"It's really a hell. Do people here don't have the habit of keeping accounts? We don't even know what's going on here."

"What did I see? There are shit everywhere in all corners here, why not build a toilet?"

"Transfer the garbage outside and burn it on the spot, and I never want to see them again."

As soon as the sky was dawn, Qin Weidong began to clean up the palace square and continued to increase his strength. Since there were only twelve adults and one and a half children in the advance team, it was obviously not enough not to use manpower on the spot. All he could use was the slaves who had just been released.

It is actually not correct to say "free" because the thugs in the city do not imprison slaves at all. These people actually have no way out and can only rely on the thugs to survive. The thugs collect various living supplies through force and exploit the labor achievements of the lower-class slaves.

The slaves were not grateful or afraid of the arrival of the advance team. They had already experienced too many things about the "changing king flag on the city wall". No matter who was going to rule them, everything looked the same. The group of people in front of them looked..., it seemed just a little better.

Regarding the current situation, the advance team always reports to Havana. Since Zhou Qingfeng got the Canadian enclave, Havana has been full of talents. Faced with the difficulties on the front line, Lena Fox even organized experts in psychology and sociology to find ways to deal with it.

Regarding the general inferiority and fear of African blacks towards whites, Qin Weidong asked Old Harris to come forward to comfort him, and rewarded those who worked hard among the backbone personnel. He won over the relationship with a little favor and did not pay much, but the effect was obvious.

Huairou also had to exert pressure... but with Mark's presence, everything was enough.

On the other hand, according to the advance team's knowledge before coming, there are nearly one million Chinese living in Angola, with the largest number of people in the capital Luanda. They open supermarkets in the city, sell domestically produced daily necessities, and even open hospitals and clinics, build farms outside the city, providing a large number of agricultural products.

In order to live a good life, Chinese people travel to every corner of the world. It is said that even the Eskimos have convenience stores run by Chinese people everywhere.

Now all these Chinese are gone. Qin Weidong searched every local person he could ask, but no one knew where the Chinese who had once been spread all over the city went?

Standing in the palace square built in the 17th century, surrounded by a bunch of ancient buildings of hundreds of years. Qin Weidong looked at the busy slaves around him, but he felt suspicious and unreasonable. No Chinese people were gone. Where did they all go?

At this moment, a buzzing sound of engines came from the sky, and the airship of the advance team was landing. All the slaves were both curious and puzzled by this big guy, and no one knew what this team suddenly appeared.

"Let the slaves pull out the gold." Qin Weidong ordered on the walkie-talkie.

After all the supplies and equipment on the airship were unloaded, this huge guy was a burden. Qin Weidong decided to let him fly back to Havana by himself. The autonomous driving system could complete the operation of unmanned flight across the Atlantic Ocean, which would also facilitate the delivery of supplies to the advance team in the future.

Around five tons of gold were transported together. Lina Fox learned that it had found gold in Luanda, and immediately asked to transport the gold back to Havana. The legion's currency shortage has become increasingly serious, and deflation is endangering the economy, and this gold appears just in time.

Qin Ming walked out of the airship. After a night of rest, his thigh injury was recovering. The effect of the 'healing needle' was magical. Seeing the slave pushing the wooden box containing gold into the airship, he asked in surprise: "Is there so much gold in Africa?"

"Believe me, Africa's wealth is beyond your imagination. The suffering here is **." Zhang Hong directed the slaves to work and answered casually.

"Is that true?" Qin Ming didn't realize that this land was rich, but it was particularly rustic. The infrastructure looked bad and the people were not very good. He asked boredly. "Can I do something? I think I recovered well."

"You...? Go and help Mr. Fuller clean up the warehouse. The bandits here have been looting everywhere for more than a year, and the things that are plundered, whether good or bad, have accumulated like mountains.

But the thugs here only know how to rob but not how to use them. Moreover, they never keep accounts. Over time, there are too many things, and the personnel are in chaos, which leads to a large number of items being stolen and thrown aside. We must clean up and see if there are any one that can be used."

Zhang Hong pointed to a row of houses in the distance and sent Qin Ming over. Qin Ming limped over and saw the Belgian engineer, the white man named Fuller, commanding a group of low-level slaves to clear one house after another.

After informing him of his purpose, Qin Ming was assigned ten ordinary black slaves. His job was to clean up and search the houses one by one, because the thugs themselves didn't know how much they had stolen.

"Those bastards just like to keep grabbing, and after snatching them, they throw them into the warehouse or the open air. People here still have a bad memory and often forget what they do today the next day. So no one can figure out what is here.

You should know that Luanda is the capital of Angola and the most important foreign trade port in Angola. The materials here are actually quite rich.

In fact, our cleaning work is quite fun, it's like digging for treasure. Because you don't know what it is in a piece of tart cloth you lifted, a door you pushed open, or a box you opened?" Mr. Fuller explained the situation in simple words.

Qin Ming nodded and became interested, and he also felt that this matter was interesting. In fact, the first room he opened had an extremely rare cargo of palm oil. Buckets of palm oil filled the entire house.

"Oh my goodness, there are at least two hundred barrels, more than thirty tons." Mr. Fuller had opened several houses that were used as warehouses and storage rooms by the thugs, but most of them were moldy sisal and cloth, and nothing was as useful as these palm oil.

"How come the bandits here have palm oil?" Qin Ming didn't know anything. He only knew that he had found many big barrels. At first, he thought it was gasoline, but who knew it was palm oil that was more precious than gasoline. These edible oils were in short supply even in Havana.

"Angola has a large area of ​​African oil palm. It produces a lot of palm oil every year and exports are calculated in millions of tons. It is normal for the thug to grab these things. I bet it is only part of the goods, and there are definitely more nearby."

In the apocalypse, oil is an extremely important supply. Only with sufficient oil intake can one ensure a healthy and strong body. In the peaceful era, a bucket of cooking oil can be easily purchased in supermarkets. But in the apocalypse, you may have to fight for it.

Mr. Fuller suddenly became extremely excited and began to focus on searching the vicinity of the house. Sure enough, in a large pile of garbage in the open air, it was found a large number of oil barrels that were ready to be exported abroad. The number was extremely amazing, with hundreds of tons.

"The chaotic situation has covered countless wealth. If this batch of oil could be used, it could save at least thousands of lives." Seeing the rusty oil barrels being thrown into the corner at will, Mr. Fuller was quite sad. "It would be great if he could have discovered these things earlier."
Chapter completed!