Chapter 5 Heading to the Workshop

Author: White Clothes with the Galaxy

Chapter 5 Heading to the Workshop

"Huh..." Han Feng looked at the three motionless bodies lying on the ground around the car. As if all his strength had been sucked out of his body, he took two steps back and leaned against the car.

Although on the radar, the color of the man and woman had changed to green, which represented friendly forces, he still did not dare to take it lightly in this environment where his life could be lost accidentally.

Han Feng held the gun in both hands and stared warily at the two men in front of him who were trying to steal something from Major Cato. He just pointed the muzzle of the gun slightly downward.

"Thanks for your help, friend."

After taking out something that looked like a document from Cato, the man stood up, put the gun behind his back, and walked towards Han Feng.

The two shook hands.

"The two of us need to drive this car away. In exchange, except for another gun and a few magazines, we don't want anything else from these people. You keep walking in the opposite direction of the road.

After seeing a big billboard, turn left and you will find the bus station in Bunge. For a few dollars, you can have them take you to the Chinese Embassy."

The man did not reveal his identity, but judging from their previous skills, it was clear that they had received certain military training. Han Feng was not interested in getting to the bottom of it. After all, at this time, if there is one less thing to do, there will be one less thing to worry about.

"Okay, I agree to this deal." Han Feng nodded. In addition to not wanting to cause unnecessary conflicts in a 1 vs. 2 situation, the exchange proposed by the other party was also very fair.

As an officer, Major Cato would have some good things with him, such as the watch on his hand.

The woman picked up the rifle and magazine carried by the soldier who was killed by Han Feng. As agreed, she did not take anything else. The two entered the cab, one on the left and the other on the right, drove the truck across the bridge in the same direction and left.

Han Feng quickly searched for other items on the three corpses: the Tissot watch in Major Cato's hand, the Cartier wallet, and the pistol in his waist that he didn't have time to pull out until he died.

An M1911A1 with an ivory white side plate, a classic handed down from generation to generation in the pistol world, although it has lagged behind, it is still much better than the TT33 Han Feng currently has in his hand, and it also has two spare magazines.

As for the two unlucky soldiers, they only had some change in Central African CFA francs as usual. Han Feng didn't know how much the local currency was worth, so he just put it in his pocket.

Generally speaking, the actual purchasing power of this kind of money will be far weaker than its official exchange rate. However, even if it is papyrus like gold yuan coupons, you can still buy something among the people.

He used his fastest speed to complete the search. Han Feng did not care about disposing of the corpse and hurriedly left in the opposite direction according to what the man and woman just said. Bunji is the capital of a country after all, and it is not a completely lawless place. If someone is

Seeing three corpses of government soldiers together would cause a lot of trouble.

Dozens of minutes later, Han Feng was sitting on a bench at the entrance of Bunji Bus Station, holding his canvas bag and thinking about his next move.

Originally, after a thrilling morning, he had already planned to give up everything and return home quickly, but now, the situation has changed.

First of all, Han Feng was surprised to find that he seemed to be very adaptable to this kind of overly stimulating life, and he had already seen the magic of this system. Even though most of the functions were restricted, just searching the radar helped him avoid accidents many times.

Being killed made him even more curious about what would happen after unlocking the complete workshop.

More importantly, Major Cato's body may be discovered soon. This person is most likely a member of the government army, but no one knows about this. On the contrary, many people at the airport saw Han Feng.

They got into the truck with Cato. They didn't know Han Feng's specific identity, but at least they knew he was Chinese.

Now that the major is dead and the other two people are missing, even if Han Feng finds the embassy, ​​he may not be able to return home in a short time. He will have to face endless investigations. It is better to find a place to hide first and wait until the limelight passes.

.

Considering these factors, Han Feng gritted his teeth and decided to continue going to the workshop coordinates given by the system to check the situation.

He stood up and walked into the slightly dilapidated bus station. What surprised him was that the environment here was not much different from the bus stations in second- and third-tier cities in China. A huge electronic screen displayed the ticket prices to various places. Han Feng spent a while

It took time to find the destination he wanted to go to: Boda

The ticket price is 20,000 Central African CFA francs.

There were no tourists here, so Han Feng didn't need to queue. He found an empty window, took out four 5,000 banknotes and handed them in.

"Buy a ticket to Boda."

"Boda?" The staff member inside the window was stunned for a moment, then quickly opened a huge notebook in front of him and started reading: "Sorry, the bus to Boda has been suspended since yesterday."

"Out of service? What's going on?" Han Feng never expected to encounter trouble in the step of buying tickets.

The staff member shook his head: "Who knows, maybe the rebels from somewhere hit the area, or maybe the car broke down."

He had a nonchalant tone, as if this matter had nothing to do with him.

