Chapter 679: East African Agent! I'm going to take this piece of land! [Thanks to the leader: Dachenzi at the foot of Jianglang Mountain]
"Brother Chen, there's someone outside."
Qin Chengguo quickly ran back to the office. Before he could finish his sentence, he saw Chen Zhi waving his hand and then motioning him to look at the infrared thermal imaging screen on the workbench.
On the screen, orange-red dots of light were moving slowly.
Ever since Orange Meat Industry was attacked by the Tireg armed forces, the equipment, gear and weapons of Fengxuan security personnel have been upgraded again.
Although it is not equipped with heavy weapons, it is equipped with reconnaissance and attack drones, all-weather high-definition infrared thermal imaging cameras, and medium- and short-range radars.
After all, as long as you have enough money, 99.9% of the things in the world can be bought.
"Brother Chen, I just took a look outside and there are about three hundred people. I don't know if they are from Tireg or Hamra."
Qin Chengguo glanced down at the screen and said with a frown.
"Who cares who he is! This gold mine belongs to the big boss. Anyone who dares to rob it is courting death!"
Chen Zhi narrowed his eyes and spoke in a cold tone.
It’s not that he is very aware, but the company said that it will set aside 10% of the gold mine’s profits every quarter as their bonuses.
Working hard for your boss is equivalent to working hard for yourself!
At that moment, Melaku from the Omoro Armed Front came in with two of his men and said to Chen Zhi in English, "They must be members of Tireg's armed forces. These people are completely untrustworthy. They just made peace with us a while ago, and now they're targeting our gold mine."
Melaku is in his early twenties, with a full beard, wearing a khaki camouflage suit and a red headband on his forehead, which binds his dreadlocks behind his head.
But looking at his appearance alone, he looks like a middle-aged man in his thirties. His skin is not dark, but more like that of a Southeast Asian.
“Melaku, it seems that you don’t have much influence in Oromia State.”
Chen Zhi spoke with a smile, but his words hinted at threats and dissatisfaction.
These words made Melaku's heart suddenly turn cold!
Half a year ago, he would have ignored Chen Zhi altogether. If the other party dared to shout at him in front of him, he would have shot him with a volley of bullets first.
But now it’s different!
Senlian Capital is the largest financial backer of the Omoro people. It not only spends money to buy their beef, mutton and coffee, but also provides a batch of second-hand individual equipment with better performance.
After the two sides established cooperation, the lives of the Omoro people have improved significantly. In the northeast corner of the city, a large industrial park is under construction.
Once completed, Sunlink Capital will invest in a large number of labor-intensive industries, bringing them employment opportunities and economic development opportunities.
Melaku naturally didn't dare to offend Chen Zhi!
As a result, attacks continue to occur in Omoro's territory.
Doesn't this clearly tell others that the Omoro Armed Front is not a reliable partner?
"Leave it to us!" Melaku gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice.
He intended to prove to the boss behind Chen Zhi that the Omoro people were powerful.
"No need." Chen Zhi shook his head, a meaningful smile appearing on his face.
“Buzz buzz buzz—!”
Suddenly, a series of short sounds of breaking through the air suddenly rang out!
Dozens of gray-white drones suddenly took off into the air, like falcons made of steel, and rushed towards the distance.
It’s the Fengshen-1 reconnaissance and strike drone!
Qin Chengguo recognized him at a glance.
He had seen this equipment during training in South Africa.
This is the latest equipment equipped by the company for them. It combines reconnaissance and strike functions. The fuselage is also designed to be rainproof and can fly continuously for 4 hours in moderate to heavy rain.
Chen Zhi took the lead and walked out of the office, looking at the Gobi Desert and bushes ahead.
The people of the Tireg Armed Front were indeed cautious enough. They chose the time of attack during the rainy season and their movements were extremely slow.
But times have changed!
How could a group of civilian armed forces who only relied on AK47s, RPG rocket launchers and DShK heavy machine guns know that Fengxuan Security had already purchased a complete set of ground and air monitoring equipment.
Their every move was under Chen Zhi's eyes.
Those actions that they thought were covert actually looked ridiculous.
Melaku looked at the Fengxuan No. 1 drone whizzing away, his pupils constricted instantly, and he gained a new understanding of the armed forces of the Fengxuan security personnel.
But does this thing work?
Melaku thought secretly.
The other side.
Under the gloomy rain and fog, hundreds of Tireg armed members hunched over like a group of dormant beasts, taking cover from the bushes and silently moving towards the gold mine hundreds of meters away.
Hassan, the person in charge of this operation, suppressed his inner restlessness and only had greed for the gold mine in his eyes.
