Dabancheng, Nigeria is an inconspicuous third-tier city in Nigeria.
Recently, it has gradually become a little unusual.
A large number of foreign vehicles come in and out, and the security level has been significantly improved. You can often see Nigerian soldiers in plain clothes patrolling the streets.
However, these changes happened quietly and had no real impact on most Nigerians.
In a tavern in Daban City, a lonely-looking young man sat alone in front of the wine table, drinking one glass after another.
It was Long Zhenhai who had escaped the pursuit of China before.
Although he was not arrested by the Chinese National Security Bureau, Long Zhenhai was not having an easy time at all at this time.
Long Zhenhai, who fled to Nigeria, lost his value to the people of Nigeria with the complete collapse of the Long family, like a bereaved dog.
At this time, Long Zhenhai only had hatred left. He hated everyone who had dealt with the Long family. They made him lose everything!
Revenge is necessary! Long Zhenhai is unwilling to live like a mouse!
He decided to find his backer, a Nigerian general named Watanabe Lingluo.
He wants to use the power of the Nigerian people to take revenge, kill Ling Fusheng and take back his things!
A drunken Long Zhenhai appeared outside Watanabe Lingluo's mansion and frantically rang the doorbell.
A guard opened the courtyard door and looked at the staggering Long Zhenhai with a cold face.
"Hua Guozhu, General Watanabe has long said not to bother him again. You are just a worthless waste now! A waste has no qualifications to make any demands! Get out!"
"I want to see General Watanabe. I have cooperated with the Nigerian military for more than 20 years, and I have worked hard without credit. I don't believe General Watanabe would treat me like this!"
The drunken Long Zhenhai felt annoyed. This was not the first time he came to Watanabe Lingluo's mansion.
The guard blocking his way now is just Watanabe Lingluo's dog. In the past, when he saw him, he would call him Mr. Long.
Now they call him a Chinese pig and shut him out. This is unbearable!
So Long Zhenhai was about to rush in very arrogantly, but he heard a sneer.
The guard kicked Long Zhenhai in the abdomen, knocking Long Zhenhai to the ground and rolling several times.
"This is what you get for being ignorant of current affairs, you useless Chinese pig. If you don't get out of here, General Watanabe will make you disappear forever!"
With the cold sound of the door closing, Long Zhenhai, who was rolling on the ground, finally regained consciousness, and the hatred in his eyes became more intense.
He hated these Nigerians even more now. Why did they treat him like this? He wanted to kill Watanabe Lingluo.
But he knew very well that he did not have this ability. If he even continued to stay at the door, Watanabe Lingluo would really kill him!
Long Zhenhai left Watanabe Lingluo's mansion with a sense of humiliation and walked in the dark night of Daban City.
Suddenly a big hand covered Long Zhenhai's mouth, and then Long Zhenhai passed out.
He was woken up by a basin of cold water, and suddenly he was alerted. He was completely sober from the wine.
"Is it you? You bastard! What did you do to my son?"
Standing in front of Long Zhenhai was none other than Yang Haoran, and next to him stood the tall and powerful Ma Xiaopeng.
"How can a scum like you still care about others? It's really rare.
But your worries are unnecessary. Long Xiaoyun is doing very well now and is working hard to reform. But you, do you really think you can evade sanctions in Nigeria?" Heyuan Book Bar
A look of despair appeared on Long Zhenhai's face, and he looked at Yang Haoran with gritted teeth.
"You came to Nigeria specifically to arrest me, right?"
Yang Haoran spread his hands: "Then what do you think we can do here?"
"When a man is about to die, he speaks well. I know you will not let me go, and I also know that you must be here for that batch of ore.
You don’t need to force me, I’ll tell you everything I know!”
Yang Haoran and Ma Xiaopeng looked at each other with confusion on their faces, why is this guy so cooperative?
Long Zhenhai sneered: "Haha, don't think I'm helping you, I just don't want that bastard Watanabe Lingluo to live too comfortably!
I have been delivering supplies to the Nigerians for twenty years, and they actually treat me like a dog!
I’m not willing to give in. I can’t deal with them, but you can! So I will tell you everything I know!”
Half an hour later, Yang Haoran watched Bai Ru record everything Long Zhenhai said into the database.
"How is it? Is what that guy said true?"
Bai Ru nodded: "According to some of the information we currently have, Long Zhenhai did not lie.
Moreover, a lot of the information he provided was unknown to us originally, but there is a high probability that it is the truth.
In other words, that batch of ore is indeed in Daban City, but it has not been officially delivered to the Nigerian Research Institute, but is being kept in the hands of Sanqi Heavy Industry Company."
Yang Haoran nodded: "Okay, we need all the information about Sanqi Heavy Industry Company."
"No problem, Chen Yanli is already cracking their company network, and I believe there will be progress soon."
At this time, Ma Xiaopeng came in from outside and said lightly: "It's solved."
Yang Haoran nodded: "Let's act separately. You try to figure out the exact location of that batch of ore. I'll go to Daban City to see if there are any other clues."
Norika Yumi, the only daughter of Norika Junliang, chairman of Sanqi Heavy Industry Company.
Because I had just lost my love, I was getting drunk in the feasting and feasting of the bar.
Norika Yumi's eyes have begun to become blurred, and her body is getting hot.
She let out a scream unbridled, tore off her black silk top, exposing her snow-white skin to the impetuous air.
At the same time, it also attracted the attention of men with evil intentions around him.
A pair of hungry wolf-like eyes wandered over Yumi Yumi's body unscrupulously.
According to their rich experience, with Yumi Yumi's current condition, any man can take her away.
As a result, several impatient young people could not bear it and approached Yumi Yuki.
But at this moment, a young Chinese man took the lead and was the first to reach Yumi Yuki's side.
"Miss, you drank a little too much!"
Yang Haoran said lightly, one hand had already passed through Yumi Yuki's armpit and supported her soft and hot body.
Ji Xiangyumi chuckled, her face flushed, looking at Yang Haoran in confusion, and then she threw herself into Yang Haoran's arms.
"Who do you think drank too much? I didn't drink too much. I'm very sober now. Why don't you take me home and I'll prove it to you!"
Yang Haoran's arms felt hot, and then he felt murderous aura coming from all around him.