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Chapter 721 Behannu's Overt Scheme! Another Assassination Attack!

Asberba, Central Command Headquarters Building.

Behannu leaned back on the leather sofa, holding a cup of coffee in his hand.

He took a small sip, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes smoothing out, and an expression of extreme enjoyment appearing on his face. Only the most powerful figures in the Hamra tribe were entitled to enjoy this.

As for those "Yirgacheffe coffees" exported overseas, they are just ordinary goods that borrow the name of the place of origin.

They did indeed come from the town of Yirgacheffe, but in terms of quality, they were worlds apart from the cup in Behanno's hand.

"Boss, Leggi has already fully implemented the low-tax investment policy in the four states that are actually controlled by the Omoro tribe. Now many foreign companies are preparing to move their company registration and office locations to the south."

Sitting opposite him was Tafe, the head of the business association, who gave a serious report.

If all the businessmen and companies run away, how will they collect taxes?

Without taxes, how will they afford to buy villas, luxury cars, and yachts in Europe?

Having studied in France, he saw right through Leggegi's thoughts.

They simply wanted to boost the economy of the Omoro people through low-tax policies.

But right now all the forces are collecting taxes. If Leggeji does this, won't the companies on their territories just disappear?

"I originally thought Leggi was a simple-minded armed leader, but I didn't expect him to understand the underlying logic of economic operations, haha! But don't worry, building credit often takes decades, but destroying it often only takes a snap of the fingers."

Behannu put down his coffee cup and said with a light laugh.

"What does the boss mean?"

Tafe immediately realized what was going on, and with a quick glance, he understood the unspoken meaning behind Behannu's words.

He's used similar methods before, hasn't he?
Why have the Omoro and Tireg people been limited to raising cattle, herding sheep, and growing coffee for generations?

It's because, in the eyes of foreign businessmen, these two ethnic groups are no different from the Somali people next door; they're all bandits.

Imagine, which normal person would dare to do business in a place where people "herd and farm with AK47s on their backs"?
Behannu looked up at Taffy and said with a playful expression, "You can handle this as you see fit."

"Okay, boss, I know what to do."

Tafe nodded and responded in a deep voice.

the other side.

After taking control of three states, Dagim of the Tireg tribe completely let himself go and became utterly unrestrained.

Although tax regulations are nominally subject to approval by the Asberba Central Office, he holds firearms and controls the armed forces, and therefore doesn't take Behannu seriously at all.

In his view, after fighting a guerrilla war in the high-altitude Gobi Desert for more than a decade, he has finally settled down and should enjoy himself.

Dajim is a big fan of electronics. His villa cabinets are neatly filled with Orange smartphones, Alexa smart speakers, Apple computers, and Mountain Star tablets.

Compared to Aspha, he concealed his material desires much better, always maintaining the image of "Father Tireg" in front of outsiders, especially his own people.

In fact, from a certain perspective, this statement is not wrong.

After all, he did secure a lot of political, educational, and economic resources for the Tireg people. Nearly ten million of his people across the country were grateful to him and wished they could grovel at his feet and lick the soles of his shoes.

This "half-human, half-god" state made him feel like he was floating on air.

On the contrary, Leggi, who had previously acted like a reckless man, immediately launched an investment promotion campaign after taking over Oromia State.

However, foreign investors from Europe, America, and Southeast Asia dared not come to invest and build factories, so he kept lowering tax rates and treated Senlian Capital as his "own father," decisively selling more than four million square meters of land in the suburbs of Dumka to them for 1 Bill.

On the surface, this deal didn't make a single penny, but with Senlian Capital taking the lead, Chinese businessmen dared to step into the core area of ​​the Omoro tribe.

Although most of the investments come from labor-intensive industries, Leggi is already quite satisfied.

He knew in his heart that if he wanted his people to live a good life, he had to learn from China and first lay a solid economic foundation.

Only when people have money can they enjoy quality educational resources, and only when the level of education is improved can the Omoro people truly gain a foothold in the "Horn of Death" in East Africa.

Therefore, as soon as the peace talks ended, Behannu was busy playing dirty tricks, while Dajim was focused on enjoying life and even married three white North American models.

Only Legggi has developed Oromia as a special economic zone.

As long as foreign investors are willing to invest here, he will not only give away land for free and offer tax breaks, but he will also assign them several armed men as bodyguards.

Of course, most businessmen did not accept the offer and instead chose to hire staff from Wind Falcon Security Company.

