Chapter 311 The sun sets in Casablanca, and the gorgeous sunset shines on the blue sea, shining like fire.
A silver-white Airbus A380 was soaring over the Atlantic Ocean. On both sides of the A380, sixteen Tornado fighter jets were scattered, divided into four combat formations, and escorted all the way.
Michelle was lying in front of the window, looking at the Tornado fighter jets flying in dense formations for escort, with a smile on her charming cheeks. "My dear, this formation is almost ready for the head of state to travel."
"This is also Bishop Patrick's good intention. With the lessons learned from the two shipwrecks, he is also worried that Sarnia will take risks again and deal with us desperately." Ye Feng showed a faint smile on his face and looked out the window.
The Tornado Fighter, which kept changing its formation, said, "But this is good, it is more useful than the two survivors put back. With such a large formation, the four pursuing troops will know at a glance that we have arrived in Casablanca by plane."
The A380 passenger plane slowly lowered its altitude and approached the west coast of Morocco. Sixteen Tornado fighter jets were hovering over the nearby waters. After the A380 passenger plane safely entered the sky above Casablanca, they turned around and returned to the original route.
Casablanca is the largest city in Morocco, bordering the Atlantic Ocean, with evergreen trees and a pleasant climate. Looking at the city from the sea, you can see the endless blue sky and sea water above and below, with a high and low white outline in the middle.
"Casablanca" is Spanish, casa means "house", and blance means "white". Together they mean "white house".
Hollywood's classic film "Casablanca (also known as: North African Spy Movie)" in 1942 made this white city famous all over the world. Because "Casablanca" is so resounding, we even know that the city's original name was "Dalbeda"
There are not many people left.
Since it is called "White House", Casablanca is naturally full of white buildings. Exquisite cast iron balconies, artdeco-style decorative patterns, gentle and generous arc-shaped lines, and white high-walled courtyards are filled with green plants.
The gloomy palm trees. Those branches and leaves that quietly peek out of the wall are green and shiny. It can be said that the garden is full of spring scenery, and it has a leisurely and romantic style.
To the north of the United Nations Plaza in the center of Casablanca, separated only by a not-very-high khaki city wall, lies a different world. Narrow and dense maze-like streets, noisy markets, and masked Berbers
Women and men wearing traditional robes are walking among them. This is the old Arab town of Casablanca, a city within the city known as the "Medina". The Medina has none of the romantic charm of Casablanca outside the city walls, only densely packed
The brick house is also a dazzling white.
At sunset and dusk, the night lights are turned on one after another. The smoke from the kitchen drifts out from the white roofs on the seaside and dissipates in the warm sea breeze. As day and night alternate and time goes by, Casablanca under the sun gradually dims, along with those bright and bright
The colors—the blue sky, the white houses, the red carpets, the tawny earthen walls, and the colorful robes worn by men and women—have all lost their dazzling brilliance one by one.
At this time, Casablanca gave way to a more solemn, almost black-and-white movie-like mood, as if it was just like the unforgettable classic film "Casablanca", which suddenly gave rise to some kind of desire, some kind of desire in people's hearts.
Confusion and some inexplicable emotion.
Ye Feng was sitting in a restaurant called afe, leisurely tasting the Moroccan specialty "Couscous".
Michelle seemed to be particularly interested in this restaurant. While eating the spicy and rich "Couscous", she quietly looked at the decoration in the restaurant.
"My dear, why do I feel so familiar with this restaurant?" Michelle put down the knife and fork in her hand, looked at the streets outside the window, and continued. "The narrow and noisy alleys, the walls as white as snow,
There are drooping palm trees in front of the door. Inside the house is an arched corridor, and colorful glass lamps are hung on the walls. Everything is both illusory and real, as if you have walked into "The Spy of North Africa"."
A faint smile appeared on Ye Feng's face, he picked up the wine glass, took a sip of the local wine, and said with a smile. "Michelle, you are right. This restaurant is modeled after the AFE restaurant in the movie.
Designed. It is said that the owner of this restaurant is a loyal fan of "The Spy", so he imitated the scenery in the film and recreated the afe restaurant in his memory."
Michelle smiled and said, "No wonder the name of this restaurant is also called afe. That's what it is."
While the two were chatting, a Berber man wearing a robe walked into the restaurant. Looking at Ye Feng who was feasting, the Berber man showed a happy smile on his face, walked quickly to the dining table, and put the
The black backpack he was carrying was placed under the dining table.
"Mr. Ye, welcome to Casablanca." The Berber bowed to Ye Feng very respectfully, then put a car key on the dining table and whispered. "What you want, Zelu
Elder Ale is already ready. The jeep is parked outside the restaurant. Sufficient drinking water and dry food have been prepared in the car. In addition, Elder Zerouale has also contacted other tribal elders scattered in Western Sahara. They all
We will definitely help you to repay your kindness to us."
"Muammar, thank you, please express my heartfelt thanks to Elder Zerual for me." Ye Feng took out a paper bag from his arms and stuffed it into Muammar's hand.
"Mr. Ye, you don't have to be polite." Muammar knew what was in the paper bag, so he hurriedly put the paper bag back on the dining table and said respectfully. "The things we have prepared for you are very important to you.
Compared with the blessings of our tribe, they are simply not worth mentioning."
