"Mr. Minister, we found out that HCLI's Cassaber Heckedia was in the hotel." Maga's confidant sent the information back.
Maga just nodded and said he knew. His assistant stood aside. "It seems that there is no problem with our previous investigation. Umbrella and HCLI are close. Libiya's oil field is run by them with the Durand family in France."
"There seems to be a little dissatisfied with the battle we had before." The assistant took out a document sent by the American cabin, which was just received by the suburbs today.
"Don't worry about these greedy guys, do you think they are caring about the lives of the Nuers? They are just worried that no one will mine them."
As a native of Nanshudan, Maga was also a senior official of the official palace and had a very clear understanding of these white people.
The only purpose of these people is to plunder. Oh, by the way, there is another one that causes trouble for China, the largest investor in this country.
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At the same time, news of Umbrella and Magali reaching an agreement also reached the office of Oil Minister Luer.
"Maga, is he trying to sell all our country?" Lu Er, who is almost sixty years old, slapped the table directly.
"This matter should be agreed by the president. The military now needs to supplement a large amount of heavy equipment, otherwise it will be difficult to gain an advantage in the war." This matter made President Kiel very worried. The relationship between various countries has been found, but no one can promise them.
Now there is finally a force that seems to be able to help them, and of course they will seize it.
"This is a damn war." Lu Er whispered. At his age, he had experienced all the wars in modern history of Jesus Dan, and he really hated this matter.
But he could not change anything at all. Of course, he had also tried hard to drive away the colonists from the country to fight for independence, but the final result was a never-ending civil war. Why? He always couldn't figure it out.
...
A market has gradually formed around the UN camp in the suburbs of Juba, where UN staff and those Viagra soldiers have far surpassed the purchasing power of the locals.
Not only are there many vendors, but there are also people waiting for job opportunities here. Most of these people have skills, such as being able to drive, speak languages ​​from various countries, or doing civil engineering jobs.
Some children are running around here and playing. These children will go to UN camps regularly to search for scrap, from large building materials to small leftovers thrown away.
Especially during the UN camp, these children gathered nearby to wait for the leftovers thrown out of the camp.
Of course, there are also people who are engaged in the most traditional job in the world. A few soldiers who came out of the Ethiopian camp said a few words to the woman standing on the street and walked into the thatched hut next to them.
A team of Chinese soldiers who were on patrol missions walked past the roadside and looked at the Ethiopian soldiers with confusion. One of them asked the leading squad leader Du Feng, "Squad leader, do they care about their superiors?"
"That's someone else's business, what does it have to do with you?" Du Feng turned around and looked at them. They were no longer surprised now. They could not understand these behaviors when they first came.
"Okay, I'm going to the camp soon. Should we buy some fruits and go back?" Du Feng looked at the small stall on the roadside. The fruits here are quite rich, and some have never been seen before.
"Okay, but squad leader, do you speak foreign language?" A soldier holding Flight 95 in his hand laughed.
They didn't bring a translator today, most of them would just shout something like "Leave immediately, otherwise we will use force." Don't think about daily communication.
Du Feng glared at him, then looked at a young man at the end of the team, "Didn't Chen Zhiguo keep learning English? You just need to exercise."
Chen Zhiguo was shocked, why is there something wrong with me? "If it's not the squad leader, I can tell a few words."
"Ask how many words you need to pay, hurry up." Du Feng directly pulled Chen Zhiguo out, "What's the use of just being a back? You have to fight in practice."
Chen Zhiguo was dragged to the fruit stall by several soldiers in a daze, "Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up and go back to have a meal after buying it. Today, if the buns are late in the kitchen, they will definitely be snatched up."
Several people picked two watermelons and some fruits they had never seen before, and then asked the vendor to weigh them.
"How much?" Chen Zhiguo asked the fruit vendor for the price in English with a local accent.
Then he was stunned. He couldn't understand the other party's answer at all, so he could only guess based on the other party's gestures.
"Squad leader, he seems to be talking about ten dollars." Chen Zhiguo said hesitantly, the other party's accent was heavier than him, and he couldn't understand it at all.
Du Feng and several others also came up, "Is it so expensive?" Du Feng subconsciously thought that the other party was talking about US dollars.
"Maybe the two melons are more expensive, they look so big." A warrior tried to explain.
"Forget it." Although Du Feng felt the price was a bit expensive, he decided to pay. If something unpleasant caused by this matter, it would be the most troublesome.
He took out ten dollars of cash from his pocket and handed it to the vendor, and then the boy jumped up.
Du Feng looked at the other party and said something excitedly, then looked at Chen Zhiguo, "What did he say?"
"I don't understand at all." Chen Zhiguozhi scratched the steel helmet on his head.
Just as everyone was at a loss, a voice sounded next to them, and in Mandarin, "He said he wanted to give you the stall."
Du Feng turned his head and saw a young man wearing sunglasses wearing sand-colored work pants and a jacket standing next to the thatched hut.
Xu Chuan was taking Curtis around the refugee camp and UN camp, and by the way, he was looking for which land was suitable for construction.
"You gave too much, you can buy his stall for 10 dollars." Xu Chuan explained for them, "He is talking about the currency of Nanshu Dan."
