"Mr. Minister, we found out that HCLI's Casper and Hekmadia are in the hotel." Maga's cronies sent this information back.
Maga just nodded to show that he understood, and his assistant stood aside, "It seems that there is no problem with our previous investigation. Umbrella has a close relationship with HCLI, and the oil field in Lipia is jointly owned by them and the Durand family of France."
Business."
"The American side seems to be a little dissatisfied with our previous battle outside the city." The assistant took out a document sent by the American Motorsport. This was just received by the Suburban Department today.
"Ignore these greedy guys. Do you think they care about the lives of the Nuer people? They are just worried that no one will mine for them."
As a native of South Sudan and a senior official in the government, Maca had a very clear understanding of these white people.
The only purpose of these people is to plunder, oh, by the way, there is another purpose, to create trouble for China, the country's largest investor.
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At the same time, news of the agreement between Umbrella and Maga also reached the office of Petroleum Minister Ruer.
"This bastard Maga, does he want to sell all our country?" Lu Er, who was almost sixty years old, slammed the table.
"This matter should be approved by the president. The military now needs to replenish a large amount of heavy equipment, otherwise it will be difficult to gain an advantage in the war." This matter has made President Kiir very worried. He has searched all over the relations with various countries.
But no one can promise them.
Now that there is finally a force that seems to be able to help them, of course they will seize it.
"This damn war." Luer cursed in a low voice. At his age, he had experienced all the wars in Sudan's modern history, and he really hated this matter.
But he couldn't change anything at all. Of course, he had tried hard to drive away the colonists and fight for independence for this country, but the final result was an endless civil war. Why was this? He always couldn't figure it out.
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A market has gradually formed around the UN camp on the outskirts of Juba, where the purchasing power of UN staff and maintenance soldiers far exceeds that of the locals.
Not only are there many hawkers, but there are also people waiting for job opportunities here. Most of these people have special skills, such as being able to drive, speaking various languages, or doing civil engineering work.
Some children were running and playing around here. These children would regularly go around the UN camp to rummage for scraps, ranging from building materials to discarded leftovers.
Especially during meal time in the UN camp, these children gather nearby and wait for the leftovers thrown out from the camp.
Of course, there are also people who work in the most traditional jobs in the world. A few soldiers who came out of the Ethiopian camp said a few words to the woman standing on the street and walked into the thatched hut next to it.
A group of Chinese soldiers on patrol walked by the roadside and looked at the Ethiopian soldiers with puzzled expressions. One of them asked the leader Du Feng, "Squad leader, don't their superiors care?"
"That's someone else's business. What does it have to do with you?" Du Feng looked back. They were now used to it. They couldn't understand these behaviors when they first came here.
"Okay, we're about to arrive at the camp. Let's buy some fruits and go back." Du Feng looked at the small stalls on the roadside. There were quite a lot of fruits here, some of which he had never seen before.
"Okay, but squad leader, can you speak foreign languages?" A soldier holding Flight 95 in his hand laughed.
They didn't bring a translator today, and most of them would just shout something like, 'Leave immediately, or we will use force.' There was no need for daily communication.
Du Feng glared at him, then looked at a young man at the end of the team, "Isn't Chen Zhiguo been studying English? You just need some exercise."
Chen Zhiguo was shocked, why is it my business? "I'm not the squad leader, I only know a few words."
"How many words do you need to ask for a price? Hurry up." Du Feng directly pulled Chen Zhiguo out, "What's the use of a bare back? You have to practice."
Chen Zhiguo looked confused and was dragged to the fruit stall by several soldiers, "Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up and go back to eat after shopping. The cooking class went late to make the buns today and they will definitely be robbed."
Several people picked two watermelons and some fruits they had never seen before, and then asked the vendor to weigh them.
"How much?", Chen Zhiguo asked the fruit vendor about the price in English with a local accent.
Then he was confused. He couldn't understand the other person's answer at all and could only guess based on the other person's gestures.
