Farming Life Starting in Africa

"Once you live in Africa for a while, you'll understand the advantages of a high truck bed," Rosen said as he helped move the boxes. "It'll be difficult for anyone to steal from you; they'd need a ladder. And with these big tires, you'll never have to worry about not being able to get through rough roads or getting stuck."

Yang Rui didn't reply, and continued to lean out to receive the boxes being handed to him.

Rosen quietly opened the lid of a box behind him.

The box was long and narrow, about 1.3 meters long and about 40 centimeters in diameter, with a gray-green plastic shell and a white label on it with some parameters and warnings.

Once the lid was opened, inside was a thick, grayish-green plastic tube with a textured surface to prevent slipping. The tube opening was sealed with a plastic cap. At the very back of the tube was a khaki-colored square cloth bag, tightly zipped up, bulging out.

The bag was labeled: HJ-12.

Rosen's eyes lit up instantly.

HJ-12 is the same as HJ-12!

A powerful weapon against tanks and bunkers! The key is, this thing is a missile!

With this thing, Mom no longer worries about him not being able to handle tanks. Pattons and T-72s are nothing but paper in front of him. One shot, and no matter what kind of armor you have, they're all turned into scrap metal.

Even if you encounter a third-generation main battle tank, a single hit to its armor would be enough to slice it off and submit it to a sword-forging competition.

He quickly glanced around and, seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Rosen quietly tossed the large plastic tube and the cloth bag next to it into the capsule space, then quickly closed the lid.

The HJ-12 immediately lay down on the universal platform and entered scanning mode. Various data and 3D model diagrams began to scroll rapidly on the virtual screen of the universal platform.

The plastic bucket is just its outer shell. Inside is a high-strength composite material launch tube, which is already loaded with a missile and has folding fins at the tail.

Inside that square cloth bag was a fire control aiming unit equipped with thermal imaging and laser ranging.

Simply connect the fire control unit to the launch tube, aim at the target, and press the fire button, and all your worries will disappear.

Its powerful warhead can also effectively destroy bunkers, fortified positions, small surface ships, and helicopters hovering at low altitudes.

Rosen couldn't help but smile, his lips curving upwards.

After a while, three more HJ-12s were brought up.

Two HN-6s were brought up right after them.

It's also a long, narrow box, but it's thinner and shorter than the HJ-12's. It's green, and there's a red pull ring on the lid.

Rosen wished he could just pounce on the box. If Swagger had had this when he was on that awful mission, his spotter probably would have survived.

Feeling the progress on the all-purpose platform and seeing what was to be loaded onto the truck, Rosen was very happy. He planned to sit in the truck bed on the way, thinking a little sun was nothing. He figured that if he endured this hardship, he wouldn't have to suffer so much in the future.

This is where I'll find the capital to switch to the arms industry in the future.

There were also two 120mm anti-tank rocket launchers and three boxes of ammunition. Even Rosen thought it was just so-so; after all, with the HJ-12, other anti-tank weapons didn't seem so appealing.

In addition to the weapons and ammunition carried by the Jiaolong Commando team members themselves, they also carried a large number of Type 82 handleless grenades, thermobaric grenades, and delayed-explosive C4.

Thermobaric grenades are also weapons exceeding safety limits. Their destructive power is immense, capable of ignoring body armor and inflicting massive damage on carbon-based life forms. If detonated indoors, virtually no one would survive. Even if someone were to miraculously survive, they would be incapacitated and slowly die.

He also saw three QLT89 35mm grenade launchers, along with hundreds of grenades. Those things, when fired, are like small cannons; one shot can cover half a basketball court.

As he watched the equipment being loaded onto the trucks one after another, he silently sighed: he finally understood how severe the "fear of insufficient firepower" was in the domestic army. The firepower they brought could send the enemy back to the Stone Age.

Even so, Yang Rui said that these were all conventional firepower. Rosen suddenly really wanted to know what kind of unconventional firepower he was talking about.

After the equipment was loaded onto the vehicles, the convoy set off.

An armed Humvee led the way. Their two vehicles were sandwiched in the middle of the convoy, with an armored vehicle in front and a Humvee behind, making them look like VIPs needing protection. If something really happened, the armor on their vehicles wouldn't be as effective as the armor on Rosen's two cars.

The convoy followed the port's perimeter, bypassing the city and making a large detour to leave. At the last intersection before leaving Ohalfa Port, there was a checkpoint set up by government forces. They only had to negotiate briefly before being allowed to pass.

Rosen sat in the back of the pickup truck, leaning against a pile of boxes, squinting at the government troops. He was still somewhat worried. Even if no government troops accompanied them on the way, their departure from the port would be reported to Zaka's organization in advance by the government's inside agents.

Once we left the port and entered the Gobi Desert, the view suddenly opened up.

Rosen leaned back in the pickup truck bed, legs crossed, a cigarette between his fingers. He dialed Zhou Weijie's number, who was sitting in the Jeep. The phone rang twice before being answered.

"Old Zhou, we'll be passing through mountainous areas soon, so let's take turns flying the drone to observe."

"What's wrong? What did you find?"

"I'm worried that our inside agents in the government forces will tip off Zaka's organization beforehand," Rosen exhaled a puff of smoke. "They'll give us a hard time on the road."

"Okay, I understand." Zhou Weijie hung up the phone.

Rosen put his phone back in his pocket and squinted at the distant horizon. The heatwave on the Gobi Desert rippled, and the distant hills looked as if they had been baked. He stubbed out his cigarette and opened another box of weapons, tossing it into his capsule space to replicate them.

Shortly after the Jiaolong Commando team left, Consul He Qingliu received another call from Xia Nan. "Hey? Ms. Xia, I'm not aware of the military's operations yet. They have their own missions, all of which are classified."

On the other end of the phone, Xia Nan's tone was urgent, "Then please ask for me! Urge the military to take action as soon as possible! Among the hostages kidnapped by Zaka's organization is William Parsons of Green Valley Energy! They kidnapped him specifically for this!"

He Qingliu frowned: "William Parsons? The one from Green Valley Energy?"

"Yes! That's him!"

This person possesses a large quantity of radioactive nuclear materials, and he has already acquired the technology to process yellowcake! Once the Zarqa organization obtains the technology and yellowcake, they can manufacture bombs capable of spreading contaminated materials on a large scale! In other words, if yellowcake falls into their hands—the next terrorist attack will kill many people!