Farming Life Starting in Africa

For him, this business was zero-cost and zero-risk. All he had to do was talk to people and smooth things over, and he could make money effortlessly, guaranteed to earn a profit.

This world has always been driven by self-interest; as long as the benefits are right, there are plenty of people willing to take risks.

Just like in China, as long as the price is attractive enough, even for controlled resources like rare earths, some people will dare to risk smuggling them out of the country. The principle is exactly the same, it's just that the Americans go to even greater lengths.

Rosen glanced at the time, not intending to linger, and stood up to leave: "Mr. Charles, I look forward to our next meeting. Let's find a more comfortable setting and discuss the cooperation in detail."

Charles narrowed his eyes, a dark undercurrent swirling within them, his thoughts deep and unfathomable; no one knew what he was plotting at that moment.

Rosen paid no attention to his thoughts. In the face of absolute interests and strength, the other party's petty tricks and schemes could not cause any trouble.

As Rosen approached the suite door, he paused, turned back, and pointed to the exquisite little gift box on the coffee table in the living room. His tone was calm yet carried a strong sense of intimidation: "Mr. Charles, that little thing on the table is a gift I brought especially for our meeting today."

"If you cooperate well and become my friend, I will replace your gift with gold of equal weight on my next visit. If you insist on being my enemy, then such 'gifts' will be everywhere in your Sagabonak Manor in the future."

Only then did the woman in the bathroom realize that there were other people in the living room.

But the escort girl remained very calm, not uttering a sound or peeking out, pretending to be completely unaware, quietly soaking in the bath as if she hadn't heard anything or that nothing had happened.

Rosen pushed open the door and left, his movements swift and decisive.

As soon as he left, Charles instantly lost all composure and calmness; his back was already soaked in cold sweat, and his whole body was tense.

He didn't dare touch the gift box on the coffee table, and immediately took out his phone to call his bodyguards, asking them to come upstairs right away to handle the gift.

A group of bodyguards rushed upstairs and carefully opened the paper gift box.

The moment they saw what was inside the box, everyone gasped in shock, and the temperature in the room dropped several degrees.

A plastic bomb sat silently in front of me; it was quite large.

Bodyguards with slightly weaker mental fortitude were so frightened that their legs went weak and their hearts pounded, and they almost fled in panic.

The bodyguard captain suppressed the fear surging in his heart, held his breath, and carefully pulled out the detonator, temporarily eliminating the risk of explosion.

He then picked up a knife from the dining cart, gently scraped off a small piece of explosive, brought it close to his nose to smell it, and then held it between his fingers to feel its texture. His expression was extremely solemn as he reported in a deep voice, "Sir, this is a high-purity TNT plastic bomb, powerful enough to destroy the entire presidential suite."

After hearing the report, Charles felt a chill run through his body, and a coldness seeped into his very bones.

He was absolutely certain that this man, codenamed Lion, was a complete and utterly reckless madman.

Compared to provoking such a ruthless person, giving up an insignificant crippled sniper and preserving one's status and wealth is definitely the most worthwhile deal.

At that moment, he made up his mind to cooperate obediently in this matter.

Rosen left the presidential suite with no intention of returning to his own room to rest.

I haven't finished my business tonight, so I don't have time to rest.

He walked through the brightly lit lobby and headed straight for the spacious underground parking garage at MGM National Port.

The parking lot was unusually quiet late at night, with only a few scattered overhead lights casting a pale glow. Luxury cars were neatly arranged, and there wasn't even a patrolling security guard in sight.

Rosen, familiar with the place, found his way to the Aston Martin DB9 he had his eye on. This British supercar, which looked like a luxury version of the Mondeo, was parked quietly in the parking space. The paint on the car body gleamed with a delicate luster under the lights, and its appearance was truly top-notch.

He quickly scanned the surroundings, confirming that the area was empty and there were no patrolling security guards, only surveillance cameras watching him.

Lawson casually pulled a palm-sized nylon inflatable airbag from his pocket; it was soft and thin.

He carefully laid the airbag out flat and inserted it between the door frame and the rubber sealing strip at the top of the door.

Rosen slowly pressed the air pump to inflate the airbag little by little, and the airbag inflated at a steady speed, opening only a tiny slit a few millimeters wide, just enough to insert the tool.

After preparing the gap, he immediately took out a flexible, curved steel cable and gently probed it into the car through the narrow gap.

With a slight adjustment of the angle by touch, the fingertips hooked firmly onto the handle linkage inside the car door in a few seconds. With a gentle exertion of the wrist, a crisp "click" sounded, and the entire car lock unlocked.

Stepping into the luxurious cabin, the interior is exquisite and sophisticated, exuding a strong sense of British luxury.

This is a 13 Aston Martin DB9, a later facelift model, and it comes with a full set of engine immobilizer chips from the factory.

Those makeshift methods for starting a car using random wires, as seen in movies and TV shows, are completely useless on this vehicle.

Even if the engine motor is forced to idle, the vehicle's ECU anti-theft system will directly lock the two core systems: fuel injection and ignition.

However, this minor problem was no challenge for Lawson, who was well-prepared.

The tactical terminal in his hand wasn't just for show; it came pre-installed with a dedicated anti-theft lock removal program.

It was specially written for him by Chen Ximeng for free. Its functions are simple and straightforward, designed to make it convenient for him to retrieve his car anytime, anywhere without leaving a trace.

Rosen bent down and found the hidden OBD interface under the driver's seat, then plugged in the portable tactical terminal.

The screen flashed rapidly, completing the data reading, anti-theft lock clearing, and ECU restriction removal in just two or three seconds. The whole process was incredibly easy to follow.

After removing the anti-theft device, he skillfully connected the ignition harness and smoothly completed the short-circuit start-up.

The deep, resonant roar of the V12 engine suddenly erupted, both steady and ferocious.

Rosen stepped on the gas and smoothly drove out of the hotel's underground parking lot.

Upon reaching the exit gate, he suddenly had a whim, raised his head slightly, and grinned at the surveillance camera above, revealing an exceptionally arrogant and irritating smile.

I wonder if Owen Shaw would be furious if he saw this?

However, Tang would probably be overjoyed to see this, and would be more than happy if he could give Xiao a hard time, since Letty works for him.

Thinking of this, Rosen then thought of Mia.

This woman initially said she was considering working on my farm, but she never showed up and never even called. She's a total no-show.

He paused for two seconds before suddenly realizing that Mia probably wouldn't be able to come.

Because of the mess he caused in Mexico, Tang is now under police surveillance and has no chance of escaping.

Even if the FBI were willing to show leniency and reduce his sentence, it wouldn't matter, because his case has had such a huge impact.

Given Tang's situation, it wouldn't be surprising if he were sentenced to a hundred years in prison; without a doubt, he'd spend the rest of his life behind bars.

Thinking about it that way, Mia naturally wouldn't come to work.

She will most likely drag Brian into trying to get her unfortunate brother out of trouble, which will turn her into a wanted criminal as well.

The black Aston Martin DB9 merged into the nighttime traffic, smoothly leaving the resort area and speeding towards the nearest Andrews Joint Base.