Farming Life Starting in Africa

As for marrying a rich and beautiful woman, forget about it.

He's getting on in years; he should just live a quiet and peaceful life and not get involved in any romantic escapades. If he causes any scandals, he'll only be making a fool of himself for others to see.

At the other end of the town, far from the scene of the arrest, in a secluded shady spot.

Guan Yuming went back and found Awei and the others, taking the two prisoners with him. It was time to send them on their way.

Guan Yuming and Alejandro deliberately chose a secluded hillside where even the wind was quiet, and watched as Fausto Alarcon and Diaz, whose mouths were gagged, struggled frantically on the ground.

This place is far from the main road of the town, so there will be no passersby and no surveillance cameras, making it perfect for doing some private business.

After so many years apart, he was filled with emotion and sighs.

Alejandro was definitely the most special person he knew in Mexico.

Despite working within the system in his early years, he was remarkably upright and committed to justice, refusing to compromise his principles or compromise his integrity.

Unfortunately, fate played a cruel trick on him, and his family suffered such a tragic loss that anyone who saw it couldn't help but feel sympathy for them.

So it's no surprise that Alejandro later chose to get in touch with the CIA and use underhanded methods to hunt down drug dealers and seek revenge.

If it were any ordinary person, after experiencing the despair of the tragic death of their wife and daughter, and being completely consumed by hatred, they would really be willing to abandon all principles and do anything for revenge.

The light was dim under the shade of the trees. Alejandro turned to look at Guan Yuming, his eyes filled with a humble yet pleading look, his voice hoarse: "Jackie, leave these two to me."

Guan Yuming remained unmoved and nodded.

Fausto and his gang kidnapped his daughter and have countless blood on their hands; they should have been sentenced to death long ago. In his eyes, they were no different from dead men.

As for who ultimately sent them to their deaths, it doesn't matter at all.

The following scenes were bloody and oppressive.

Without uttering a word, Alejandro drew his dagger with swift and ruthless movements, without the slightest hesitation.

The faint sound of the blade slicing through flesh was exceptionally clear in the silent wilderness, and warm blood gushed out, staining the dry yellow earth beneath their feet and flowing all over the ground.

Several minutes passed before the two people on the ground finally stopped struggling and stopped breathing.

The evening breeze whistled by, carrying away some of the stench of blood, but it couldn't dispel the oppressive feeling that lingered in their hearts.

Guan Yuming quietly looked at Alejandro, who was kneeling on the ground, exuding a fierce aura. Only after he had completely calmed down did he slowly speak: "Alex, you've avenged yourself. Have you thought about what to do next?"

Alejandro gasped for breath, his eyes vacant. It took him a long time to recover, and his voice was weary. "Thank you, Jackie. Thank you for giving me this opportunity to avenge my wife and daughter with my own hands."

He remained silent for a long time, his eyes filled with confusion and weariness: "I don't know what else I can do. These past few years I've lived in hatred, my hands are stained with countless amounts of blood, and there's no going back."

Seeing his dejected and desperate appearance, Guan Yuming sighed inwardly.

"Since you're clueless, why don't you help me? I have a lot of goods that need to be escorted back and forth across the Mexican border. You happen to be familiar with the roads, connections, and rules here, so you'd be the perfect person to escort them for me."

Guan Yuming genuinely wanted to help him.

If no one pulls him forward, Alejandro will ultimately have only two paths to choose from. Either he will utterly fall into darkness, trapped in killing for the rest of his life, becoming a machine for revenge against drug dealers; or after achieving his revenge, he will completely give up, living a muddled and decadent life for the rest of his days.

Alejandro was stunned, clearly not expecting the other party to give him such an escape route. He hesitated before speaking, "Jackie, I..."

Guan Yuming waved his hand, "A new batch of goods will arrive in Mexico in a while. I'll take you there a couple of times. You'll get the hang of it after one trip. It's not difficult. I currently have a long-term partnership with a group in Colombia, and we use their channels to transship goods to the United States."

Alejandro's eyes flickered. "The Guzman family?"

"Yes, it's them." Guan Yuming nodded. "Compared to other messy forces, their territory and connections are relatively stable, and they have far fewer messy troubles."

Alejandro instantly understood and said in a deep voice, "The Guzman family is currently cooperating deeply with the CIA and is a key domestic force supported by them. With this relationship as a safety net, there is absolutely no risk in secretly transporting some goods for you."

"You know about their cooperation with the CIA?" Guan Yuming raised an eyebrow slightly.

Alejandro sighed. "To tell you the truth, the reason I was able to locate Diaz this time was because the CIA secretly gave me a backdoor and passed on the information."

Changing the subject, he recalled the conflict earlier that day and immediately reminded her, "However, there's a problem. You shot down a Mexican military helicopter today, which is a bit troublesome."

Guan Yuming raised his eyes to look at the two cold corpses on the ground, his gaze utterly calm: "Don't worry."

"The only ones who witnessed the whole thing are you and these two dead men. The outside world can't trace it back to us at all, and even if they did, they wouldn't have any evidence."

Alejandro nodded and said in a low voice, "I will keep this a complete secret, a thorn in my side."

When questioned by Matt, he insisted that when he arrived at the stronghold, the castle had already been attacked and breached, leaving the scene in ruins with no clues left. In the end, he had no choice but to execute Diaz.

After driving for more than ten hours, Rosen was inevitably a little tired, and his eyelids were slightly heavy.

Just then, the car entered the rural area of ​​northern Kentucky, and the scenery instantly changed from a bustling highway to vast woodlands and detached houses, sparsely populated and exceptionally quiet.

Just then, my phone rang again, and the caller ID showed an unfamiliar public phone on the street.

When the call connected, Swagger's hoarse and tired voice came through the receiver: "Hello, where are you?"

Rosen glanced at the car's navigation system and casually replied, "Just entered northern Kentucky, where are you?"

"Wait for me at the southern rural intersection of Kenny City. I'll be there in about an hour. Did you bring the medicine I mentioned before?" Swagger's voice was tense, clearly indicating that the pain from his wound was still tormenting him.

"I brought everything, enough for you."

As darkness fell completely, the shadows of the trees lining the country lanes created a somber atmosphere.

Rosen, wearing the Azu mask, sat in the pickup truck waiting. A short while later, a dilapidated pickup truck pulled up beside him, and a disheveled figure stepped out – it was Swagger.