In Africa, the reputation of Wind Falcon Security is no less than that of Blackwater and Spark.

……

……

The following afternoon, an international flight slowly landed at Asberba Airport.

Afterwards, Liu Hanbin led Zhu Ruizhe into a jeep and sped off towards Dumka.

“Africa isn’t dry either!” Zhu Ruizhe leaned out the window, looking surprised.

What comes into view is a vast expanse of lush green shrubs and grasslands; it would not be an exaggeration to call it a grassland.

"There's a rainy season and a dry season here. The rainy season has just ended, so the vegetation is naturally lush. Oh, and I've prepared a gift for you; it's in the storage compartment at your feet."

Liu Hanbin explained casually.

Gift?

Zhu Ruizhe's heart skipped a beat. He bent down and rummaged through the storage compartment, quickly pulling out a completely black pistol.

The gun body gleamed with a menacing cold light, and a black star pattern was printed on one side of the grip. It was the Tokarev TT-33, nicknamed "The Big Black Star".

Having lived for nearly thirty years, this was the first time he had ever touched a real gun, and he couldn't help but swallow nervously.

"Why are you giving me a gun?" Zhu Ruizhe asked, looking up.

"For self-defense! This isn't the original TT-33; it's a modified version from the Middle East. The sights and power are better than the original. When I have time, I'll take you to practice shooting."

Liu Hanbin said matter-of-factly.

On the surface, Abyssinia is a gun-free country, but in reality, there are herders everywhere carrying AK47s.

Zhu Ruizhe opened his mouth as if to say something, but ultimately remained silent.

Only now did he realize just how much pressure his best friend was under in order to make money.

This place may hold opportunities to make money, but the risks behind it are also frighteningly high.

This really is a place where 'fortune favors the bold'!

The two sped along the A2 highway.

About half an hour later, the outline of Dumka could be seen in the distance.

“That area ahead is an industrial zone built by Senlian Capital. Half of the Chinese businessmen in Abyssinia are gathered here. Apart from the lack of supporting facilities, everything else is pretty good. You will work with me for two months first. Once you have a good grasp of the factory's operation process, you will be in charge of the subsequent daily management work,” Liu Hanbin said unhurriedly.

His best friend even broke up with his girlfriend to lend him money. If he didn't help his brother out, wouldn't he be a beast?

"And what about you? Are you still going back to Asberba to open a barbecue restaurant?"

Zhu Ruizhe asked curiously.

“Open a barbecue restaurant! This place has a lot of water accumulation during the rainy season and a water shortage during the dry season. I plan to open a water bucket processing factory, specializing in making those 1000-liter large water buckets, and also start a filter business. I guarantee that the money will roll in.”

Liu Hanbin chuckled.

Having spent so much time navigating East Africa, he had long since figured out how to make money there.

Abyssinia was like Southeast Asia in the 1950s and 60s; you could make money selling anything!
Although Senlian Capital mentioned that it would introduce a tap water purification system, this system can only cover urban and suburban areas in the initial stage, and remote areas will definitely not be covered.

This is a business opportunity!
"Could I have a share?" Zhu Ruizhe asked proactively.

“Others may not be able to, but you can! After all, you’re my brother!” Liu Hanbin readily agreed.

During the dry season, ordinary people in Abyssinia have to travel several kilometers or even more than ten kilometers to fetch water from the river.

The water we fetched was mixed with mud and sand, making it extremely murky and often causing stomach upset when drunk.

A simple filter and a large water bucket can cost less than 300 yuan.

If we make a high-end version with a water pump and double the price, we won't have to worry about selling it.

In the past, it would have been almost impossible for an ordinary person to spend a month's income to buy a bucket.

But nowadays, workers who work for Senlian Capital earn at least 1500 to 2000 yuan a month, and those who understand Mandarin can earn 3000 yuan.

In this way, there's no need to worry about the buckets not selling.

Zhu Ruizhe smiled to himself: Liu Hanbin is quite reliable. Doing business in East Africa is risky, but the potential profits are also considerable.

On the plane, he had heard from his best friend that there were over 100,000 people in this industrial zone, and even if you just set up a stall at the intersection to sell beef soup, you could earn hundreds of thousands a year.

Local workers don't earn much, but Chinese and businessmen from Europe and America do!
Otherwise, Liu Hanbin's barbecue restaurant in the city wouldn't have been so successful.