"Monitor, he seems to be talking about ten dollars." Chen Zhiguo said hesitantly. The other person's accent was heavier than his and he couldn't understand it at all.
Du Feng and several other people also came up and asked, "Is it so expensive?" Du Feng subconsciously thought that the other person was talking about US dollars.
"Maybe those two melons are more expensive, they look so big." A soldier tried to explain.
"Forget it." Although Du Feng felt that the price was a bit expensive, he still decided to pay. If something unpleasant happened because of this, that would be the most troublesome.
He took out ten dollars in cash from his pocket and handed it to the vendor. Then the kid jumped up.
Du Feng looked at the other person chattering excitedly, then looked at Chen Zhiguo, "What did he say?"
"I don't understand at all." Chen Zhiguo scratched the helmet on his head.
When everyone was at a loss what to do, a voice sounded next to them, and it was in Mandarin, "He said he would give the stall to you."
Du Feng turned his head and saw a young man wearing sunglasses, sand-colored overalls and a jacket standing next to the thatched house.
Xu Chuan was taking Curtis to wander around the refugee camp and the UN camp, inspecting which land was suitable for construction.
"You gave him too much, 10 dollars can buy his stall." Xu Chuan explained to them, "He is talking about the currency of Nansudan."
Du Feng suddenly realized that the money had already been taken out, and it would not be good to put it back.
He looked at Xu Chuan, saluted him first, and then said, "Comrade, can you tell him that I don't want his stall, we can just move the fruit away."
Xu Chuan nodded, and then translated the words. The vendor excitedly planned to help them move the fruit away, for fear that these people would regret it. 10 US dollars was enough for their family to live for a week. The average daily income of South Sudanese people was only 1
US dollars.
Du Feng felt very friendly when he saw his compatriots here, and shook hands with Xu Chuan enthusiastically, "Thank you so much. Our translator has a mission to go to the headquarters today. It would be impossible without him."
Xu Chuan smiled and said a few polite words, turned around and left without saying anything more.
Du Feng walked into the camp, then looked back at the direction Xu Chuan left. He suddenly felt a little familiar to this compatriot whose name he didn't even know, but after thinking about it for a while, there was no result and he stopped delving into it.
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"I don't think the camp will work here." Xu Chuan walked around the UN camp. There was indeed a large open space on the east side of the camp, but it was too close to the local village, and these places were all sources of instability.
Put the camp here and wait to deal with thieves every day. Moreover, riots often occur in the refugee camp. The government army and the rebels often exchange fire here. The UN troops cannot be a barrier for them and may even cause trouble.
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Curtis parked the car in the shadow of the woods on the roadside. Xu Chuan looked around Juba City with a paper map. In this poor place, there is no signal for mobile phones at all times, let alone access to the Internet. By the way, the base station must be installed.
Set it up.
The infrastructure here is almost non-existent, and the signal base stations that are currently functioning were built by China Communications Company several years ago.
"Oh, this place is really bad." Xu Chuan cursed, then pointed to the White Nile on the map that passed through Juba, "We put the camp on the east bank of the river, right at the Juba Bridge.
It’s nearby, transportation is convenient and if anything happens, you can reach Juba Airport directly by waterway.”
"This location is just close to the water source, and the transportation is really convenient." Curtis nodded, this is much better than the previous place.
"Then let's go over and take a look."
The straight-line distance is actually not that far, but it's just a detour. They have to drive to the only main road, and then drive through the city and onto the only bridge connecting the two sides of the White Nile.
The east bank is more desolate than the west bank, but some plots of land are fenced off and appear to be under development.
Xu Chuan was very satisfied with this place, "Let's just go here and tell Ruige when we go back, but we have to pay attention to whether the water will rise during the rainy season."
The location of the campsite has been roughly decided, and it will then depend on which locations in South Sudan can be sold.
Reg Rogers took over the matter, and Xu Chuan asked him to keep in touch with Albert, who was recruiting troops in Algeria, and of course HCLI. Their people should have started inspecting the goods. Xu Chuan estimated that the replacement batch
It will take at least three months for the T62 to be shipped to South Sudan.
