A Gulfstream G350 lands at the airport in Asmara, the capital of Eritrea.
After getting off the plane, before leaving, Emily stuffed a note into Qin Fei's hand with tears in her eyes, telling him that he must go to London to see her when he had time.
Everyone can see that Emily is interested in Qin Fei. Qin Fei is not a clumsy person, so he will not be unclear about it.
Emily has taken good care of her during these days, and Qin Fei is grateful. Besides, Emily is a very good girl in every aspect. She is beautiful and rich. Although she is a bit like a virgin, from another angle she can be said to be.
Kind.
However, Qin Fei is troubled now. The news that Lao Yu found out in China really makes him unhappy, and the little fire of hope that was just ignited has been extinguished again.
Qin Fei couldn't figure out the origin of the monitor who appeared outside Liberty City Hospital.
What had he committed? Was it worth sending someone to chase him to Sierra Leone?
Qin Fei vaguely felt that the case he was involved in was definitely not an ordinary small case, which made him decide to be cautious, keep a low profile, and not think about going back to China for the time being.
Now Qin Fei has a bit of money. He earned a total of 88,000 US dollars from performing Rhodes' escort mission, and he unexpectedly received another 500,000 US dollars from selling the development rights of the diamond mine.
This money would be enough for him to use it for a long time if he didn't spend too much money on a large shower.
I originally planned to find an opportunity to go back and have a look, but I have given up this thought now.
Since I can't go back, I have to find something to do.
Lao Yu's suggestion is very good, that is, organize a mercenary group by yourself and take the work yourself, so you don't have to rely on others.
Qin Fei was born in the military, so he naturally respected veterans like Lao Yu. He felt that a veteran who crawled out from the dead on the battlefield should not live in such a mess.
Maybe if he cooperates with Lao Yu, he can really make a career overseas, and Lao Yu can realize his small goal in life early - own a small farm of his own in France and live a leisurely retirement life.
As for myself, according to the current situation, my memory is recovering little by little. Maybe all the memories I lost that day will be back. By then, even if I really can't go back, I can still spend a lot of money to have myself taken away.
The parents were brought out from China.
When you are a mercenary, you make money with your head in mind. In other words, you make money in hell and enjoy it in heaven.
Being able to survive in a hail of bullets sometimes does not just depend on your fighting qualities being high enough and your fighting will being recognized enough. Many times, surviving on the battlefield depends on luck.
Qin Fei could only treat Emily's kindness indifferently, and nodded in agreement on the surface. In fact, he really had no intention of going to London to find Emily.
But Qin Fei still kept the note. He couldn't explain why he did so.
It is more than 100 kilometers from the capital Asmara to Fati Hospital where Kunchai is located. We rented a jeep outside the airport and found a driver who could speak some simple English. We all carried our luggage and hit the road.
He thought that the journey of more than 100 kilometers would be over in an instant, but when the car started driving, Qin Fei realized that he had overestimated the traffic conditions in Eritrea.
This is one of the poorest countries in Africa, and many places are filled with yellow sand and sparsely populated. The population density is only 46 people per square kilometer!
Moreover, there are almost no decent roads here. The only road to Fati has only two lanes and is almost completely obliterated by yellow sand. It is hard to tell whether it is a road or a roadbed.
After driving for less than an hour, the car was forced to stop and leaned behind a broken earth wall on the side of the road.
Before anyone could ask what was going on, Qin Fei saw something like a sandstorm rolling up outside the car window. Fine yellow sand was flying all over the sky, blocking the clouds and the sun. The surrounding visibility instantly dropped to less than three meters, and the sand hit the ground.
There was rustling on the car body and windows.
After waiting for a full thirty minutes, the wind and sand finally stopped and the car continued to move forward.
It was a long and shaky journey, and it took us four hours to get to Fati, and then it took us more than ten minutes to finally find the hospital where Kunchai was.
Since there are really not many people in Eritrea who can speak English, fortunately the driver knows some English and can do it for me, which is half a translation.
After a lot of fussing, I finally found Kunchai's ward.
When I walked in, I saw Kunchai lying on the bed, his head wrapped like a mummy, one side of his lip was swollen extremely high, and one eye was black and blue with bright red blood, forming a slit.
Seeing Qin Fei come in, Kunchai immediately burst into tears.
"Boss, you're finally here. I thought I was going to die in this hellish place..."
When Xixing saw Kunchai's embarrassed look, he couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"Fake! Why are you swollen into a pig's head!?"
In fact, Kunchai really looks like a pig's head, his mouth is deformed, the protrusion is more than an inch high, and his entire face is twice as fat as when we first met him.
Of course, this is definitely not a result of eating fat, it is obviously the result of being beaten like this.
Seeing the crosshair laughing at him, Kunchai felt even sadder and said in a whimpering voice: "...I've become like this, and you're still laughing. Are you still a human being... wuwu..."
Crosshair smiled awkwardly, scratched his head and said, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't laugh at you, but when I saw your appearance..."
Having said this, I couldn't help but cover my mouth and turn my head away, stifling a laugh.
Qin Fei said: "Okay, don't worry about how the sight laughs at you. What's going on? Aren't you in the training camp? Why are you admitted to the hospital?"
Qin Fei's first thought was that Kun might have participated in some fighting training in the training camp. For an absolute rookie like him, it was normal for him to get beaten.
But even if it was training, seeing the injury, the attack was too harsh. It was almost like death, and it didn't look like normal training.
"Boss, I don't want to go back to the camp to train anymore..."
"Why? Don't you keep saying you want to avenge your sister?" Qin Fei said coldly: "You can't bear this little pain?"
"That's not a place for people..." Kunchai murmured: "They...the black ghosts and the white ghosts all bullied me..."
"Who? Who bullied you?" Qin Fei asked.
"Those bastards in the same camp all laughed at me, saying that I was a pussy, that I didn't have a penis, and that there were shemales in country T..." Kunchai said, wiping tears.
The door was suddenly pushed open.
Everyone turned around suddenly, and Qin Fei saw a Chinese standing at the door with a thermos bottle in his hand.
"Are you Chen Yong?" Qin Fei immediately remembered that the person who called him might be the Chinese in front of him.
"Are you Qin Fei?" Chen Yong put down the thermos bottle. He was about the same age as Qin Fei, with a stronger build, about 1.7 meters tall, and his hair was cut into a square length.
It is said that people who have served in the military can tell whether the other person is of the same kind with just one glance. Qin Fei felt that Chen Yong must have also served in the Z country army.