Farming Life Starting in Africa

Rosen scratched his head after hearing this. "Dude, this isn't science, it's metaphysics! Judging limits by sound? How about we go even further and turn this into Wing Chun's 'Listening to the Bridge' technique, like having a verbal duel with an airplane?"

If Murdoch hadn't genuinely proven his innocence and repeatedly assured that he was absolutely not a Russian pilot, Rosen would have seriously suspected that he and that drunkard Sutton who flew planes in Africa were the same kind of ruthless people who treated flight rules as mere decorations.

"I want to learn how to fly a helicopter first. Can you find a place to teach me?" Rosen changed the subject. Talking to him too much would make him lose his mind.

Inside the capsule space lies a quiet Apache attack helicopter! This thing is a deadly weapon, and Rosen must learn to operate it as soon as possible. Just thinking about piloting this attack helicopter around will be exhilarating.

Although the Apache's operating logic is relatively complex, it features a classic two-person tandem cockpit layout, with the lower front seat reserved for the weapons officer, who is responsible for locking onto targets and controlling firepower.

The upper rear seat is the pilot's cockpit, primarily for piloting maneuvers.

Moreover, in an emergency, two people can switch between the two control systems.

As long as you have a strong enough mentality and can multitask, it's perfectly fine to control takeoff and simple combat operations by yourself.

Upon hearing Rosen's words, Murdoch immediately waved his hand, looking brimming with confidence. "A helicopter? That's something anyone can do, super simple. I guarantee you can learn the basics in two minutes and start flying right away!"

Upon hearing this, Bosco, who was focused on driving, felt a chill run down his spine. His eyelids twitched violently, and he quickly interrupted, his tone filled with a desperate desire to survive: "Ethan, there are plenty of helicopter pilots out there. You really don't need to learn from Murdoch. He's a..."

Before he could finish speaking, Murdoch leaned forward from the back seat, whispered in Bosco's ear, and asked, "Bosco, am I the best pilot in the world?"

Boskov's lips twitched violently. He hesitated for a long time, feeling utterly helpless, but finally gritted his teeth and forced out two words: "Yes!"

Murdoch pressed on, asking in a deep voice, "So, learning to fly a plane by learning from the most skilled person, is there anything wrong with that?"

Bosco completely backed down and honestly replied, "No."

Having received a satisfactory answer, Murdoch chuckled and shrank back into the back seat, a smug look on his face. "Haha, once we find temporary accommodation, I'll personally make you all-you-can-eat beef and cheese burgers!"

Looking at his confident demeanor, Rosen suddenly realized that flying a helicopter didn't seem so difficult.

When he was learning basic flight from Lone Wolf, he didn't find it difficult at all.

However, Murdoch's incredible claim of "learning in two minutes" is not to be taken seriously at all.

He was self-aware enough to know that if he were to learn to fly in just two minutes, he would most likely crash the plane within two minutes of taking off.

The car in the Suburban was moving at a steady speed, passing through suburban woodlands, highways, and scattered towns, with the architectural styles along the roadside gradually changing.

Before long, the group successfully drove into downtown Montreal, Canada.

Traffic flows on the road, and compared to the desolation along the way, this place is relatively prosperous.

The leaves of the sycamore trees along the street swayed gently in the evening breeze, and the streetlights lit up one after another, casting warm yellow light across the clean streets, creating a more gentle atmosphere compared to the rugged wilderness of the American mainland.

After arriving in the city, as the car cruised along the streets, Hannibal suddenly noticed a detached villa in a rather secluded location.

In the yard, the lawn was slightly yellow, and a thin layer of dust covered the steps in front of the door, indicating that the owner had not been home for a long time.

Hannibal unlocked the door with practiced ease, as if it were his own front door.

The group parked their car and filed into the house. The house was fully furnished, clean, and tidy, with water and electricity readily available; they could move in immediately.

The owner of this house appears to be a middle-class Canadian. There were quite a few newspapers piled up in the crack of the door, along with some bills, suggesting that the owner was probably away on vacation.

Having just settled down, Hannibal got up and went to the balcony alone, took out his phone and went outside to make a call.

In just a few minutes, he received a high-definition and detailed layout diagram of Huxley Bank on his phone screen.

The blueprints are incredibly detailed, showing everything from the room layout on each floor, the locations of security cameras, and patrol routes, to secret rooms, server rooms, and emergency exits. They even clearly mark the shift change times for night shift security guards.

Rosen watched from the sidelines, secretly marveling at the sight. He was truly envious.

This veteran is truly remarkable. He has spent most of his life traveling all over the world carrying out missions, and his network of contacts spans all walks of life.

From official institutions to underground channels, Hannibal could find useful connections wherever he went. No matter the country, he could get things done without any obstacles. This ability was truly unmatched.

During a casual chat while traveling, Murdoch had confided in him about Hannibal's private life. Who would have thought that such a calm and experienced top veteran had such a complicated love life?

Hannibal had an ex-wife and a daughter. After their divorce years ago, his ex-wife remarried a wealthy businessman, and his daughter lived with his ex-wife, enjoying a life of luxury from a young age, never having to endure the hardships of life with him.

After listening, Rosen thought for a long time, "No way, tsk tsk tsk..."

Meanwhile, Hannibal wasn't idle either; he conveniently had someone retrieve the identity information that Rosen had previously provided.

The search results surprised him; most of his information was marked as top secret.

The connections and channels he used lacked the necessary authority to uncover much useful information.

Ethan served in the Rangers in his early years and later joined Delta Force, where he was a top-tier elite.

As for all subsequent experiences, mission records, and current background, they are all blank, which is naturally beyond his ability to find out.

However, this amount of information was enough for him.

Everyone here is a veteran who has been through thick and thin, and they know very well that people from the Rangers and Delta Force have proven their character, strength, and principles. Based on this resume alone, they are worthy of their trust.

The group had barely sat down when Murdoch, never one to sit still, was already itching to take charge of everyone's dinner, rolling up his sleeves to show off his culinary skills.

Rosen immediately reached out to stop him. Eat his food? You must be joking.

He already disliked white food, and he dared not try Murdoch's terrible cuisine, fearing it would kill him.

Although Lawson's cooking skills aren't great, it's edible! It's definitely a million times better than these foreigners' culinary disasters.