Farming Life Starting in Africa

He has always lived a low-key life in the United States, avoiding trouble and not causing any problems, or at least that's how he sees it.

And today, is Hello Kitty really being treated like a puppet to be manipulated by anyone?

Without further hesitation, Rosen took out a man-portable air defense missile from his capsule space.

He pushed open the door and strode out of the carriage, standing steadily on the chaotic and messy bridge surface, his gaze fixed on the armed helicopter that was firing indiscriminately and extremely arrogantly.

He skillfully activated the thermal battery, and the infrared seeker instantly started cooling. In just a few seconds, the seeker, gyroscope, and aiming circuit were all online and ready to go.

Upon hearing a clear locking beep, Rosen pressed the fire button without hesitation.

With a thud!

The missile, trailing a bright, fiery tail, roared into the sky and headed straight for its target!

This was an explosive scene, witnessed by the truck driver who was blocking the road from behind.

The truck driver was already trembling with fear when the series of explosions completely destroyed all the cargo at the rear of his truck, rendering more than half a month's worth of hard work worthless.

He huddled in the driver's seat, trembling, his only thought being to pray that the insurance company would be kind enough to provide full compensation and recover some of his losses.

He watched helplessly as helicopter gunners opened fire on the traffic ahead, while his large truck was not the main target.

In contrast, the sleek pickup truck in front was bombarded by bullets the entire way, its body clanging and rattling, looking utterly miserable.

The driver felt a pang of sympathy, secretly lamenting how unlucky the driver in front was. Under such intense gunfire, he would most likely be riddled with bullets, and whether he would survive was uncertain, let alone receive an insurance claim.

Unexpectedly, the scene took a complete turn the next second.

The pickup truck door was kicked open, and a calm-looking Asian man got out carrying a long launcher, showing no panic in the face of the raging fire.

In the blink of an eye, a missile shot into the sky, and in less than two seconds, the armed helicopter that had been hovering above the bridge and wreaking havoc was blown into a huge, scorching fireball!

The wrecked fuselage, engulfed in flames, crashed heavily into the sea below, sending up a huge splash dozens of meters high.

The truck driver's eyes widened instantly, his mind went blank, and he was completely dumbfounded.

He traveled all over the United States transporting goods and had never seen such an outrageous scene before. He even wondered if he had traveled to the Middle East battlefield.

These days, even running a cargo route in the US means being forced to watch aerial combat? This is unbearable!

After blowing up the arrogant helicopter, Rosen's anger finally subsided considerably. Glancing at the road ahead, which was a mess from the bombing and barely passable by a bicycle, he had no intention of lingering in this dangerous place for even a second longer.

He turned back to the car, grumbling and complaining as he started the vehicle and slowly moved it forward.

He quickly scanned the battlefield and determined that the enemy had no remaining heavy firepower. The remaining sporadic rifle bullets could not penetrate the top-level defense of his modified pickup truck.

But he had to get away quickly.

Launching anti-aircraft missiles from a public bridge in the United States creates a tremendous commotion, with a deterrent effect even greater than that of a terrorist attack.

If he is identified by the authorities, there will be endless trouble and investigations to come.

He's currently keeping a low profile under the guise of Ah Zu, not yet at the point of openly breaking with the US government or being labeled a terrorist. But even if he were labeled, he could just change his identity. I wonder how it would feel to use the face of the current president?

Will the FBI issue an arrest warrant for the US president? Just thinking about it is exciting.

Several wrecked cars were blocking the road, but Rosen didn't hesitate. He stepped on the gas and pushed the wreckage aside, clearing a clear path for the road ahead. He was decisive and efficient, without any delay.

As he passed by the convoy of Ford SUVs that had been bombed, Rosen couldn't help but sigh.

Six top-of-the-line security SUVs were destroyed; four were completely overturned and totaled, while the remaining two barely stood upright on the road, their bodies riddled with bullet holes, a scene of utter devastation and ruin. The security personnel inside were riddled with bullets, and blood was splattered everywhere inside the vehicles.

But misfortunes kept coming one after another, giving people no chance to catch their breath.

A low hum of drones echoed across the sky as an MQ-9 Reaper drone silently circled over the battlefield, locked onto the two remaining surviving security vehicles, and launched two missiles without hesitation!

The missile exploded with a bang behind the Rosen vehicle, and a violent blast wave swept over it once again.

The close-range explosions of the two missiles were too powerful; even the top-grade bulletproof glass couldn't withstand them, and the rear window and door glass shattered instantly.

The vehicle's surface was riddled with shrapnel holes. Although the main armor was intact and not penetrated, this indiscriminate friendly fire was extremely dangerous.

Rosen completely lost his temper and couldn't help but mutter a curse under his breath: "Damn it! Are we going to have to drive an armored vehicle to commute every day? Who can stand this awful place?!"

Looking at the drones in Africa, he realized that anti-drone equipment really needed to be deployed in the future, otherwise they would be too passive.

As he grumbled, he glanced at the chaotic bridge ahead and suddenly spotted a handsome guy darting past his car and diving into a wrecked vehicle that had been blown up, seemingly frantically searching for some important supplies.

Upon seeing that familiar face, Rosen was speechless for a moment, finally figuring out the source of this outrageous attack.

Rosen truly didn't expect to run into the IMF carrying out a mission on American soil.

He always thought that the IMF's high-risk missions were all based overseas and that they were specifically targeting foreign countries to cause trouble. When did they become so bold?

To wage such a devastating, high-intensity operation directly on a major US bridge is incredibly aggressive. It turns out they're ruthless enough to even turn on their own people.

Rosen, too lazy to get involved in the IMF's mess, stepped on the gas and sped away from the chaotic heart of the attack.

The surviving pedestrians on the bridge looked at the pickup truck, riddled with bullet holes and shattered glass, yet still stubbornly driving on, with eyes full of sympathy.

Everyone felt sorry for the driver, thinking how incredibly unlucky he was to have been the victim of an indiscriminate terrorist attack, resulting in severe damage to his car. They hoped the insurance company would have some conscience and offer him some compensation.

But if I leave now, it seems like it would be considered a hit-and-run or something? The insurance company will probably refuse to pay.

Ethan Hunt only emerged from the wrecked truck after Rosen's pickup had completely driven out of sight.

He watched the battered pickup truck drive away, his eyes filled with surprise and relief.

He only saw part of the whole chaotic battle. The owner of that pickup truck was definitely a top-tier big shot who was keeping a low profile, and that car was incredibly powerful.

Just now, the driver got out of the car and fired an anti-aircraft missile, cleanly and efficiently taking down the enemy armed helicopter and rewriting the battlefield situation. Otherwise, Owen Davidian, whom we just captured, would have escaped.

All I can say is that these arrogant mercenaries were simply out of their element, having kicked a hornet's nest, and bringing trouble upon themselves.