"It's really an honor and kindness to meet Mr. Fan." The prodigal son smiled from the bottom of his heart and started the car.
"Yeah, I feel the same way. I thought it would be a boring journey, but I didn't expect to meet an old friend in a foreign country." Fan Qianqiang said with a smile.
The car left the airport steadily.
"Mr. Fan, our journey will take about four days. We are in a hurry. The food and water I prepared are not enough. We will go to the store first."
"No need to prepare anything. I brought my own food and drinking water."
The prodigal son was stunned. He saw Fan Jianqiang getting into the car with his hands empty.
Fan Qianqiang smiled and said: "Just drive your car."
He climbed into the back seat of the car and began to carry it out.
Bags of fruits, many of which come from the territory of the Flying Fox tribe, the territory of the ancient wood elves, and the territory of the crane, fish paste made from fish meat, bread, fruit wine, red wine, and other delicious and fast-growing fruits.
Magic watermelon.
Finally, Fan Jianqiang took out a small bottle of food pills made from bat meat.
"As a gift, this kind of pill is safe, healthy and has no side effects. You can't buy it outside. One pill can keep you from eating for several days. Keep it for emergency use."
The prodigal son had already seen Fan Jianqiang in the rearview mirror. As if by magic, within a short time, the trunk was full of people.
The prodigal son almost crashed the car.
"Don't use that expression. This is my superpower, a very practical superpower. This is you. Generally, I never show it in front of others."
Fan Qiangqiang climbed back into the passenger seat.
"My God, Mr. Fan, this is simply unbelievable..."
Fan Jianqiang smiled and said: "What's unbelievable? There are many things you haven't seen before! Remember to keep it a secret."
The prodigal son is a person with strong language talent. Not only can he speak fluent English, but he can also speak the dialects of several African countries.
He is very capable and is also an important member of the Cheng family in Africa.
The prodigal son knew the purpose of Fan Jianqiang's coming here, and told about Asherko all the way, because the Cheng family invested more than 30 to 40 million US dollars in the mines of Asherco, and the prodigal son had also been to Asherco several times.
He knows the conditions of the mine well.
This small country where gunfire can be heard every day has almost no modern facilities. The war has destroyed the country's infrastructure. There are almost no schools, hospitals, etc., and the medical level is in a primitive state. It can even rely on foreign charity organizations.
support.
However, foreigners are not all idiots. You fight here every day, and you may lose your life accidentally. Who is willing to run here?
What the prodigal son said was more detailed than the information Fan Jianqiang sent from Cheng Yingjie. He even knew the comparison of the military strength of the Limo tribe and the Aimai tribe.
Fan Jianqiang pays special attention to the Blue Water Mercenaries, a team composed mainly of mercenaries from the United States and South Korea. Its predecessor was a security company registered in the United States.
After a Korean consortium injected capital, it expanded the security company. On the surface, its business is to provide security services to customers, but the real main body is this mercenary army.
But behind this Korean consortium, there is the shadow of the Guwu family.
The two major alliances are content in China, but the battlefields have moved abroad. Some are fierce business wars, some are competitions in the stock market, some are battles between underground forces in a certain country and region, and the open guns of countries in African wars.
Live ammunition conflict.
Three days later, they entered the territory of Asherko.
The country's irregular order also led to blackmail. However, even blackmail for the economically backward Asherko was both infuriating and funny. The prodigal gave them a box of mineral water, a bag of fruit, and two watermelons.
, and stuffed money into it.
Fan Jianqiang asked him how much he gave, and the prodigal son held out two fingers. Fan Qianqiang thought it was two hundred dollars, but the prodigal son said it was twenty dollars.
While he was dumbfounded, Fan Qiangqiang also sympathized with the Asherco people.
It took about an hour to drive into the territory. According to the prodigal son, they began to enter no man's land.
Because of the war between the two races, only a few towns in this small country are normal human settlements. There are many areas that are too dangerous and everyone has fled.
The prodigal son said that although it is said to be a no-man's land, there are still people living there, but only very few.
Moreover, the two sides may exchange fire at any time in these uninhabited areas, so this is a very unsafe zone.
Fan Qiangqiang was careless, and normal human insecurities were nothing to him.
Fan Jianqiang replaced him, asked him to put down his seat and rest for a while, and took over the driver's seat. Fan Jianqiang drove the car as if it was flying, ignoring the bumps caused by the rough road.
His eyesight is super strong, so he is the one who drives the car at night, and it happens to be night at this time.
When the car drove near an abandoned building on the road ahead, gunshots suddenly rang out, and the crisp gunshots disturbed the quiet night.
Fan Jianqiang looked far to the southeast at the flames streaked by bullets, and smiled at the awakened prodigal: "There's a war over there!"
The prodigal son said: "This is a very common thing in Asherko. It sounds like the scale is not large. The total number of people on both sides may not exceed thirty."
Fan Jianqiang sighed: "Soldiers are actually the most miserable. They sacrifice their lives for the benefit of others, but in the end they don't get much benefit."
