Farming Life Starting in Africa

The sole purpose of coming here is to find someone.

According to the intelligence compiled by Chen Ximeng, Senator Charles Mitcham had a fixed habit: every weekend night, he would come to MGM National Port to relax, gamble a couple of times, and then spend the night in his hotel suite.

Chen Ximeng is always reliable in his work. He not only compiled the resort's complete security, layout, and personnel information, but also sent over the room number, entry and exit times, and exclusive routes of Charles's regular top-floor suite. The information was so accurate that it was impeccable.

Rosen couldn't help but think that the ten thousand dollars he spent was absolutely worth it.

With a complete set of forged compliance documents prepared in advance, Lawson remained calm and composed throughout the process, successfully completing the check-in procedures at the front desk.

As he entered his guest room, he casually closed the door behind him. His eyes quickly scanned the door lock mechanism, and the moment he saw its construction, he couldn't help but laugh.

He had been secretly worried that the top-tier VIP suites would most likely be equipped with high-end encrypted anti-pry locks, and it would take him a lot of effort to sneak in unnoticed.

The result was truly eye-opening. This top-tier suite, which costs tens of thousands of yuan a night, used the most ordinary three-pronged tongue lock. There was no anti-pry guard or clutch locking mechanism. The security was ridiculously rudimentary, practically a complete waste.

That's great, the difficulty level has dropped to zero, it's a freebie.

Rosen waited patiently until the corridor was completely empty and the surroundings were silent. He walked as lightly as a breeze to the door of Charles's suite.

He took out an ultra-thin stainless steel insert from his pocket, aimed it at the door crack, and gently probed and slid it slightly. Without the slightest effort, with a soft "whoosh," the door was easily pushed open, the whole process smooth and silent, without making a sound.

Stepping into the luxurious and spacious presidential suite, the interior is lavishly decorated, and the floor-to-ceiling windows offer a stunning view of the riverside at night.

Rosen remained calm and first set up miniature surveillance equipment in a hidden corner of the living room.

After setting up the surveillance system, he carefully placed a ten-kilogram TNT plastic bomb, inserted the detonator, and then covered it with an inconspicuous paper gift box, disguising it as an ordinary gift.

This thing looks ordinary, but what's inside could blow up an entire floor.

After finishing the setup, Rosen didn't waste any time while waiting. He took out his phone and began to study the complete set of detailed information about the surrounding US military bases.

He had already planned it all out; this trip would definitely involve visiting the surrounding US military bases and significantly expanding his arsenal.

Just like having many skills is never a burden, having more equipment gives him more confidence. Even if he can't fly a fighter jet right now, it doesn't stop him from collecting a few to play with. They're pleasing to the eye to look at, not to mention he can hand them over to the country.

The US military base has so many good things: M1A2 SEP v3 main battle tanks, AH-64E Apache attack helicopters, and all kinds of heavy firepower equipment, all of which are on his inventory list.

With a bit more luck, he might even find a few small bombs with added radiation; the B83 and B61 series are his top choices, their destructive power would definitely satisfy him.

If Rosen had actually managed to acquire these small bombs, he would have already planned out where to put them.

Since our Miss Qiu doesn't easily go out to visit, let's prepare a few more upgraded versions of the little boy and fat boy figurines to "deliver gifts" to our island neighbors.

He believes that being polite is never a bad thing, which will help him gain many acquaintances and friends in Japan.

The only headache is the limitation of the capsule space, which is currently only 600 cubic meters. It is more than enough to store small equipment, but it is completely insufficient for large vehicles.

He couldn't even get a chance to scan and register the C130 transport aircraft that he coveted the most; he could only watch helplessly, which was truly frustrating.

Rosen eagerly awaited the rapid development and upgrade of the giant tree within his body, hoping to expand the space within his capsule.

It doesn't need to be able to accommodate the entire carrier battle group, but it should at least be able to fit a few C-5M Super Galaxy transport aircraft; that would be enough.

The process of waiting is always tedious and tedious. The room is quiet, with only the soft sound of the evening breeze passing through the buildings outside the window.

Just as Rosen was getting bored, about to doze off, and his patience was about to run out, the tightly closed suite door was finally gently pushed open from the outside.

A tall, slender white woman swayed her hips as she walked in, her makeup exquisite and her figure stunning.

She closed the door behind her without glancing at the living room, completely unaware that someone else had entered the room. She went straight to the bathroom by the door, turned on the tap, and the sound of running water soon filled the room.

Rosen was instantly embarrassed. His heart skipped a beat, and he muttered to himself, "Could it be that Chen Ximeng's information was wrong and I went to the wrong room?"

Just as he was pondering and doubting the accuracy of the intelligence, the door was pushed open again.

The main guest of the evening—Senator Charles Mitcham—walked in with a flushed face and a faint smell of alcohol. It was clear that he had just finished a drinking party at the casino downstairs, and he exuded a relaxed and extravagant aura.

He listened to the sound of water running in the bathroom and smiled with satisfaction.

He casually took off his suit jacket, loosened his tie, and planned to go to the living room sofa to rest and relax.

But as soon as he stepped into the living room, his gaze swept across the room and instantly fixed on Rosen, who was sitting quietly on the sofa. He stopped abruptly in his tracks.

When Rosen saw the person in question arrive, he remained calm and quietly turned on the hidden surveillance camera in the room, starting to record audio and video.

Charles stood frozen for two seconds, listening to the continuous sound of running water in the bathroom, his mind racing, but he showed no unusual emotion on his face, remaining calm and composed throughout.

He stared at Rosen and said in a flat tone, "Sir, have you come to the wrong room?"

"You've come to the right place. I came here specifically to wait for you, Mr. Charles." Rosen sat relaxed, his tone indifferent.

Charles sized up the stranger before him, noticing that he was unarmed, carrying no weapons, and appeared relaxed and unperturbed. His wariness lessened slightly, and he calmly replied, "Oh? You need something? You can easily contact my secretary to make an appointment."

"Since we can discuss things face-to-face, there's no need to go through the appointment process and take an extra detour, right?" Rosen replied casually.

Charles draped his suit jacket over the back of the sofa, walked over slowly, and sat down, his demeanor elegant yet aloof. "Since you're here," he said, "introduce yourself. Tell me, what brings you here?"

"You can call me Lion." Rosen looked up at him and got straight to the point. "I came to see you to talk about Swag."

Upon hearing this, Charles's facial muscles twitched very slightly, and a hint of panic flashed in his eyes, but it was fleeting and quickly concealed.

Charles regained his composure and feigned confusion: "Swag? I don't know this person."