Just as the two were getting closer to Dumka, a local man herding sheep by the roadside suddenly pulled out an AK47 from behind him and pulled the trigger without saying a word.

Bullets rained down like downpours, heading straight for the jeep's windshield.

"Fuck!"

The moment the other party raised their gun, Liu Hanbin sensed something was wrong. He jerked the steering wheel and swerved sharply to the left to avoid them.

Even with a quick reaction, bullets can still penetrate glass.

With a sharp "crack," the windshield shattered completely.

Just a minute ago, Zhu Ruizhe was full of dreams of getting rich, but in an instant, he was drenched in cold sweat.

He hurriedly imitated what he saw in the movie, crouching tightly behind the car door.

"What's going on?"

Zhu Ruizhe trembled all over, never expecting that less than an hour after landing, he would be hit by a burst of bullets.

Liu Hanbin kept his head down, flooring the accelerator, and the jeep sped wildly along the road, wanting only to escape this dangerous area as quickly as possible.

He knew that once he got to the entrance of the industrial zone, where there were personnel from the Wind Falcon Security Team and armed members of the Omoro tribe stationed, he would be safe.

"Da da da!"

Gunfire erupted continuously behind me, the dense barrage of gunfire exploding in my ears, sending chills down my spine.

Fortunately, the tires weren't blown out, and in the blink of an eye, the jeep was out of the enemy's effective range.

"What the hell is going on?"

Only after confirming that it was safe did Liu Hanbin gasp for breath and curse.

His fingers trembled slightly, not from fear, but from the numbness in his hand from turning the steering wheel too hard.

He stared at the shepherd's figure shrinking in the rearview mirror and cursed through gritted teeth, "This isn't an ordinary robber! Look at his shooting stance, so steady, he's definitely received professional training!"

"Binzi, please help me check! Do I have worms crawling on my stomach? It feels like something bit me!"

Zhu Ruizhe shouted with a pained expression, not daring to look down.

He was afraid he would actually see the scene he least wanted to see!

Upon hearing this, Liu Hanbin immediately turned to look and saw that his childhood friend's clothes below the left chest were oozing blood, with bright red blood droplets dripping down the hem.

"It's nothing! It's just a little bug, I'll shoo it away for you."

As Liu Hanbin pressed the accelerator even harder, making the car go even faster, he casually waved his hand, the movement as light as shooing away a buzzing mosquito, deliberately hiding the panic in his eyes.

"Did you chase it away? Why does it hurt even more?"

Zhu Ruizhe's voice trembled as his last bit of hope gradually faded, and he vaguely guessed the bad outcome.

"It's really nothing! I'll take you there right away. We're almost at the industrial zone. There's a beef soup shop run by one of our fellow villagers at the intersection. His xiaolongbao (soup dumplings) are incredibly authentic. We'll be there soon. Just hang in there a little longer!"

Liu Hanbin's eyes were red and his teeth were clenched tightly.

"Really? Is their chili butter sauce authentic enough?"

Zhu Ruizhe forced a smile, but he didn't have the strength. He subconsciously touched his wound and felt a warm current seeping out from between his fingers.

He knew it was blood, and he knew his best friend was lying to him, but he didn't call him out on it. He just asked some trivial questions in a low voice, trying to lighten the mood.

"Holy crap! Why is this car so slow?!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Hanbin felt deeply ashamed. He had originally planned to bring his best friend to East Africa to make a fortune, but he never expected to encounter such a thing.

Weren't the Omoro and Tireg armed fronts incorporated into the armed forces?
Why would anyone still openly openly shoot and commit violence?
The jeep bounced along the bumpy road, each jolt sending sharp pain through Zhu Ruizhe's wounds. His face turned ashen, and his breathing grew weaker and weaker.

"Hold on! Ruizhe! We're almost there!"

Liu Hanbin roared, his eyes bloodshot, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.

He kept scanning ahead and finally saw the familiar blue guard post at the entrance of the industrial zone. The Fengjun Security logo was particularly eye-catching in the sunlight.

"Stop the car! Routine inspection!"

The security personnel next to the guard post raised their hands, but when they saw the shattered windshield and bullet holes in the Jeep, their expressions changed drastically, and they immediately raised their guns and cautiously surrounded it.

"I am Liu Hanbin, a supplier for Sebena Milk! My friend has been shot!"

Liu Hanbin was sweating profusely with anxiety and leaned out to shout.

(End of this chapter)