Farming Life Starting in Africa

Rosen patted Leng Feng's arm: "Go help me change the ammunition, change to the boxes marked with a black X." That's the marking for high-explosive incendiary bomb ammunition boxes.

After saying that, she continued talking to He Qingliu, "She's a friend of an elder of mine. Something must have happened to her. I came to Ivia to inquire about her. Do you have any news about her?"

"Deng Mei is in trouble?" He Qingliu's brows furrowed even more. "Wait a minute."

He strode into the bus and found Dr. Lu, who was helping other overseas Chinese.

"Dr. Lu, have you contacted Deng Mei in the past two days?"

Dr. Lu's expression immediately changed: "I spoke to her yesterday morning, but I couldn't reach her this morning. The consulate is too busy today, so I didn't bother you. Consul He, do you have any information?"

"That young man outside just now said that Deng Mei might have had an accident," He Qingliu said. "He was asked by someone to come and find out about Deng Mei."

Upon hearing this, Dr. Lu quickly bypassed Consul He, got out of the car in a few quick steps, and walked briskly to Rosen.

"Hello!" His voice was somewhat urgent. "I'm Deng Mei's husband! Do you know what happened to her?"

Rosen looked at the man who claimed to be Deng Mei's husband with a strange expression. Was this the Dr. Lu that Qian Bida had mentioned, the one he "couldn't let misunderstand"? His conditions were indeed much better than that old codger Qian Bida. With delicate features and a pair of refined glasses, he appeared quite elegant even in his anxious state.

"I received information that she might have been kidnapped," Rosen said. "I came here to look for news of her."

Dr. Lu's face immediately turned panicked, and he muttered to himself, "Kidnapping? How is that possible?" He grabbed Rosen's hand tightly, as if grasping at a lifeline. "Young man, do you have any other information? How did you know she was kidnapped?"

"Alright, don't panic," Rosen pulled his hand away. "I'll find out about her after I get you to the port. There's no use in rushing now. Let's get you and the child back safely first."

Rosen didn't want to say anything more. He didn't want to get too involved in his uncle's messy affairs—it wouldn't sound good.

Dr. Lu wouldn't let go, grabbing Rosen's hand tightly and shaking it vigorously, his eyes reddening. "Thank you! Thank you so much! My name is Lu Yi! Please help me find her—I will reward you handsomely!"

The armored vehicle carrying the Jiaolong Commando Team sped through the city streets. Outside the window, there were intersections ravaged by war, and the sight of severed limbs and people convulsing and waiting to die made the atmosphere inside the vehicle increasingly heavy.

Yang Rui sat in the passenger seat, occasionally glancing down at the tactical watch on his wrist.

The second hand ticked away, and the scheduled rendezvous time was drawing ever closer. He was prepared to force his way through; they had already circled this area for quite some time without finding a safe path.

Yang Rui picked up the walkie-talkie, about to speak—

"Yang Rui!" Gao Yun's voice came through the walkie-talkie first. "The consulate's convoy is temporarily out of danger. According to the drone, there is now a road through the narrow section to your east that you can pass through. That area is still under the control of the government forces for the time being."

Yang Rui withdrew his finger from the launch button: "Roger!"

He looked down at his personal terminal; a brand new blue route had been sent to him.

He pressed the call button, his voice steady and strong: "Attention everyone, the plan has changed. We'll go through the eastern section of the road. The road is narrow and complicated, so please be vigilant and maintain a visible distance between vehicles."

"clear!"

Deputy Captain Xu Hong crouched beside the firing port at the rear of the armored vehicle, rifle butt against his shoulder, his eyes never leaving the scope. He also heard Gao Yun's words, couldn't help but click his tongue, and turned to glance at Lu Chen, who was also on guard beside him.

"Are the armed police really that capable? A dozen or so of them can take down forty or fifty fully armed rebels with heavy weapons? That's a bit overkill..."

Lu Chen lay prone on the opposite firing port, his gun barrel moving back and forth between several suspicious windows. He grinned, revealing a set of white teeth: "Maybe the rebels are just too weak, collapsing at the first sign of trouble."

"No matter what," came the machine gunner Tong Li's voice over the walkie-talkie, "I have a feeling we'll be laughed at by the armed police again. The last competition hasn't even died down yet, and now it's happening again."

It's not surprising that Tong Li had such thoughts. A few years ago, Haite lost to Lute in a water sports competition.

From then on, this group of "sea people" were often mocked by Lu Te's gang for "not being able to perform at their best in salty water." Every time they met, the other side would make sarcastic remarks: "Hey, the navy brothers are here? Are the waves big today? Seasick?"

"agree!"

"agree!"

"agree!"

"Shut up! Keep the channel clean! Anyone who talks nonsense in the channel again will have to write a 3,000-word self-criticism when they get back." Yang Rui's voice came through.

The walkie-talkie went silent instantly.

On the other side of the factory area, all the overseas Chinese had already boarded the buses.

This time, Leng Feng volunteered, put on a helmet, and plopped down in the anti-aircraft gun seat.

He adjusted his posture, gripping the crank with his left hand and resting his right hand on the pedal, his eyes scanning the distant street through the scope, looking just like a big boy who had just received a new toy.

Rosen stood beside the car, glanced up at him, and couldn't help but laugh.

"How is it? How do you feel?"

"This thing... is awesome."

"Be careful, don't accidentally fire it and smash our own car." Rosen patted the car door.

Leng Feng waved his hand, indicating that he could rest assured.

Rosen walked to the side and looked at Li Wei, who was on guard. "Hey, Captain Li, do you know which way the navy is coming from?"

Li Wei glanced back at him and shook his head: "We're very close. The communication just now said it's only four intersections away. We should be there soon."

Rosen lit a cigarette and leaned against the pickup truck door to pass the time.

For the next few minutes, no more foolish rebels approached the street.

The still-smoking vehicle wreckage and scattered pieces of flesh on the ground probably served as a good "friendly reminder".

Less than ten minutes later, dust rose from the western intersection. Several armored vehicles and off-road vehicles painted in desert camouflage rumbled over, the machine guns on their roofs gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

The Navy's rescue convoy has finally arrived.