Ye Feng smiled calmly, picked up the paper bag, and stuffed it into Muammar's hand. "I have been living in seclusion in the past few years, and I don't know how the hospital that originally assisted your tribe has developed. With this little money, even if it is done
My little thought is to add some more medical equipment to the hospital."
Ye Feng was so frank that Muammar could no longer refuse. Muammar's eyes flashed with reverence, he nodded solemnly, and stuffed the paper bag into his arms.
"Mr. Ye, after receiving your notice, Elder Zerual ordered the tribesmen to immediately go to the airport and port and other places. About fifteen minutes ago, news came from Casablanca Airport that our tribesmen had discovered
They are acting very suspiciously. As soon as they leave the airport, they start asking the nearby locals for news about you." Muammar bowed and whispered. "These people are currently staying near the airport.
In a hotel, they kept sending people out to inquire for information, but they did not stay away from the airport and seemed to be waiting for someone."
"They are waiting for reinforcements." Ye Feng laughed and said. "Muammar, go back and inform your tribe so that they can all return to the tribe. There is no need to monitor those people anymore."
"Okay, Mr. Ye. If you need help from our tribe, please notify us immediately. We will do our best to help you." Muammar bowed to Ye Feng very respectfully, then turned and left.
Dining room.
"My dear, why are you so leisurely? It turns out that you have been prepared for a long time." After the two of them left the airport, Ye Feng immediately rushed to the bank to withdraw 300,000 US dollars, and then took Michelle to go shopping.
We walked out on the street. Michelle was quite puzzled by Ye Feng's actions, but Ye Feng smiled and didn't answer. It wasn't until now that Michelle suddenly realized.
Ye Feng smiled and nodded, then lowered his head and wolfed down the remaining food on the plate.
Michelle picked up the wine bottle, poured wine into Ye Feng's glass, and said with a smile. "My dear, this Berber just said that you have done great favor to his tribe. What kind of hospital is this?
What's going on?"
Ye Feng ate up all the food on the plate like a wind and a lingering cloud. Then he picked up the wine glass, took a sip of red wine, and said with a smile. "It's a long story to talk about this past event. Let's talk as we walk."
Michelle nodded and reached out to pick up the black backpack under the dining table. It felt extremely heavy. When she touched it with her hand, she couldn't help but laugh. "Two AK47s and two Desert Eagles. These are the best for desert warfare."
arms."
"There are also ten AK47 spare magazines, four pistol spare magazines, and two thousand rounds of ammunition." Ye Feng took the backpack from Michelle, and the two walked out of the restaurant together.
The two got into the jeep and drove towards Casablanca Airport. On the way, Ye Feng briefly told Michelle the past events.
Nine years ago, Ye Feng traveled to the Sahara Desert alone in his spare time. When passing through the outskirts of Casablanca, he happened to meet the Zerual tribe who had been expelled from their homeland.
On the way to the Western Sahara Desert, these Berbers who have lived in Casablanca for generations left their homes with their families. And their migration path was not peaceful. A group of foreign armed forces with live ammunition
The officers monitored these Berbers all the way. Any slightest resistance or pause would result in severe beatings from the armed officers.
Seeing this scene, Ye Feng was very angry, so he took the opportunity to sneak into the Berber team and found the tribe elder Zerual. After some questioning, Ye Feng learned that it was because of local exploration.
The arrival of abundant oil and gas resources led to a bloody disaster.
If you want to exploit oil, you must obtain ownership of the land, but the Berbers are unwilling to sell their land to foreign oil companies. In addition, these oil companies, which have always been arrogant and domineering, have not treated these native Berbers at all.
In the eyes of the Berbers, they do not want or are unwilling to spend money to buy land from the Berbers.
In order to obtain maximum profits, these oil companies decided to solve this problem by force. So they hired a mercenary army to force the local tribes to move to other places.
The Berbers are unwilling to leave the land where they have lived for generations, and plan to fight to the death with these foreign invaders to defend their homeland. However, these unarmed Berbers are no match for the well-equipped mercenaries.
.Failed again and again, and after several battles, these Berbers had lost most of their young men. Finally, they were forced to leave their homes in tears.
What Ye Feng hated most in his life were those who bullied others. After learning the reason for the incident, Ye Feng returned to Casablanca without saying a word. In one night, he killed the managers of five oil companies and deposed the people who supported him.
The evil mercenary leader was beheaded in the camp headquarters.
After assassinating these leaders, Ye Feng sneaked into the headquarters of the oil companies, broke open the safe, and took away 12 million U.S. dollars. Ye Feng used this money to help the Berbers who returned to their homes build houses.
, and built a modern general hospital and more than ten schools for them.
Ye Feng's efforts not only improved the situation of these Berbers, but also allowed the Berbers in a primitive tribal state to enjoy the fruits of modern technological civilization.
Since then, the Chinese "Mr. Ye" has become a god in the hearts of the Berber people in Western Sahara.
After listening to Ye Feng's story, Michelle also applauded Ye Feng's feat. "My dear, you are so kind. You are the greatest man in the world."
Ye Feng said nothing, looking up at the stars in the night sky, a faint smile quietly showing on his handsome and angular face.
That smile was as bright as a star, elegant and charming.