Farming Life Starting in Africa

In addition to ammunition and grenades, Rosen also prepared a sufficient number of flying drones. He and Zhou Weijie were both quite skilled at using such convenient devices, which provided fierce firepower and targeted strikes.

In addition, Rosen also filled the truck bed of Bigfoot with a box of random stuff.

They headed straight east, about eighty kilometers away, to a location where Miao Feng was to pay the ransom next to a destroyed base station. The cables had been dug up, and many metal parts had been cut into pieces, clearly the work of nearby villagers.

Upon arriving at their destination, as dawn was breaking, Leng Feng, carrying his M40A3 sniper rifle, quickly climbed the damaged signal tower and found a concealed spot to set up his weapon. He needed to occupy the high ground for reconnaissance and cover.

Just as the sun rose above the horizon, Leng Feng saw through his observation scope two men wearing headscarves and robes approaching from the south. One of them was pointing a rifle at a person whose hands were tied behind their back as he walked towards them from a distance.

"Target spotted. Two kidnappers. We've spotted two AK47s." Leng Feng's voice came through the walkie-talkie.

"Roger that." Rosen put down the walkie-talkie, turned around and patted the car door. Patrick was dozing off in the driver's seat.

"Cheer up!" Rosen said. "Go hide the pickup truck, they're coming."

Patrick jolted awake and instantly snapped to attention: "Okay, boss!" Pikachu slowly moved behind a pile of rubble.

Zhou Weijie and Luo Sen stood next to the base station and waited.

After waiting for about half an hour, the group arrived at the base station. When Miao Feng saw Rosen, he was extremely excited, but unfortunately, his mouth was tied with a rope, so he could only make muffled sounds and it was impossible to hear what he was saying.

However, he only seemed a little listless, as if he hadn't suffered much abuse.

The two kidnappers glanced around. Besides the metallic silver jeep, there were only two unarmed men in front of them. They immediately breathed a sigh of relief, but when they saw Rosen's face, their lips twitched involuntarily inside their masks.

Rosen pulled a small wad of US dollars from his pocket, patted it in his hand, and then threw it to the ground about ten meters away.

"Here's $20,000. You can hand over the people now."

The two kidnappers opposite him exchanged a glance. Rosen could sense their excitement. One of them, who was holding his gun in a rather strange manner, stepped forward. He tossed his rifle behind him, walked to the dollar bills, picked up the money with his right hand, placed it in his gloved left hand, and then counted the money using only his right hand.

Rosen then noticed from the man's stiff movements that he was missing an arm, which was probably replaced with a not-so-flexible prosthetic. The man gave Rosen a feeling that he had seen him before.

After counting the money, the man turned around and nodded. The kidnapper behind him, who was holding a gun, shoved Miao Feng hard with the muzzle of his gun and finally said in the local language, "You can go now."

Seeing this, Rosen laughed. So amateurish? Looks like he won't need to spend any money with Miao Feng.

Miao Feng staggered and jogged towards Rosen. The two kidnappers, guns at the ready, retreated cautiously, preparing to leave while glancing back as they went.

When Miao Feng walked up to him, Rosen pulled him to the car behind him, bent down and pulled a dagger from his calf, cut the rope binding Miao Feng's hands, and then stuffed the dagger into Miao Feng's hand.

"Get in the car first."

Miao Feng nodded, opened the car door, and got in.

Just then—

"Snapped!"

A gunshot rang out in the distance, its sound echoing across the vast desert.

The bullets struck the ground precisely at the feet of the two kidnappers, kicking up a small amount of sand and leaving a small crater in the dry, cracked ground.

The two kidnappers were so frightened that they almost dropped their guns.

Rosen shouted, "Stop! Now—it's our turn to rob you!"

The air suddenly fell silent.

The two kidnappers looked around but didn't see any gunshots. Nevertheless, they instinctively raised their guns.

"Snapped!"

Another shot rang out.

This time, the bullet hit the rifle of the kidnapper behind, who had both hands intact. The bullet struck the metal part of the gun and made a crisp "clang." The gun suddenly swung away from the kidnapper's hand, flying a meter away, and a sizable hole appeared at the magazine well.

The other kidnapper was so frightened that he dropped his gun, and the two of them lay on the ground, muttering something Rosen couldn't understand.

Rosen walked over, kicked the two broken guns aside, then squatted down and searched the two kidnappers.

When they found the person with both hands intact, he actually started trembling with fear.

Rosen was also taken aback. The figure under the man's robe was not right; it was actually a woman. However, he didn't say anything. Touching her wouldn't hurt her, and she wouldn't dare to accuse Rosen of harassment.

Besides, this is Africa, and the local women aren't that fussy.

Finally, he retrieved the $20,000 he had just handed over from the man who was missing an arm.

These two were very poor; apart from their two broken guns, they had nothing of value.

It seems the robbery failed, and these two people don't appear to be able to afford the ransom.

Rosen stood up, dusted off his hands, and looked down at the two people lying on the ground.

"Consider yourselves lucky this time." He kicked at the ground, splattering dirt all over their faces. "Next time you touch me, you're dead!"

After saying that, he squatted down and looked at the man who was missing an arm. The man's teeth were so yellow they were almost black, and the missing arm gave him a sense of familiarity. "Have I seen you somewhere before?"

"No, no, we've never seen him before." The man immediately lowered his head, not daring to look at Rosen again.

Rosen didn't care; he wasn't a serial killer. Seeing that Miao Feng wasn't seriously injured, just a little mentally unstable, he didn't bother to silence him. A disabled person and a woman posed no threat to him.

Before leaving, he only took the remaining undamaged AK from the other side, and also confiscated the murder weapon to prevent them from causing any more trouble.

After Leng Feng returned, the group got into the car and drove towards the Middle Eastern man's mine.

Inside Rosen's jeep, the enclosed cabin was filled with a strong, strange smell. He immediately raised his hand and covered his nose tightly, his brows furrowing instantly.

The outside temperature hadn't risen yet, and the air conditioning wasn't on in the car. The stench that had accumulated from Miao Feng's detention for many days was completely trapped in the cramped car, a mixture of urine and sweat. The smell was so strong it made one's scalp tingle; it was truly indescribable.

Zhou Weijie, who was following behind and getting into the car, also looked uncomfortable, so he simply moved to the pickup truck behind him to stay there.