Although both the Tirege and the Omoro opposed Hamra rule, it did not mean that the two sides were friends.
You know, even adjacent households and villages are bound to have conflicts and disputes, let alone two large ethnic groups with a population of over 10 million?
Take over the gold mine and drive out the Chinese!
This thought kept circling in Hassan's mind, making him more and more excited.
"Speed up, get to the mining area as soon as possible before the rain stops!"
Hassan lowered his voice and gave orders to his deputy.
The deputy immediately understood and turned around and gestured to the team behind him.
But Hassan had just taken a few steps when he heard a faint "buzzing" sound, which was getting closer and louder.
"What is that?" an armed member asked curiously, pointing to the sky.
Dozens of gray-white figures broke through the rain!
“It’s a drone!”
Someone shouted a warning.
But just as he finished speaking, the first Falcon 1 flew over everyone's heads.
The micro-bomb fell off the rack and hit the ground directly!
“Boom!”
A violent explosion sounded, smoke and dust billowed, and debris flew everywhere.
The three armed members fell in a pool of blood like puppets with their strings cut, and the weapons in their hands fell several meters away.
The members of the Tireg armed forces were stunned by the sudden attack. The originally neat team was in chaos. Some people fled in panic, while others raised AK47s and fired indiscriminately into the air.
The explosions continue!
Then the brush burst into flames, and thick smoke rose in the rain like a black pillar reaching into the sky.
"Damn it! Where did the Omoro Armed Front get the drone?"
Hassan hid behind a rock and looked at the chaotic situation in front of him, and suddenly became furious.
He had inquired in advance and found out that Feng Falcon and Omoro armed members only had some conventional weapons.
However, these drones capable of dropping bombs were completely beyond his understanding.
Hassan didn't have time to think about it. He immediately raised the RPG rocket launcher on his shoulder, quickly aimed at one of them in a panic, and pulled the trigger hard with his thumb.
"call out--!"
The rocket dragged a thick black column of smoke straight into the sky, but the reaction speed of Fengxuan No. 1 was far beyond his expectations.
Almost the next second after the rocket was launched, the fuselage flexibly rose up, like a light peregrine falcon, easily avoiding the fatal blow.
The rocket lost its target and fell straight into the open space in the distance.
There was a loud bang and it exploded, raising a cloud of dust that spread into a gray cloud in the rain and fog.
It's like a fart!
"Idiot!"
Seeing this, Chen Zhi smiled disdainfully.
Most RPG grenades are impact-type, and they must hit the target to detonate. Moreover, their warheads are too heavy to be suitable for air-launching, and their accuracy is too poor.
It's fine to use it to hit fixed targets, but when facing small drones, it's like using a cannon to kill a mosquito, which is a complete waste of effort.
Melaku, who was standing aside, was in an extremely complicated mood.
On the one hand, he was glad that Fengshuan Security took action, otherwise the Omoro armed front would have to pay a heavy price if it wanted to repel the Tireg armed forces.
On the other hand, the powerful strength demonstrated by Fengshuan Security also made him feel unprecedented pressure.
After a round of bombing, the team of more than 300 people was completely defeated. At this moment, one-fifth of the people were lying on the ground. Some of them covered their wounds and wailed miserably, while others were motionless and sleeping soundly.
The remaining armed members dared not fight any longer. They fled in panic across the vast Gobi Desert, not even bothering to pick up their weapons that had fallen on the ground. They only wanted to get as far away from this death zone as possible.
"Melaku, let your men go."
Chen Zhi turned around and said lightly.
"Okay!" Melaku nodded quickly in response.
He knew that if he didn't perform well this time, it might affect the subsequent cooperation with Senlian Capital, so he immediately gave the order.
After hearing this, the two subordinates did not dare to delay and led more than a hundred Omoro armed members, rushing out shouting.
"Brothers, Tireg's men dared to come to our territory and wreak havoc, and even wanted to steal the gold mine. We must not let them go!"
A member of the Omoro armed group shouted.
"A bunch of stragglers!"
Qin Chengguo and Chen Zhi looked at each other, then commented silently.
The Omoro people are the most populous ethnic group in Abyssinia, but the Omoro Armed Front they formed, although established for decades, has never achieved any results over the years.
This shows how poor their abilities are.
Of course, lack of money is also a major reason.
At this time, Hassan was desperately fleeing with the remaining members of the Tireg armed forces.
The casualties were not serious, but the deterrent effect brought by Fengxuan No. 1 was quite significant.
"Captain, the Omoros behind us are catching up. What should we do?" one of the men asked breathlessly.
