Farming Life Starting in Africa

Rosen strode forward. "Uncle Ming, what happened? How did you end up being targeted?"

Guan Yuming took a deep breath, suppressed the surging emotions in his heart, and slowly began to explain the cause and effect.

"Remember when I mentioned to you before that I had worked with the Sonora Group and used their cross-border tunnel to transport goods?"

Rosen nodded slightly; he was aware of the matter. Later, Guan Yuming changed partners and chose Columbia Group instead, for a simple reason.

Columbia Group is more old-fashioned. Although they have many rules, they operate steadily and the risks are controllable. The only drawback is that their commission is a bit high, but their advantage is that they are safe and reliable. You don't have to worry about something going wrong every day.

"We've been shipping a lot of goods lately, and the profits are more substantial." A cold glint flashed in Guan Yuming's eyes. "They've approached me time and again to try and get a share of the profits, but I've refused them all. I suspect they're just jealous of how much money we're making, and when we couldn't reach an agreement, they started plotting something else, which is why they set their sights on Xiao Fan."

Rosen was speechless after hearing this; he was truly speechless at the audacity of these drug lords.

Kidnapping people and retaliating maliciously when business deals fall through? That's incredibly petty. No wonder these drug lords have been entrenched on the border for so many years, yet they've never really grown big enough to even get on the table.

To put it bluntly, they're just a bunch of reckless brutes who only know how to fight and kill; they have absolutely no long-term vision.

If you were to randomly appoint a Chinese businessman or civil servant with some vision and understanding of the bigger picture to be the leader of this area, they could steadily manage the business for a few years and streamline the relationships with upstream and downstream partners.

In the end, even the appointment and removal of local government officials depended on his whim. Becoming the king of an underground kingdom was an easy task for him. If you don't believe me, you can ask the Huawei employees who used to work in Africa. Haven't there been any legendary figures among them?

These drug lords are ultimately a rabble.

After calming himself down for a moment, Guan Yuming looked up at Rosen and asked in a deep voice, "Xiao Da told me that you temporarily hired a team of people to come and provide support?"

"Yes, he's a temporary helper I found." Rosen nodded frankly and said with a smile, "The person in charge is very capable, and all the people under him were trained by him from a young age."

The lone wolf, who had been standing silently to the side, raised an eyebrow slightly upon hearing this and muttered to himself, "A family-run mercenary group?"

Having been in the mercenary circle for many years, he knew all too well the ins and outs of this kind of team.

This kind of privately cultivated team is either a suicide squad or a carefully crafted successor team.

A leader who can command respect and inspire unwavering loyalty must possess both exceptional ability and charisma. A slight misstep could lead to betrayal by his subordinates. Such individuals are extremely rare.

"When will they arrive?" Guan Yuming asked urgently, his eyes filled with urgency, every minute and second now was crucial.

As soon as he finished speaking, Rosen's phone vibrated in his pocket, and the caller ID showed it was Chen Ximeng.

He answered the phone quickly: "Where are you?"

After a brief exchange, Rosen hung up the phone and turned to the two of them: "It's very close, we're nearby, we can get here in a few minutes."

Guan Yuming breathed a slight sigh of relief, then remembered something else, "You brought a large amount of military equipment this time?"

"Yeah, it's all loaded in the truck, so there's definitely enough firepower," Rosen replied casually.

Guan Yuming patted the dust off his trousers, suppressing his anxiety, and took the lead in walking outside: "Come on, let's go out and see how much stuff you brought. Xiao Da told me everything about what happened in Africa, is it true?"

Rosen smiled but did not answer. His experience in Africa was indeed quite magical. He and a few others, along with more than a dozen members of Jiaolong, actually killed over a hundred terrorists. Who would believe that?

The group walked out of the abandoned house side by side. The afternoon sun pierced through the sparse branches and fell into the shade of a tree not far away.

The massive, all-black Paramount Marauder lay silently in place, its armor gleaming with a cold metallic sheen. Its menacing aura, amplified by a full load of weapons, was palpable even from a distance.

Looking at the layers upon layers of modified weapons on the vehicle, both Guan Yuming, who had seen it all, and Lone Wolf, who had been through countless battles, were instantly stunned, their eyes filled with shock.

Lone Wolf couldn't help but ask, "Where did you get this thing from? The modifications are way too over-the-top!"

Rosen smiled faintly, exuding the same arrogant air as Zhuo Yifan, "It cost money, of course. A complete set of private modifications. The equipment and modifications for just this one armored vehicle cost nine million US dollars."

"Nine million?!"

Both of them twitched their lips simultaneously and fell silent instantly.

Are they all this brutal in Africa? They clearly haven't seen enough. This isn't an armored vehicle; it's a mobile fire fortress built with an enormous budget!

Rosen pulled open the heavy armored vehicle door, and the moment he opened the rear compartment, a full load of munitions came into view, creating a strong visual impact.

In the empty space of the rear cabin, hundreds of modified racing drones were neatly stacked, densely covering the corners, all of them self-destruct attack weapons.

In addition, there were two M1 81mm mortars, their barrels brand new and shiny, with five boxes of mortar shells neatly arranged beside them.

Six anti-tank rockets of unknown type and four anti-aircraft missiles were neatly arranged.

The corner was also piled with plastic explosives, various grenades, flashbangs, smoke grenades, and all kinds of assault and suppression weapons and firearms, all of which looked like the models currently in service with the US military. They were all available and in astonishing quantities, more than enough for them to fight a small-scale assault.

There was another large cardboard box at the very back, but I don't know what was inside.

At this moment, both Guan Yuming and Lone Wolf felt completely at ease.

With this vehicle carrying terrifying firepower as a backup, the chances of success in this dangerous cross-border rescue have doubled.

They're even planning to attack the US military base today, and they're confident they can pull it off.

The final hurdle is seeing how many reliable people Rosen can bring in to bolster the team.

Rosen, still harboring a question, couldn't help but turn to Guan Yuming beside him, his tone tinged with curiosity: "Uncle Ming, I've never understood why you didn't ask the Columbia Group to lend a hand? Aren't they mortal enemies with the Sonora Group? Aren't they both hoping for the other's demise? They would definitely be happy to get involved!"

Guan Yuming shook his head slightly, a hint of indifference in his eyes that suggested he understood people's true nature. "You're still too young. You've underestimated these people."