Boda is located in the southwest of CAF, and most of the country's anti-government forces are entrenched in the northeast. If they have really reached Boda, then the government forces are probably gone.

You can't say that, because strictly speaking, CAF is currently in a state of anarchy.

Han Feng left the bus station in a daze and stood on the side of the road wondering if there was any way he could get to his destination. At this moment, a black man in a plaid shirt quietly and quickly approached from behind him.

"What?"

Han Feng did not turn on the radar, but as if he had eyes in the back of his head, he noticed someone approaching from behind. He quickly turned around and made a warning gesture. One hand had already gone deep into his jacket, holding the M1911A1, ready to take it out at any time.

gun.

"Don't be impulsive, I don't mean any harm..."

Seeing this posture, how could the man in the shirt not know that Han Feng was a very vigilant and powerful character? He quickly stopped and gave a French military salute to show that he had no ill intentions. Then he slowly came over and whispered: "My name is Ricky...

Tulsa, I just heard that you want to go to Boda, so I can send you there on the way."

Han Feng raised his eyebrows, followed the other person's line of sight, and saw an old Toyota SUV parked on the side of the road, and then realized that this person should be the kind of shady car driver who robs customers at bus stations.

"Go and take a look at your car." Han Feng did not relax his vigilance and signaled Tulsa with his eyes to lead the way.

[Toyota LC76 (81%), the workshop cannot produce it: an old RB off-road vehicle manufactured at the beginning of this century. You can hardly see it outside Africa, even though it has been more than ten years.

years, but still very reliable]

Han Feng turned on the radar and checked. This person showed a yellow mark. At least he was not malicious towards him.

"How much."

"If you go to Boda, it's 20 US dollars, or the equivalent amount in euros. No Central African CFA francs are charged. In addition, you have to spend your own money when passing through the checkpoint. Generally, 10-20 US dollars is enough." Tulsa said and pulled away.

The driver's door opened and he said, "We'll leave immediately after paying. We'll arrive before noon."

“Can you walk away with $15?”

Han Feng looked around and found several similar off-road vehicles parked. Obviously he was not the only one doing this kind of business.

Tulsa knocked on the steering wheel, inserted the key and started the car: "Get in the car."

Han Feng sat in the passenger seat, took out three five-dollar bills from the major's wallet and handed them over.

After confirming that there was nothing wrong with the US dollar in the face of the sun, the man in the shirt stepped on the accelerator, and the off-road vehicle headed straight ahead.

Tulsa's driving skills are good. Although his driving style seems very violent at first glance, Han Feng did not feel any discomfort while sitting in the car.

"If you want to drink water, there's it in the glove box. Get it yourself." Tulsa seemed to have noticed Han Feng's frequent licking of his lips.

"I heard from the conductor that the bus to Boda has been suspended." Han Feng said and took out a bottle of water from the glove box.

[Purified water (100%), which cannot be produced in workshops, is actually not that pure, but drinking it will not be harmful to the body]

Tulsa lowered a gear to cope with the steep slope not far ahead: "Yes, because the automobile company's vehicles were requisitioned to transport troops to the front."

"The front line? With the opposition?" Han Feng unscrewed the water bottle and took a sip: "They won't really hit Bunji, will they?"

"Which opposition are you talking about?" Tulsa showed a helpless smile: "In the entire CAF, there are at least 15 to 20 opposition armed forces. Behind them are different forces, fighting for gold, diamonds and oil.

It's dark, maybe today's opposition will become government forces tomorrow, or maybe the other way around, who knows."

"Uh..." This kind of thing has touched Han Feng's blind spot in knowledge, but it is obvious that the country of CAF has become a wrestling field for some foreign powers, and it is not something that a small person like him can influence: "There are no peacekeeping troops in this place.

What?"

Han Feng looked at the receding desert grassland scenery on the side of the road. This country is rich in resources and has beautiful scenery. If it weren't for the civil war that lasted for almost half a century and almost destroyed the entire social structure, even just selling resources and engaging in tourism would not be enough.

It's gotten to this point.

"What difference does it make whether there are peacekeeping troops or not? Zaire in the south and Sudan in the north both have peacekeeping troops. How are they better than us?" Tulsa said while driving: "To be honest, my suggestion is to do

After you finish what you want to do, leave as soon as possible, whether it's to Congo or Cameroon to avoid the limelight. Trust me, you don't want to see those crazy dogs in the north."

"Thank you for the reminder, I will consider it." Han Feng drank the last sip of water in the bottle, and Tulsa took the empty bottle and threw it out of the window.

The vehicle gradually drove from the plain to a mountain pass with rock walls on both sides. The narrow road could only barely allow two vehicles to drive side by side.
Chapter completed!