Hassan looked back and saw hundreds of Omoro armed members approaching them while howling.
Although he was afraid, he still cursed with a dark face: "Why are you panicking? We still have weapons. Let's fight them!"
Hassan knew that if he gave up resistance now, he would only die a more miserable death.
In East Africa, life is the cheapest thing.
Very few people die from illness because disease can never catch up with the speed of a bullet.
But he had only been able to hold on for a few seconds when he saw several Falcon 1 drones flying over again, and he immediately ran away.
The scene of the drone bombing just now is still vivid in his mind, and he doesn't want to experience it again.
"Run! Run to the valley ahead!"
Hassan took the lead in changing direction, using all his strength.
The terrain in the valley is complex, and the advantages of drones may be weakened, but there may still be a glimmer of hope.
The Tireg armed members followed Hassan and fled towards the valley desperately.
The muddy Gobi Desert was covered with their footprints, and rain mixed with dust splashed on their trouser legs, but no one dared to stop.
The Omoros' shouts and cries were getting closer and closer, and the "buzzing" sound of the drones overhead was like a death warrant, tearing at their tense nerves every second.
The Omoro armed members followed closely behind, firing a few shots from time to time. The bullets hit the ground and splashed mud, but most of them missed.
Hassan ran as fast as he could, his hair soaked by the rain, and every breath was a burning pain.
The members of the Tireg Armed Front were falling behind one by one. Some were hit by the bullets of the Omoro people and fell into the mud with a groan.
Some of them slipped and fell heavily on the rubble, their screams echoing in the heavy rain.
"Faster! Faster!" Hassan shouted.
But the drone flew past at high speed and dropped another palm-sized micro bomb.
There was a loud "boom"!
A half-meter-deep pit was dug out in the muddy ground, and the flying gravel cut Hassan's cheek and left eye like sharp blades.
Warm blood instantly blurred Hassan's left eye, and half of his vision turned scarlet.
He staggered and fell into the mud, subconsciously covering the wound with his left hand.
The remaining Tireg members became even more panicked.
Some people were blown away by the shock wave of the bomb, and some rolled in the mud and wailed, holding their legs that were scratched by the rubble.
Others were completely frightened and ran madly in the opposite direction of the valley, but they were caught up by the bullets of the Omoro people after a few steps, and fell in a pool of blood with convulsions.
Half an hour later, the Omoro armed members escorted the last 100 or so surviving Tireg armed personnel back to the mining area.
"Chen, what are you going to do with these people?"
Melaku looked at Chen Zhi and asked.
In his opinion, Feng Xuan made the greatest contribution, and the decision-making power should be given to Chen Zhi.
Chen Zhi did not answer immediately, but walked slowly to the front of the escorted prisoners and slowly scanned each face filled with fear.
"Separate them and get the seriously injured to the doctors first. Don't let them die. They are more useful alive than dead."
After thinking for a moment, Chen Zhi turned to Melaku and said.
Melaku was stunned for a moment, somewhat puzzled. "Chen, are we going to keep them and then release them? These people are diehards of Tireg. If we release them, they'll cause trouble sooner or later."
In the armed conflicts in East Africa, prisoners have always been treated with the policy of "eradicating the entire population" and it is very rare to leave them alive. Melaku really couldn't understand Chen Zhi's intention.
"Killing them is a waste of bullets. Let the person in charge of Tireg exchange them for money and mining areas." Chen Zhi said with a smile.
He actually said this to Hassan and others.
If the leader of the Tireg armed forces is reluctant to pay, we can take the opportunity to undermine their internal relations.
Get the compensation first, and then fight later!
As for the armistice agreement, Tireg can tear it up at will, so there is no reason why Fengxuan and Omoro cannot follow it.
Similar conflicts and minor frictions occur every day in Africa and the Middle East.
Looking at the world, it is totally insignificant.
The next day, Omoro and the Tireg Armed Front reached an agreement and exchanged Hassan and others for 10 million US dollars and the operating rights of a small copper mine.
That night, the Omoro Armed Front launched an attack on Tirege.
With the truth in hand, revenge never takes time!
When the people of Hamra learned about this, they were secretly delighted.
In their eyes, the interests of the tribe come first, and the more Omoro and Tireg people die, the better.
The other side.
After breakfast, Chen Yansen got on a black Maybach and drove towards the production base of Orange Garment.
He took a Yaocheng X2 Plus and glanced at the screen, gaining a deeper understanding of the situation in Abyssinia.
Bai Zhenshan is quite capable and he successfully found a breakthrough.
I want this piece of land!
Chen Yansen was thinking silently.
(End of this chapter)
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