Farming Life Starting in Africa

"They're essentially drug dealers too, people who live on the edge and are only after profit. Don't expect them to help with this kind of deadly personal vendetta. No one will do anything for me for free unless there's something in it for them."

That's absolutely true. People who get involved in organized crime and drugs have no humanity whatsoever.

Ironically, most of the notorious and ruthless drug cartel forces in Mexico were secretly nurtured and supported by the Americans.

Poor Mexico, it's just too far from God and too close to the United States.

Just as the three were chatting, a steady engine sound came from the road in the distance.

An old Chrysler Grand Voyager slowly drove up, its paint peeling and yellowed, and came to a steady stop beside them.

The driver was a young man he didn't recognize; Rosen didn't recall him.

As for the person sitting in the passenger seat, it's most likely Chen Ximeng, since he's wearing glasses.

To be honest, these brothers look almost identical, like they were copied and pasted. Ordinary people can't tell them apart at all.

If they went to a buffet, it would be like having a cheat code. They only need to pay for one meal, and their three stomachs can take turns eating, easily getting their money's worth. Their eating power would completely crush ordinary people who just eat rice.

Even Ryoko might not be able to defeat them.

The car door opened with a click, and a composed figure landed first—it was Fu Longsheng.

Guan Yuming stood up and looked over. The moment their eyes met, a tense atmosphere inexplicably filled the air.

There was no tense standoff, only the instinctive wariness and probing between top hunters.

Both of them sensed a strong aura of danger emanating from each other, a sense of oppression that only ruthless individuals who had experienced countless battles and witnessed countless killings possessed.

Seeing this, Rosen quickly stepped between the two, breaking the awkward standoff.

He first pointed to Guan Yuming and introduced him with a smile: "This is Mr. Guan Yuming, the person who commissioned our operation this time."

He then turned to Fu Longsheng and said, "This is Mr. Chen Chongshan and his team; they are the ones who accepted the employment."

He had no intention of exposing Fu Longsheng's true nature. The old man was deep in thought and extremely wary; he kept his cards close to his chest. Revealing his secrets rashly would only create more trouble and be difficult to explain.

Upon hearing the alias, Fu Longsheng showed no emotion whatsoever, simply nodding expressionlessly.

At first, Rosen just made up a name to fool him, but he later had Simon investigate his background thoroughly.

"We came in a hurry and didn't have time to prepare any equipment or supplies," Fu Longsheng said calmly, neither humble nor arrogant.

Guan Yuming glanced at the truck full of weapons not far away and said calmly, "It's alright, we have enough firepower here."

As soon as he finished speaking, the doors of the Grand Voyager opened one after another, and a group of people got out of the car in turn. There were seven people in total, including Fu Longsheng, all of whom were adopted sons whom Fu Longsheng had raised himself.

The group of people looked young and had immature faces, like inexperienced young men, but they all exuded a capable and focused aura, without the slightest hint of laziness.

Fu Longsheng spoke simply and efficiently, introducing each person's expertise to everyone in turn, with a clear division of labor.

Chen Xiwang is the team's strongest close-combat ace, proficient in close-quarters combat, stealth tracking, and covert assassination. His marksmanship is extremely accurate. In this operation, he serves as the assault soldier, responsible for breaking through the enemy lines head-on.

Chen Ximeng is a technical hacker specializing in network attack and defense. He can easily intrude into and tamper with surveillance systems, traffic networks, and server backends, cutting off enemy signals and forging data anytime, anywhere. He is the core of the team's electronic warfare capabilities.

Hu Feng is the team's dedicated tactical strategist, skilled in tactical deployment, camouflage planning, and intelligence analysis. He is proficient in various environmental camouflage techniques and has an exceptional ability to adapt to changing circumstances.

Ah Wei specializes in weapon fighting and close-quarters combat. He is also very strong in head-on confrontations and will join Xi Wang in frontal assaults, focusing on breakthroughs and containment.

Xiao Xin has top-notch tracking skills, with sharp and swift leg techniques. High-speed pursuit, field reconnaissance, and tailing are all his strengths.

Zizai is a top-notch master of disguise, proficient in changing appearances, imitating accents, forging identities, and infiltrating.

To be honest, in Guan Yuming's opinion, these people's marksmanship was only passable. They could barely be considered elite in an ordinary team, but when compared to top professional warriors, the gap was still obvious.

In their entire team, only Fu Longsheng and Chen Xiwang can truly be called top-notch all-around warriors.

Even so, Guan Yuming felt much more at ease.

With such a well-trained and highly skilled team in place, his chances of rescuing his daughter instantly increased.

On the other side, Fu Longsheng's adopted sons were completely captivated by the Paramount raiders beside them.

This car has an exaggerated design and a fierce aura. With its sharp edges and heavy body, it looks like a formidable land weapon at first glance, exuding a sense of ferocity.

These young people, who were used to seeing heavy equipment, were seeing such a hardcore armored vehicle for the first time. Even the well-informed Fu Longsheng couldn't help but take a second look at the vehicle, secretly marveling at its incredible features. However, he quite liked it.

Seeing everyone's curious expressions, Rosen didn't hide anything. He casually opened the rear hatch and pulled out the large cardboard box inside.

"Come and get your gear. These are the tactical uniforms I've prepared for you. They come in all sizes, and the fit is loose with room to spare. Pick the ones that fit you well. They all have Velcro straps, so you can adjust the size slightly."

Fu Longsheng glanced down at the thin tactical uniform in the cardboard box, his brows furrowing slightly involuntarily, his expression turning somewhat grim.

These guys are going to go head-to-head with fully armed drug dealers, and they're wearing this thin layer of cloth? Not even a proper bulletproof vest?

But the young men were full of interest, looking at the replica of the US military's tactical uniform with great curiosity, without giving it much thought.

A group of grown men, there was nothing to be shy about when it came to changing clothes, so they started changing right there and then.

Guan Yuming knew Rosen's resources well. He had heard Qian Bida mention before that Rosen had specially made bulletproof equipment.

As he quickly put on his tactical uniform, he lowered his voice and asked softly, "Is this the kind of special bulletproof material your uncle mentioned?"

Rosen stated without hesitation, "That's right, these clothes are all bulletproof. But let me make it clear beforehand, these clothes must be collected and recycled after use; they cannot be kept privately."

Upon hearing this, everyone present was stunned, turning to look at the thin tactical uniform on their bodies, their faces filled with disbelief.

Fu Longsheng reached out and touched the fabric. It felt thin and soft, not at all like protective gear. His tone was somewhat skeptical: "This thin material, can it really stop bullets? It's not just a gimmick, is it?"