During this period, construction can start. As for the oil field in Jonglei Prefecture, Xu Chuan plans to go there after a while. After the HCLI goods arrive, he will bring his people there with him, so that the partners cannot kick them away.
He also planned to meet with Kou Kou and then instigate her to blow up rockets. How could he keep so much money that he had robbed and let it go moldy?
Things here in Nansudan are basically like this. Umbrella needs to constantly invest manpower and material resources here, which is actually much more troublesome than Lipia's place.
After that, he left Sanborn here and took the others directly to Minsk.
I returned to this city again after a few months. The weather here has become much warmer and the flowers are blooming in spring.
Bai E, who lost a president, finally decided to start early elections two months ago to end the current chaotic situation.
There are currently five people running for election, three of whom are regional councillors, the other two, one is the former vice president, and the other is the Minister of Commerce, whom Xu Chuan has met once.
They belong to different factions. So far, the Vice President and the Secretary of Commerce have the greater advantage. Things happened too suddenly. No one had prepared a national election strategy. Those regional congressmen have always said that they are close to Europe.
The strategy has little appeal to the public.
If nothing unexpected happens, the next commander-in-chief of Bai E will be selected from these two people.
Umbrella's safe house has been renovated. In addition to the previously installed communication equipment, various daily necessities and electrical appliances are almost ready.
"Hey, Michael, your son looks so much like you." Seeing the lively Michael again, Xu Chuan stabbed him once, no, twice, "That president's wife looks really nice.
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Michael glanced at the door subconsciously. Fortunately, Nikita was not there. He stretched out his middle finger and cursed in a low voice, "Fcuk you!"
"Haha, it's a pity that you're fine. Those mercenaries are really not very capable." Curtis came over and joked with the other party.
Michael kicked him, but he didn't get angry.
"What are you talking about?" Nikita, wearing a leather jacket, walked in from outside, causing Curtis to even whistle.
Then this guy almost jumped up and ran away after being glanced at by Nikita.
"How is the situation now?" Several people quarreled for a while, and then Xu Chuan asked about the current situation of the Zetlov Group.
Michael handed over a tablet, which contained all the work they had done in the past few months, "We have secretly killed seven of Sergei Smike's diehards, involving three or four of the entire group.
The death of important departments, especially two technicians, caused a gap in Zetlov's technical ability."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! This is like Umbrella losing Birkhoff. It is definitely a very troublesome thing. Although the system can still run normally, there is no
People will be more familiar with this thing than its creator, unless their artificial intelligence can truly reach the level of 'Red Queen'.
"Nice job." Xu Chuan looked through the mission log. It was really scary for Nikita to return to his old profession. All seven people died in accidents and suicides. There were almost no loopholes, at least Jing Fang from Mosko.
I think so.
But why Jingfang thinks it is not important, Smike probably already knows that someone is dealing with him. There is nothing that can be done about it. As long as there is action, it is impossible to completely hide it from the other party.
"Is there no problem with Gogol anymore?" asked Nikita, who was making coffee in the kitchen.
Xu Chuan told the other party what happened to Nan Sudan, "Ali's purpose is very obvious. He has taken refuge with Maozi's senior management. Smike can no longer keep him."
It is unclear whether Smike knew about this matter, but even if he knew it, there seemed to be nothing he could do about it. His control over Gogol was completely inferior to that of his predecessor, Alex's father.
"The top management of Maozi?"
"Well, probably the biggest one."
Nikita came over with several cups of coffee and beer, "If that's the case, you have to be more careful over there in South Sudan. The number of people he can mobilize will be several times that of ours."
The woman quickly thought that Gogol could mobilize resources from Maozi's military in the future.
Xu Chuan nodded, "I know, but I don't think Ali will put most of his people into Nansudan. Their main goal is actually West Africa, and Maozi's purpose is to use Gogol as a springboard to establish an army that can be used at any time."
Mobilize and intervene in hot spots."
Nikita thought for a while, and it seemed that was indeed the case, "Just understand."