"You drive? Forget it, let's wait until we get out of the city!" After Yu Zhiqian finished speaking, the vehicle had already arrived at the entrance of the embassy. Ambassador Lin's assistants were already waiting, while Liu Wenlong and five others stood aside, fully armed.
"Captain Yu, your injury is healed!" Liu Wenlong gave him a hug when they met, and Yu Zhiqian smiled: "It's okay. I'm not good at anything, I just have good health. What about you? How are you? Are you okay?"
"fine!"
"As long as it's okay, I still need your cooperation on the road this time. I'll leave it to you when the time comes. There are only three people in our company. If anything happens on the road, you will be the main force!"
Yu Zhiqian hugged each other and then bowed: "Everyone, I didn't expect that this time, we would have to fight side by side again. This time, it's still up to you!"
"Captain, it's not that serious, don't act like Little Japan!"
Yu Zhiqian rolled his eyes at Han Cheng: "What do you mean by the little Japanese thing? These are all left to us by our ancestors. Those little dwarfs just stole ours. Okay, no more nonsense. Let's get in the car and go to the port to gather first. This time, everyone, please keep your spirits up and don’t make any mistakes!”
"good!"
Three vehicles, two of which were driven by Liu Wenlong and five others, plus Yu Zhiqian's armored vehicle, were dispatched together. The two off-road vehicles were in tandem, with the armored vehicle in the middle. They passed through the embassy area and finally entered the port area of Cape Town.
The Port of Cape Town was once one of the most prosperous ports in the world. Before the Suez Canal was opened, every cargo ship from Asia and the Middle East had to pass through several ports in Cape Town for supplies, and then travel along the African continent. The west coast goes north and reaches the European region.
After the arrival of the European colonists, the British occupied this most fertile territory and vigorously built ports. South Africa lacked everything but ports. Even the ports built at the beginning of the last century are still in use, but there is one thing. , most of the ports are now abandoned and no longer in use.
The vehicle was parked at the port. A cargo ship had been docked on the shore and was being unloaded. There were already five trucks waiting on the side. Yu Zhiqian finally saw the so-called Mr. Wang Dahai, who was constantly giving instructions. Workers work.
"Here you are, you must be Mr. Yu Zhiqian, I am Wang Dahai, let's talk on the phone!"
As soon as Yu Zhiqian got off the car, Wang Dahai came up to him. Yu Zhiqian pointed at himself: "How do you know that I am Yu Zhiqian?"
"I've seen your photos and recognized them at a glance, and I've seen five of them a few days ago. These two are definitely not white people. Who else is there besides you?"
Yu Zhiqian smiled after hearing this: "Hello Mr. Wang Dahai, when can we set off?"
"It will be ready soon. Now after fixing the goods, you can set off. This time, I will leave it to you. This is the deposit. Please take it. This time, because the road is far away, I will not pack the goods myself. This time in South Africa I still have things to be busy with!"
Yu Zhiqian glanced at the money handed over, nodded, and handed it to John: "Okay, let's wait for a while and let us know when we set off!"
"Okay, soon, soon!"
It's a quick sentence, and I waited for two hours. There are many procedures in the process of transporting large goods out of the port, and because the goods are relatively heavy, it takes a long time to fix and inspect them to make sure there are no problems before they can be transported on the road, otherwise they will be shipped out halfway. Any problem may cause a long delay.
In Namibia, in the city of Stermanshoop, twelve white people were chatting and eating snacks in a room. Two others were checking their weapons, and one was reading a retro book. Small magazine with Playboy written on it.
"Hamie, haven't we had any work recently? Damn it, are Namibia's opposition crazy? Are they ready for peace talks? Damn it, they are ready for peace talks, how can we make money!"
The white man named Hami put down his legs, and then closed the magazine: "I have asked little Ram to inquire, and there will probably be news soon. At worst, we will go to America, where the anti-government forces in Venezuela will It’s very popular now, but the price is not high!”
"Well, I'm going to starve to death and I don't even have money to go drink!"
This group of people are illegal mercenaries, and we cannot say that they are illegal mercenaries. In Namibia, the mercenary profession is legal. Although the United Nations has introduced an anti-mercenary bill, more than 50 countries have responded to this bill. Most of them are developed or safe countries. A country like Namibia has not joined, so mercenaries are a legal profession.
Just when a group of people were complaining about not having a job, a tall and thin white man opened the door and walked in. Good news, guys, we have a job, and it’s a big job!" After saying that, he raised the document in his hand, and then It was thrown on the table. A group of card players immediately dropped the cards in their hands and rushed to read the documents, but they quickly put them down because they did not understand Spanish at all.
"Let me take a look!" At this time, the leader Lamia stood up from his position, put down his weapon, took the document in his hand and looked at it for a while. After seeing the final price of two hundred thousand US dollars, , a slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Guys, big business, two hundred thousand dollars, let us hijack a group of convoys coming from South Africa. Their destination is Windhoek, the capital of the government army. They need to pass through us. Five vehicles are expected to transport people. How about no more than thirty people? Are you interested?"
"Wow, two hundred thousand dollars, head, take it, it's not much different from giving it away for free!"
"Haha, get rich, get rich!" A group of mercenaries shouted immediately after hearing the price. The price was very high, exceeding many tasks, and it didn't sound like the task was too difficult.
This mercenary group is called the Silver Hand Mercenary Group, which is a very middle-class name, but in the mercenary world, there are even more middle-class names, such as Dragon Slayer, Volcano Giant Mercenary Group, etc.
Most things like choosing a name are decided after an idea pops up in the mind. Even if you regret it later, you will not change the name. For example, when you write a book and call it the strongest mercenary on the surface, you really want to change your name to Zetsu. ordered to be armed, but could not.
The Silver Hand Mercenary Group was established in 2003. At its peak, it had more than a hundred people and participated in many civil wars in Africa. However, as various regions of the world became more and more peaceful, some old members chose to retire.
There are currently only thirteen people in this mercenary group, and most of them are over forty years old.
