his plans.

　Thank you so much to the guild leader [Jianglangshanxia Dachenzi] for the generous donation!

　　Thank you so much to the Dharma Protector [Fishing at South Bridge] for the generous donation!

　　I owe my godfathers more and more favors. I currently owe them two chapters, but I will make up for it when I find the opportunity. Happy National Day to all of you!

　　I'll stay home and keep writing. Love you all, muah!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)