Farming Life Starting in Africa

In the town of Basem, Sayed is eating breakfast.

His top henchman, Al-Jahidi, entered and bowed reverently to Saeed. "The contact time with Imara has passed."

Saeed gave a contemptuous laugh.

"Looks like something's happened." He picked up a piece of bread, tore off a small piece, put it in his mouth, and chewed slowly. "I told you, this woman loves to show off too much. She'll get herself killed sooner or later."

Al-Jahidi waited two seconds, making sure Said wasn't going to continue complaining, before asking, "So, are we still going to proceed as planned? She knows our arrangements at the port. If she speaks up..."

"Let's stick to plan," Said waved his hand. "The ammunition was provided by that idiot Sharaf. As long as we can drag him down with us, that's enough. As for what she knows, it doesn't matter anymore."

Aljashidi silently left the room, his footsteps fading into the distance in the corridor.

After finishing the last piece of bread, Sayed pushed the plate forward, leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes.

Several tens of minutes later, a convoy set off from the town of Basem.

The truck beds were covered with large camouflage cloths, making them bulge. They got on the highway and headed towards the port of Oharfa.

At the port of Oharfa, Rosen and his group returned to their car, where Miao Feng and Zhou Weijie were enjoying the breakfast that Rosen had brought back.

Rosen stared in amazement at the huge bag of US dollars in front of him. Five hundred thousand dollars, packed in a plastic bag labeled "THANK YOU".

This art style is very African.

"I never expected this," Rosen said, picking up a wad of cash and patting it in his hand with a crisp "snap," "the fastest way to get rich here is actually by catching terrorists. If I had known this, I would have become a bounty hunter."

Hearing this, Zhou Weijie rolled his eyes.

He still harbored a grudge about that bastard using his own clients to exchange for the bounty.

Rosen divided the $500,000 into four parts, each worth $125,000.

"Brother Miao," Rosen pushed a pile of money in front of Miao Feng, "you shouldn't have to worry about finding a wife now, right?"

Miao Feng quickly put down his chopsticks, grinned, and reached out to take the money. His smile was as bright as the desert sun.

"Now we'll definitely have enough for the bride price!"

Upon hearing this, Leng Feng asked in surprise, "You married a woman from Jiangxi? She was so expensive?"

Miao Feng gave an awkward smile and scratched his head: "It's from Jiujiang..."

"Aren't you from Northeast China? What are you doing looking for a wife there! Do you really need that many?"

"We met online, and that's how it is where they are, there's nothing I can do. If I don't give a bride price, her parents won't let her marry. If I give too little, they'll say I'm not sincere. They've raised their daughter for over twenty years, I understand..."

Zhou Weijie was stunned for a moment, then stabbed him.

"Why does marrying a wife cost so much money? I've been a prostitute in Africa for decades and I haven't spent that much. Your one marriage is enough for me to live on for a lifetime."

"You don't understand, young women in China are more particular about their quality of life." Rosen patted Zhou Weijie on the shoulder. "Unlike you, who only encounters cheap goods. Different needs, different markets, of course the prices are different."

Zhou Weijie glanced sideways at Rosen, quickly finished the last bite of his food, put down the lunchbox, and wiped his mouth with a tissue: "Tch, it's just materialism. Don't think this old fogey can't understand!"

Just then, Zhao Haiguang walked over. "Have you eaten?"

Rosen nodded and said with a smile, "Your food is really good. If we eat like this for a few more meals, we're all sure to get fat."

Leng Feng muttered to himself, "Nothing beats the food in our unit. Those who sail at sea never get any fresh food."

Only Rosen, with his keen ears, heard the sound. He casually elbowed Leng Feng in the ribs, almost causing Leng Feng to lose his breath.

"We're preparing to send a rescue team to the town of Basem," Zhao Haiguang said. "What are your plans? Will you stay at the port and wait for news, or...?"

"Of course we'll go check it out," Rosen chimed in. "We can look out for each other with your people. More hands make light work."

Zhao Haiguang nodded.

He had already guessed this answer. Judging from their previous behavior, it was unlikely that they would stay obediently at the port.

"Since you're going over there too, you must stay with our people, follow orders, and not act recklessly. Can you do that?"

"Well—" Zhou Weijie was about to say something when Rosen stopped him.

"No problem." Rosen nodded with a grin.

Zhou Weijie glanced at Rosen but didn't say anything more. He had worked with Rosen for so long and knew that this man, though seemingly carefree, was actually very perceptive.

After Zhao Haiguang had walked a distance, Zhou Weijie lowered his voice and said, "Listen to these soldiers' orders? What if they cause trouble?"

Rosen glanced at Leng Feng beside him, clearly wanting to speak.

Rosen spoke first.

"Our goal is to save lives, and so are theirs. As long as the outcome is good, that's enough. As for the process, who's in charge and who's giving orders, that's not important."

Rosen thought that once they got to Basem, they could just play however they wanted. The Dragons had their own style of play, and they were just amateurs who could fill in the gaps.

After all, there was Leng Feng in the team. He still had the habits of a soldier. Although he often disobeyed orders in the past, he was definitely willing to take orders deep down.

At nine o'clock, the port became lively.

Government vehicles drove in one after another, and the drivers left immediately after parking and handing over their vehicles.

The two teams of Jiaolong, totaling sixteen people, carried boxes of supplies off the warship with the help of others.

So many boxes were piled up together, like a small mountain, and it was clear that the vehicles provided by the government army wouldn't be able to hold them all.

At this moment, Yang Rui walked up to Rosen carrying a bag, stopped, and saluted.

"Hello comrade, I am Yang Rui, captain of the Jiaolong Commando Team. I have been ordered to go to Basem to rescue the hostages. From now on—just follow my instructions. Political Commissar Zhao should have already told you."

After saying that, he handed over the bag he was carrying.

"This contains our personal terminals, temporarily issued to you for mission convenience. It has maps, communication, and location tracking. Once you wear it, we're all part of the same system."

Rosen took the bag, unzipped it, and looked inside.

Inside are four digital individual arm-mounted terminals, which are small tablets strapped to the forearm, about the size of a mobile phone but smaller than an iPad. There is also a matching tactical outdoor watch.