Farming Life Starting in Africa

Tang's car used to be pretty good, but now that Rosen is driving this heavily modified top-of-the-line supercar on the road, Tang would probably have to floor the gas pedal to even see Rosen's taillights.

Rosen drove his Aston Martin DB9 back to the factory area. The area around the factory was relatively quiet, with only a few old industrial headlights on, casting a warm yellow glow that illuminated the entire factory area.

The deep, resonant roar of the engine pierced the night.

The moment the DB9, with its frosted black body and exaggerated design, drove into the factory, it immediately attracted the attention of the crowd watching Murdoch's VCR flight show.

Everyone present knew about cars, but no one recognized where the car came from.

After all, the car's exterior has been heavily modified, and the classic lines of the original Aston Martin have been completely altered.

The lights shine on the matte black body, giving it a refined and premium feel. The overall body lines are smooth, and the body design is highly aerodynamic.

On the contrary, it is highly similar to the supercar style of Koenigsegg Regera series, exuding the aura of a very expensive supercar.

Gisele spotted Rosen in the driver's seat from afar, her eyes crinkling with a slight smile as she walked over.

She gently knocked on the car window, and Rosen rolled it down, looking at the beautiful woman beside him. "Hey beautiful, got a moment? Want to go for a drive?"

Giselle glanced at the fully loaded passenger seat, raised an eyebrow and chuckled, her tone slightly teasing: "A drive is fine, but where am I supposed to sit? On your lap, of course?"

Rosen pushed open the car door, got out, and casually put his arm around Giselle's waist. He turned to the crowd watching the commotion and shouted, "Hurry up and pack up your gear and move your stuff! I need to take the beauty out for a drive, don't let it interfere with my business."

Murdoch was the first to approach, peering tentatively out of the factory building, and casually asked, "Has our helicopter arrived? Can we take it for a test flight?"

Rosen's face stiffened. He patted him on the shoulder and then reassured him, "Let's put the helicopter aside for now. We don't need that big thing for the time being; it's too conspicuous."

"I've prepared a few of the latest drones for you. Take your time and play with them."

After saying that, Rosen put his arm around Gisele and pressed the trunk release button on the car key.

Then the trunk lid slowly lifted, and everyone crowded around. The entire trunk was stuffed full of various weapons and equipment.

As a high-tech portable mask-making machine was lifted out of the car, the chattering crowd instantly fell silent, their attention completely captivated by this unconventional high-tech device.

The machine is designed with extreme precision. On the left side of the machine body are arranged microcomputer data interfaces, and on the right side is a transparent semi-sealed glass box, inside which are densely arranged dozens of 3D engraving needles as thin as needles.

In the very center of the glass box, a small mini spray painting module hangs suspended in the air, exuding a high-end and valuable quality just by looking at it.

Taiji leaned closer, tilting his head and examining the machine repeatedly for a long time before finally asking with a curious look, "How do you use this thing? There should be an instruction manual, right?"

Rosen chuckled, "The process isn't that complicated; it's very easy to get started. Let's get down to business first. Have you all got the police chief's photo and the access key sorted out?"

Yesterday, Rosen specifically assigned them the task of obtaining high-resolution, multi-angle photos of the Rio police chief and making a copy of his access key.

Their goal was to successfully infiltrate the police station and find out the status of the piggy bank inside.

Taiji immediately grinned and said, "It's all taken care of. I found the chief's photo directly from the police station's official website. There are photos from all angles, and the image quality is super clear, so it should be more than enough. As for the access card, Roman copied it from the chief at the coffee shop near the police station this afternoon."

Rosen nodded slightly; it seemed these guys were quite resourceful.

"Okay, send me the photos." He then bent down and took out a briefcase-style military-grade laptop from the car, handing it to Pan Sheng beside him.

"This computer will be your workstation from now on. After receiving the photos, just connect it to the printing equipment, and the rest of the modeling work will be yours. There are operating procedures inside, it's very simple."

Pan Sheng's eyes lit up instantly. He excitedly took the military-grade laptop and eagerly opened the case to turn it on.

My fingertips gently traced the sturdy military-grade fuselage. After turning it on, I quickly browsed the equipment parameters, my eyes filled with a sense of novelty.

Meanwhile, Murdoch had just taken his newly modified drone out of the trunk and joined the crowd to watch the spectacle.

When his gaze fell on the military-grade laptop, he couldn't help but scratch the back of his head in confusion, a strange sense of familiarity rising in his heart.

The appearance of this laptop is almost identical to the special military computer I saw in the makeshift tent when Lynch was captured in Albania.

However, he knew nothing about these sophisticated electronic devices and had no interest in investigating them.

His main purpose in coming over was to have a good talk with Pan Sheng about modifying and upgrading the drone. In his opinion, the racing drone that Rosen gave him was still a bit slow.

It's worth noting that Rosen's racing drones have a top speed of 260 kilometers per hour, a speed that far exceeds that of civilian drones currently on the market.

If the speed is increased further, even someone with exceptional reaction speed like Lawson will find it difficult to control.

After all, obstacle avoidance reaction is the most important factor in high-speed flight, and simply increasing straight-line sprint speed is meaningless.

Moreover, at this speed, almost no target on the ground could escape successfully.

However, Murdoch's talent has always been somewhat peculiar; while others pursue stability and practicality, he is only obsessed with pushing the limits.

Ever since he became fascinated with playing with Lawson's drones, he has been convinced that the device's performance limit is far greater than it is now, and he has been single-mindedly figuring out how to squeeze out even greater speeds.

It didn't take long for Pan Sheng to successfully pair and connect the computer and the mask-making machine.

After importing the high-resolution portrait photo, he opened the machine's built-in high-precision 3D facial modeling software and patiently adjusted the parameters while comparing them with the photo.

From the character's skeletal outline and the size of the skin pores, to the fine wrinkles at the corners of the eyes and the overall skin tone differences, and even the fine blood vessel texture under the skin, every detail can actually be set.

After confirming that all facial parameters matched the prototype, Pan Sheng pressed the start button.

The machine then enters working mode, with dozens of precision engraving needles moving in an orderly manner to perform fine subtractive engraving on the flexible substrate material.