Farming Life Starting in Africa

After a tense struggle, he was ultimately outnumbered and forced by a dense swarm of police cars to the banks of the Drava River.

With his front road blocked and a river behind him, and heavily armed police forces surrounding him on both sides, with a dense array of car headlights and gun barrels pointed at his vehicle, Swagger had no way to escape.

In a desperate situation, Swagger hardened his eyes and gritted his teeth, taking a gamble.

He quickly shifted into reverse, slammed his right foot on the accelerator, and the Ford's tires spun rapidly, sending up a cloud of white smoke as it crashed through the roadside guardrail, plunging rear-end into the turbulent waters of the Delaware River.

Hundreds of kilometers away on the interstate highway, Rosen drove his Dodge Ram SRT-10 pickup truck, a gift from nature, at breakneck speed toward Kentucky.

The scenery outside the window rushed past, night slowly enveloped the earth, the trees on both sides of the road were dark and gloomy, and the occasional streetlights flashed by, casting flickering light and shadow inside the car. While holding the steering wheel firmly, Rosen reviewed the entire plot of "Sniper" in his mind.

To be honest, Swag is really pitiful.

While on a mission abroad, he was ordered to act as a spy, and he was lucky to survive and retire.

In the United States, he didn't provoke anyone at all, but his patriotism was exploited, and he stumbled into a shady business at the top.

His desire to leave cleanly and unscathed is basically a pipe dream.

In the United States, where capital reigns supreme and interests are paramount, the rules are always set for ordinary people.

If you can't get a table at the dinner table, you'll just become food on the table, at the mercy of others.

Rosen secretly planned his business expansion in the United States, while also pondering the operating style of these top elites.

This group of people has no permanent enemies, only permanent interests. As long as the stakes are high enough, even the biggest grudges can be wiped clean, and they can sit down together and make money together.

But the prerequisite is that you have enough cards to play and chips to use.

Otherwise, forget about getting rich at the table; you'll most likely end up being the unlucky one who ends up on the dinner table, at the mercy of others.

With that thought in mind, Rosen casually took out his phone and dialed Chen Ximeng's number.

The phone was answered instantly after just one ring. Rosen said, "Is it a convenient time to talk?"

Chen Ximeng immediately understood and hung up the call without saying a word.

Without a doubt, that old fox Fu Longsheng is definitely right next to Chen Ximeng.

This old fellow is meticulous, experienced, and has a keen sense of smell, even better than a hunting dog; he can detect the slightest disturbance.

He must not be allowed to hear a word about this.

Chen Ximeng and his friends are young and simple-minded. They can't see through the many deep-seated schemes and power struggles, making them perfect for handling such secretive matters, as they are less likely to be exposed.

Rosen wasn't in a hurry; he drove steadily, speeding towards Kentucky.

After waiting for several hours, the phone finally lit up again; it was Chen Ximeng calling back.

"Honey badger, what's going on? Another job?"

"Help me find out detailed information about these two people, the more complete the better," Rosen said calmly, getting straight to the point.

Chen Ximeng on the other end of the phone immediately adopted a composed demeanor, chuckling lightly, "Hehe, you know my rules, my fees aren't cheap."

Rosen was truly speechless; this kid was putting on airs with him.

He didn't bother with pleasantries and went straight to the point: "How expensive can it be? Ten thousand dollars per person, is that enough to keep you busy?"

The moment the words left his mouth, the tone on the other end of the line completely changed. Chen Ximeng immediately beamed, his voice dripping with obsequiousness: "Enough! Enough! That's more than enough! Tell me, who are you investigating?"

Rosen chuckled inwardly, thinking to himself, "He really is a penniless wretch."

These wolf cubs are living a very frugal life.

All their mission profits were controlled and distributed by Fu Longsheng. After deducting equipment, training, and miscellaneous expenses, the money they received was only enough to make a living as ordinary wage earners.

No wonder they later tried desperately to break free from the wolf king's control. Who would want to work for someone else and earn a meager living?

"Two people. The first is a retired soldier named Isaac Jensen, who holds the rank of colonel. The second is a senator named Charles Mitcham."

After giving the two names, Chen Ximeng on the other end of the phone was visibly taken aback, his tone tinged with surprise: "Why are you investigating these two important figures? Are you trying to cause trouble?"

"Just investigate, don't ask too many questions. Organize the information and send it to my email as soon as possible. Be careful not to expose yourself," Rosen said casually, ending the conversation abruptly.

"Hehe, I'm a professional."

Rosen had no doubt about this; he and Chen Xitai were able to thrive on the dark web, so they must have something to offer.

More than three hours later, Chen Ximeng called.

"I've got Senator Mitcham's information sorted out and sent it to your email. As for Colonel Jensen, there's absolutely no information about him through public channels. He's either using a fake name or he's a confidential insider. If you want to dig deeper, you'll have to find someone in the know and pull strings, and this fee won't cover the costs."

Rosen was quite satisfied after listening.

He never expected to uncover everyone's secrets at once. In the end, Jason was just an executor running errands. The real mastermind was that senator. Getting the information on the key figures was enough.

"Okay, the senator's information is enough. I'll transfer the payment to you later."

The trench was leaning against the school bus, enjoying the hot evening breeze, leisurely watching the prisoners not far away, his mouth almost stretched to his ears in a grin.

Gabriel Cortez, handcuffed and lying on the ground, struggled and muttered something under his breath.

The soldiers in the trenches felt incredibly satisfied.

He was fully prepared for a head-on confrontation, having mentally rehearsed the intense gunfight a hundred times. He had checked his ammunition several times and found cover in advance, eagerly awaiting a fierce battle with the ruthless gang that was rescuing the escaped criminals.

The funny thing is, that's what happened next.

They didn't even see a trace of the ruthless gang, nor did they hear any gunshots; instead, they were greeted by the main culprits.

This guy was a complete idiot; his brain seemed to short-circuit. Without thinking, he plunged headlong into their pre-arranged encirclement. The car had barely stopped when, before he could even react, five black gun barrels were pointed directly at his face.

That's great, zero casualties, zero fighting, we took them down easily.

Looking at the desperate fugitive on the ground, Zhanhao thought to himself, "This kind of regular, reliable work is definitely more comfortable, reassuring, and secure."

He's saying goodbye to all those dirty jobs as a mercenary, where life and death are at stake. Let whoever wants to do it do it; he's determined not to touch them again.

He even had so much free time that he started planning his future, intending to focus on the proper path, gradually move towards politics, and steadily climb to the pinnacle of his life.