Farming Life Starting in Africa

The woman was still dizzy, seeing stars. But her instincts kicked in faster than her conscious thoughts, and her hand began to reach down.

Rosen gripped her hands tightly.

"Get down!" Rosen pulled hard outwards.

The woman, her face covered in blood, regained full consciousness.

Like a wild beast knowing it was about to face death, she struggled frantically. Her legs kicked and she cursed viciously in a local language that Rosen couldn't understand.

Using the woman's struggling strength, Rosen exerted force again, leaving her upper body hanging outside the car door, her hands gripped by Rosen, while her legs kicked wildly inside the car.

But the seatbelt around her waist was like a rope, tightly wedging her in place. Her buttocks were stuck between the seat and the seatbelt, and she was half-lying on the ground with her buttocks sticking out.

Zhou Weijie then pounced on him.

He was in a very lewd position, his body almost pressed against the woman's lower body. He held the woman's leg with one arm and reached for the seatbelt buckle with his other hand.

"Click".

The seatbelt is unbuckled.

The last restraints on the woman in the car were removed. Rosen dragged her out of the car and made her lie face down on the ground. Then he grabbed her wrists, lifted her up, and pressed his knee directly onto her neck.

The woman's struggles immediately diminished, downgrading from "frantic struggles" to "desperate writhing."

Standing to the side, Miao Feng was at a loss, looking at the woman who was already pinned down and unable to move, and didn't know where to start.

Zhou Weijie shouted, "Miao Feng! Hold down her feet!" As he spoke, Zhou Weijie got up from the woman's struggling lower body, and Miao Feng sat down on the woman's lap, hugging her legs tightly in his arms, which was also quite lewd.

Zhou Weijie slowly lifted the woman's shirt.

His hands were steady, his movements slow. The woman's upper body was still struggling and twisting under Rosen's knees, making indistinct sounds, as if she were cursing or crying.

"Don't kill her," Zhou Weijie said without looking up. "Let her catch her breath. She's not worth half a million if she's dead."

Rosen shifted his knees, creating a small gap: "I won't die, I know what I'm doing. I didn't watch those American cop shows for nothing."

"Holy crap! A bomb belt!" Zhou Weijie's hand froze.

The woman had a wide bomb belt tied around her waist.

It's a whole circle, black, with countless square modules densely packed on it, all wrapped tightly with tape.

A fuse device is attached to the side belt buckle, with a red button covered by a transparent plastic film.

Rosen glanced back, his anus tightened, and his knees involuntarily increased the force.

The woman's slight struggle suddenly turned into convulsions.

"Old Zhou, Brother Zhou—" Rosen's voice changed, "You better be careful! If this thing explodes, the three of us will only need one big urn, and we'll have to become brothers who don't distinguish between each other."

If Rosen hadn't retained his last shred of reason, he would have wanted to throw a roll of hot-rolled steel from his capsule onto this woman.

Miao Feng's face twitched violently upon hearing the words "bomb belt." His buttocks involuntarily lifted slightly before he sat back down. He also increased the pressure on his legs. The woman's twitching immediately became much milder, like an earthworm trapped under a rock, only able to wriggle slightly.

"Shut up!" Zhou Weijie's voice was a little tense, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. "Damn it! Of course I know! The safety was off, we were just... really lucky to be alive."

Rosen tightened his knees a little more.

The woman's face quickly changed from flushed to a bluish-purple hue due to lack of oxygen, and she could no longer make a sound.

Sensing the change in the person beneath him, Rosen glanced down and noticed that the woman's complexion was off; her lips were bluish, and her eyes were bulging. The situation was not good. He quickly and gently lifted his knee to let her catch her breath.

"Hoo—cough cough cough—" The woman took a deep breath and coughed violently, as if she were a drowning person finally surfacing.

Once her face turned from purple back to red, she started cursing again. However, her body had stopped struggling.

Rosen was annoyed by her cursing and, fearing she would interfere with Zhou Weijie's bomb disposal, gently pressed his knee down again.

The woman immediately stopped talking and began to convulse again, enjoying the intermittent oxygen supply provided by Rosen.

Zhou Weijie reset the safety, removed the detonator, and disconnected the wires, each step done with utmost care. Sweat dripped from the tip of his nose, staining the woman's clothes at her waist, leaving a small, dark mark.

After about three or four minutes, he finally confirmed that it was safe and carefully removed the bomb belt from the woman. Holding the deadly item in his hands, he stood up, ran quickly a few dozen meters away, and placed it on an open ground.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, then walked back and patted the woman all over, pulling a cell phone out of her pocket.

After confirming that there were no other dangerous items, he helped Rosen tie the woman's hands behind her back and bound her hands and feet with cable ties.

Rosen stood up, glanced at Zhou Weijie, and suddenly burst out laughing.

"Hahahaha—"

A clear shoe print was imprinted on Zhou Weijie's face.

"Looks like you're not so good at dealing with a woman's lower body... huh? Hahaha!"

"Get lost." Zhou Weijie wiped his face in annoyance.

Miao Feng stood up from the woman's calves, his legs still trembling slightly. He listened to the two people's seemingly suggestive conversation and laughed out loud, but his laughter was tinged with the relief of surviving a close call.

The commotion quickly attracted the attention of the government troops and navy inside the port.

Several armed guards strode over. Several government soldiers walked in front, followed by naval guards.

Leng Feng returned at that moment, carrying his gun holster. He walked to Rosen's side, glanced at the woman on the ground, then at the approaching guards, his expression calm.

A government army squad leader asked in English, "What happened here?" His gaze shifted between the wrecked vehicles and the woman on the ground before finally settling on Rosen's face.

Rosen ignored the government troops at the port for the time being and looked directly at the navy personnel.

"Please contact Captain Gao for us. We've captured a terrorist from Zaka's organization."

The two naval guards paused, looking at the struggling woman on the ground and the blood on her face.

"Wait a moment," the guard said, then pressed the walkie-talkie on his shoulder. "Report—there's a situation at the port gate. Several overseas Chinese have arrested... someone suspected to be a member of Zakat's organization..."

Leng Feng leaned closer to Zhou Weijie and asked in a low voice, "Can we extract information about the Zaka organization from her?"