The prodigal son smiled and said: "For their homeland, for the country, for the things they must protect, these are the reasons why they are willing to sacrifice their lives. If they all think like Mr. Fan, a country or a nation will have no cohesion.
"
As they drove, they chatted amidst the sound of gunfire, and gradually moved away from the battlefield.
The prodigal son was so tired that he fell asleep again.
Until dawn came, the prodigal son woke up, looked up out of the window, then opened the map, looked at it for a long time, and said: "There are still fifteen kilometers, we will arrive at Ascon Town, and we will be able to walk two kilometers more."
When I see a sentry post, I will prepare some tribute items for the sentry."
Fan Jianqiang smiled and said: "Are you giving me something to eat and drink again?"
The prodigal son said proudly: "They are only worth this price. Without a strong country to rely on, they will be looked down upon wherever they go."
The two to three kilometers journey can be reached in a matter of minutes.
There is a simple outpost, with two dilapidated pickup trucks parked, and four Asher Colimo soldiers dressed like a motley crew, carrying old-fashioned firearms from the 1960s and 1970s. What do you think of those outfits?
It doesn't make anyone feel reassured that he looks like a good person.
The terrain is open, so the sentry saw the approaching Land Rover from a long distance away.
This road is often visited by foreigners, and at the same time, it is also a very lucrative job.
Seeing this high-end car approaching, the sentries couldn't help but smack their dry lips and smile.
"Hello, thank you for your hard work." The prodigal son greeted them with a smile in native dialect.
When the sentry heard him speaking the language of Asherko, he was stunned for a moment, and immediately became much kinder.
The prodigal was very generous and handed them a lot of food from the car. The sentries all smiled and chatted happily with the prodigal.
At this moment, four cars drove over from a distance.
None of the sentries paid attention to it. This road led to the town of Ascon, and there were vehicles coming and going every day.
But Fan Jianqiang paid attention. When the four cars drove closer and slowly slowed down, Fan Jianqiang's super eyesight noticed the expressions of the driver and co-pilot in the front car.
Fan Jianqiang immediately shouted: "Prodigal son, get back in the car! Now!"
While the prodigal son was getting close to the sentries, he also noticed something unusual. When Fan Jianqiang shouted, he immediately warned the sentries and quickly returned to the car.
The sentries turned around and shouted at the four cars.
At this time, the muzzle of the gun was stretched out from the lowered car window, and flames were spitting out. The four sentries were caught off guard and fell down in response.
Fan Jianqiang was already reversing the car at this time.
He swung the rear of the car, turned around and ran away.
There was a loud sound of gunfire, bullets ricocheted off the car, making a ping-pong sound, and the windshield at the rear of the car was shattered.
Fan Jianqiang stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and the car was like a wild horse, quickly throwing away the unknown enemy far away.
Fan Jianqiang smiled and said: "Prodigal son, come and take over the driving for me."
"Mr. Fan, there is a gun hidden in the car door."
Fan Jianqiang responded and exchanged places with the prodigal son.
As soon as Fan Qianqiang got out, he immediately opened the car door. The prodigal son was startled and was about to shout, but when he was holding back a sentence, Fan Qianqiang actually used his hands to support himself and climbed onto the roof of the car.
Immediately afterwards, the prodigal son saw Fan Jianqiang jumping off the roof of the car in the rearview mirror like a future soldier.
I don't know when I had an automatic rifle in my hand, and I opened fire at the car chasing after me.
The prodigal son was stunned for several seconds before subconsciously stepping on the brakes.
Flames spurted wildly, and the driver of one of the four pursuing cars was shot in the chest continuously through the shattered windshield. The vehicle lost control and swerved toward an even more rugged road.
After two consecutive bursts of fire and throwing grenades, Fan Jianqiang stood still and hit a car until it exploded.
After a moment, another car stopped suddenly.
The last one increased its power and slammed into Fan Jianqiang.
The prodigal son in the back had his pupils constricted and his expression was stunned with horror.
Fan Qianqiang has no intention of hiding yet!
The prodigal son exclaimed in shock.
Soon enough, the Japanese Nissan car was getting closer and closer. The prodigal son's heart stopped and he closed his eyes.
"Bang!" With a sound, Fan Jianqiang lowered his head and bent forward, his palms forward, with a disdainful smile on his lips.
The Nissan car seemed to have hit a wall! The strong inertia caused the entire car to flip forward!
It passed over Fan Jianqiang's head, spinning in mid-air, and then crashed to the ground more than ten meters away!
During the entire impact process, Fan Qianqiang remained motionless!
The prodigal son missed the most exciting scene!
Damn it, even if it were a Transformers robot at this time, it would be pushed out by the impact of the car! But Fan Jianqiang did not move at all!
When Fan Qianqiang turned around, the Nissan that had flipped forward fell to the ground and exploded!
The flames rose, just like a scene in an American gunfight movie.
Fan Jianqiang strode towards the only normal car, pointing his gun at the two stunned people behind the windshield.
"Get out of the car!" Fan Jianqiang shouted loudly.