Du Feng suddenly realized that the money had been taken out, so it would be better to put it back.
He looked at Xu Chuan, saluted the other party first, and then said, "Comrade, can you tell him? I don't want his stall. We can just move the fruit away."
Xu Chuan nodded and translated the words. The vendor was excited to help them move the fruit away, for fear that these people would regret it. The 10 US dollars is enough for their family to live for a week, and the general income of the Nanshu Dan people is only 1 US dollars a day.
Du Feng felt very kind to see his compatriots here, and shook hands with Xu Chuan enthusiastically, "Thank you so much. Our translator has a task to go to the headquarters today. It would be impossible without him."
Xu Chuan smiled and said politely, without saying anything more, turning around and leaving.
Du Feng walked into the camp, then looked back at the direction where Xu Chuan left. He suddenly felt familiar with this compatriot who didn't even know the name, but after thinking about it, he stopped exploring it.
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"I don't think it's okay to put the camp here." Xu Chuan walked around UN camp. There was indeed a large open space on the east side of him, but it was too close to the local village, and these places were all unstable.
Put the camp here and wait to deal with the thieves every day. Moreover, riots often occur in the refugee camps, and the main troops and rebels often exchange fire here. UN troops cannot become their barriers, and may even cause trouble.
Curtis parked his car in the shadow of the woods on the side of the road, and Xu Chuan looked around Juba City with a paper map. There was no signal in this broken place, let alone surfing the Internet. By the way, he had to set up a base station.
The infrastructure here is almost non-existent, and the signal base station that can be maintained now was built by China Communications Corporation several years ago.
"Damn, this broken place is really a mess." Xu Chuan cursed, then pointed to the White Nile River passing through Juba on the map. "We placed the camp on the east bank of this river, just near the Juba Bridge, which is convenient for transportation and if there is anything, you can directly access Juba Airport by water."
"This location is just close to the water source, and the transportation is indeed convenient." Curtis nodded, which is much better than before.
"Then let's go and take a look."
The straight line is actually not very far, but it is a detour. They have to drive to the only main road and pass through the city to the only bridge connecting the banks of the White Nile.
The east coast is even more desolate than the west coast, but some plots have been surrounded and seemingly being developed.
Xu Chuan was very satisfied with this place, "Let's just go here, and tell Rig when you go back, but be careful if the water will rise in the rainy season."
The location of the camp was roughly decided, and it will be determined later on which locations can be sold in Nanshu Dan.
Regg Rogers took this matter over, and Xu Chuan asked him to keep in touch with Albert, who was recruiting soldiers in Algeria, and of course HCLI. Their people should have started inspecting the goods. Xu Chuan estimated that the replaced T62 would take at least three months to transport the Nanshu Dan.
During this period, the construction can be started. As for the oil field in Qionglai Prefecture, Xu Chuan plans to go there after a while. After the HCLI goods arrive, they will take their people with him. It is also considered that the partners cannot kick them away.
He also planned to meet Koko and instigate her to go to the rockets to bomb the rockets. Did he keep it moldy after robbing so much money before?
This is basically the case with Nanshudan. Umbrella needs to constantly invest manpower and material resources here, which is actually much more troublesome than Libiya.
Afterwards, he left Sanborn here and took the others directly to Minsk.
After a few months, I returned to this city again. The weather here has become much warmer and spring is in full bloom.
Bai E, who died of a president, finally decided to start the election early two months ago to end the current chaos.
There are currently five people participating in the election, three of whom are regional councillors, the other two are former vice presidents, and the other is the Minister of Commerce whom Xu Chuan has met.
They belong to different factions. As of now, the vice president and the minister of commerce have a greater advantage. Things happened too suddenly and everyone was not prepared for the strategy of choosing the environment. The old-fashioned strategy of European closeness to the people by lawmakers in those regions is not very attractive to the people.
If nothing unexpected happens, the next commander of Bai E will be selected from these two people.
The safe house in Umbrella has been renovated. In addition to the communication equipment installed before, various daily necessities and electrical appliances have been almost ready.
"Hehe, Michael, your son looks like you." When he saw Michael who was jumping around again, Xu Chuan stabbed him as soon as he came up. No, it was twice, "That presidential lady looks really good?"
Michael subconsciously glanced at the door. Fortunately, Nikita was not there. He stretched out his middle finger and whispered, "Fcuk you!"
"Haha, it's really a pity to see you're fine. Those mercenaries are really not very capable." Curtis came over and joked with the other party.
Michael kicked him, but was not angry.
"What are you talking about?" Nikita, wearing a leather jacket, walked in from outside, making Curtis unable to help but whistle.
Then Nikita glanced at it and almost jumped up and ran away.
"How is the situation now?" After a while, several people made a fuss, Xu Chuan asked about the current situation of the Zetrov group.
Michael handed over a tablet with all the work they had done in the past few months. "We have secretly killed seven Sergei Smike's loyalty, involving three or four important departments of the entire group, especially the death of two technicians has caused Zetrov's technical capabilities to be cut off."
It's like Umbrella losing Berkhoff, which is definitely a very troublesome thing. Although the system can still function properly, no one will be more familiar with this set of things than its creators, unless their artificial intelligence can truly reach the level of the ‘Red Queen’.
To be continued...