Starting from South America, speeding through the world

Chapter 208 Africa
Name: Zhou Yi

【Sex: Male】

Special items: Handgun, Credit Card, TAC-50, TACIT BLUE, HK G95A1

[World Code: PA-93736]

[Official Mission: To bring about the end of the United States of America]

[Task status: Completed]

[Settlement is about to begin]

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[Detailed Analysis]

[Ending Achieved: Different Paths, Same Destination]

Two weeks later, the United States of America was officially renamed the "Second Confederate States of America."

As a vehicle for transitional constitutionalism, the Confederate government established a "Coordination Committee."

[Responsible for nuclear weapons, airspace management, interstate communications, public health, and basic strategic infrastructure.]

The fifty states have autonomously formed five regional federations.

Each member must sign a consensus treaty in order to have the right to make decisions and implement them.

However, beneath the radioactive dust lies a shared imagination that has not yet dissipated.

The American Dream, the Stars and Stripes, and the Pledge of Allegiance.

[A single, indivisible nation under God, where freedom and justice are enjoyed by all.]

Ten years later, amidst the flames of war, the people finally announced the birth of the Third Republic of America.

[Task Comments]

It all began with African slaves, Native Americans, and silent women.

[The end of it all is when their descendants, amidst devastation, recite their oaths.]

And you, standing not far away, coldly watch the building collapse.

[Task Rating: S]

[Reward: Independence-class littoral combat ship USS Coronado]

[Already distributed to the "Special Items" section]

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[Returning to the main world soon]

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Zhou Yi appeared on the bed, looking completely bewildered.

He stared at the mission reward in front of him, then incredulously stubbed out his cigarette.

No, what did you give me?
Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, falling onto the wall and being distorted by the system into a few lines of text.

Name: Zhou Yi

【Sex: Male】

Special items: Handgun, Credit Card, TAC-50, TACIT BLUE, HK G95A1, LCS-4

[World Code: PA-38467]

【Do you want to enter? 】

[Remaining window: 719:59:50]

Zhou Yi stood up, disregarding his flight in three hours, and quickly went to the computer.

Independence-class littoral combat ship.

Coronado.

Hull number: LCS-4.

He typed these keywords into his browser.

After pressing the Enter key, the search results were few and far between.

There were nothing more than a few press releases from the shipyard, mentioning two fires, with crude accompanying pictures.

The clearest line reads, "Expected to enter service in 2014."

Zhou Yi frowned and deleted the last two elements.

There's so much more information now.

In the picture, the warship is painted gray-white, with a straight and low bow, and the deck has almost no trace of traditional main guns.

The related reports revolve around several terms:

"A trimaran, with a displacement of 3,000 tons and a modular design."

"Shallow water combat platform, anti-ship, anti-submarine and mine countermeasures missions."

"Cost issues, fire risks, and controversies surrounding stealth performance."

Even so, Zhou Yi was still somewhat bewildered.

Which powerful being from which dimension brought it over?

It is comparable to its own nuclear warheads.

He shut down his computer and went to the window.

On a July afternoon, the Florida sea breeze, carrying a humid heatwave, swept through the streets. In the distance, the azure sea rippled with silvery-white waves.

The Gulf of Mexico, right?

A few seconds later, Zhou Yi struggled to suppress the urge that was stirring within him.

It cannot be summoned in the real world.

At least not here.

After all, if such a behemoth that has not yet been deployed were to be brought out, the maritime alerts for the entire Tampa Bay would be on full blast.

Zhou Yi hesitated for a few seconds, then quickly made up his mind.

We'll test this so-called "Coronado" again on the next mission—whether it's just an empty shell, a decoy, or something truly valuable.

With that thought in mind, he turned around, picked up his luggage, and left the room.

Right now, the most important thing is to make money.

While we're at it, let's give Langley's trash a boost.

[For a description of the African mission, please see Chapter 135]

The trip started in Tampa, landed in Nassau, Bahamas, and then transferred to Istanbul.

This way, they can bypass all possible surveillance from the Five Eyes alliance.

Immediately afterwards, they flew to Uganda overnight.

The journey went smoothly, and there were no problems with the new passport.

In addition to Lucas having someone book economy class for the entire trip as revenge for the previous criticism, Lucas did so.

Of course, there are even more convenient routes.

For example, direct flights to Kinshasa.

Alternatively, they could use the Africa Command's channels to enter the country legitimately under the guise of joint training.

Unfortunately, given the special nature of this mission, it is necessary to minimize any traces left within the Congo.

So much so that Zhou Yi was forced to resort to the most traditional method—

The route "enters" North Kivu province.

We arrived in Entebbe at four in the morning.

The temperature wasn't very high, around 20 degrees Celsius.

A chubby, dark-skinned man in his early thirties sat at the customs window, his uniform buttons bulging against his belly.

He stared at the passport for a long time, turning one page and pausing on another, as if he was determined to extract something from it.

Zhou Yi stood there, silent.

A minute and a half later, the fat man was still flipping through things.

Finally, he looked up and smiled.

"This passport is very new."

"Hmm," Zhou Yi replied flatly.

Are you Canadian?

"Yes."

What kind of work do you do?

"artist."

What brings you to Uganda?

"travel."

Upon hearing this, the chubby man stared at Zhou Yi for a few seconds, seemingly pondering something, before finally shrugging and pushing the passport back.

"Okay, Canadian."

"Welcome to Uganda," he said.

Stepping out of the terminal, the air was more humid than I had imagined.

Zhou Yi, carrying her luggage, stood by the parking lot and looked around.

I didn't see anyone waiting to meet me.

I didn't see the agreed-upon license plate number either.

There were only a few dilapidated cars nearby, all with their lights off.

He frowned, looked down, took out his phone, and sent a text message: "Where are you?"

Three seconds later, the other person replied, "Look up."

Zhou Yi did as instructed.

Almost simultaneously, a dark green, older model Hilux glided over.

The front wheels jerked violently, the brakes were slammed on, and the tires kicked up dust on the ground.

When the car came to a complete stop, the front of the car was less than half a meter away from him.

Instantly, a strong smell of alcohol wafted over.

The driver was a tall, broad-shouldered white man named Colin.

“John—old buddy,” he said, swaying as he got out of the car and spreading his arms, “sorry for making you stand in this tropical cesspool for thirty seconds longer.”

Zhou Yi rolled his eyes. "You fucking want to run me over?"

"Hit you? Impossible." Colin grinned. "This thing has really good brakes."

Before he could finish speaking, the back door was suddenly pushed open with a "bang".

A woman peeked out; she had dark skin and heavily drawn eyeliner.
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Note: The descriptions of the internal workings of the Congolese (DRC) government and its cooperation with foreign powers in this book are intended to serve the plot, enhance narrative tension and character conflict, and are (almost) the opposite of reality. Please forgive any inaccuracies. (ω`)
　I created a very rough map by hand. Many states are in a blurry/conflict zone, but due to limitations of the tools, I couldn't express it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)