Chapter 643: Is Feng Bro Thinking of Coming Clean?

Africa.

The territory of the Arutu Tribe has now almost turned into a large construction site.

On a plot of several thousand mu, drilling rigs and huge mining equipment have already been installed.

Only part of it is currently installed.

More equipment is still in transit; due to transportation problems, much of it needs to be reassembled after arrival.

At the same time, the pipelines for exporting oil are also being laid.

According to the engineering design, the pipeline will be laid in sections, and the earliest completion will be by the end of the year.

The Arutu people sit under thatched huts, leisurely watching the passing construction vehicles.

The kicked-up dust spreads like fog, drifting over and hitting their faces.

It also carries a hint of diesel smell.

Yet for the Arutu people, this air is wonderfully pleasant.

Because since the company's people arrived, they no longer need to run out every day to gather food, worrying about going hungry.

Nor do they need to worry that if they fall ill, they can only lie at home waiting to die.

Every half month, the Great Chief Gem Princess distributes large amounts of food.

If someone falls ill, they receive free medical treatment.

All this is thanks to the Gem Great Chief, who has made the tribe no longer suffer from hunger.

"These lazy bastards, just looking at them makes me angry!"

Cai Hao drives a jeep through the village, seeing the Arutu people's lazy demeanor, he shakes his head.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Duan Fei laughs and says: "I actually envy them; they are easily satisfied."

"Yeah!"

Cai Hao sighs.

The company's projects are all outsourced workers from outside; very few Arutu people work in the construction teams.

Even those who do are mostly doing hauling work.

Cai Hao actually understands in his heart that this is Lin Feng's deliberate arrangement.

When a tribe is no longer satisfied with just having enough to eat, they will want more.

At this moment, two fighter jets purchased from Da Mao scream past at low altitude.

The airflow they kick up almost lifts the Arutu people's thatched huts.

Yet the Arutu people are not angry at all; some children even rush out, pointing at the sky and happily shouting.

Duan Fei laughs and curses: "These bastards are getting too arrogant now."

Not far away is the airport, with a total of ten fighter jets and two trainer aircraft.

Half of the pilots and all the logistics personnel are high-salary hires from our Guo Jia,

while the rest are trained by ourselves.

After more than ten minutes, Cai Hao parks the vehicle by the roadside, rolls down the window, and he and Duan Fei light up cigars.

Not far ahead lies the area of the Big Oil Field.

Hundreds of workers are using machinery to lay oil and gas pipelines, all the way to the seaside port.

Just the initial investment amounts to several billion US dollars.

Fortunately, the area is sparsely populated, so the pipeline right-of-way fees are relatively low.

Starting from the Arutu tribe's territory, the oil pipeline will continue westward to the seaside port.

Going east would be shorter, but the east is too chaotic.

After spreading the right-of-way fees, it comes to about 0.5 US dollars per barrel.

Passing through three Guo Jia, each year each Guo Jia is equivalent to picking up several million US dollars for free.

In impoverished Africa, this is a huge income.

Of course, receiving this money also entails the responsibility to protect these oil and gas pipelines.

The company was able to negotiate so quickly and sign a transit contract at an extremely low price,

not because Ouyang Moli is an American—Americans already have a notorious reputation.

It is because of our own Guo Jia.

Duan Fei and Cai Hao look at the bustling construction site before them, thinking of these things, they can't help but feel that to do business outside, one must have a strong backing.

At this very moment,

Besides Cai Hao and Duan Fei, there is another group of people watching the oil extraction facilities under construction.

"Our mission this time is killing and destruction; time, half an hour. After completing the mission, each of you will have at least one week of vacation, free to move around……"

After lowering the telescope, Sofia said with icy eyes.

Her five subordinates immediately broke into happy smiles.

"Captain, we don't need half an hour; at most ten minutes!"

"Ten minutes! I don't even need ten minutes alone!"

"Captain, are there any rewards during vacation?"

While the team members were joking and laughing, Sofia raised her wrist to check the time.

Five minutes left.

However, at this moment, the sky above darkened.

Sofia and her team looked up and saw a huge disc-shaped flying vehicle that had just blocked the sunlight.

"Holy shit! What is that?!"

The one who exclaimed was Cai Hao.

Even from nearly ten kilometers away, one could see Moli No. 2 hovering in the sky.

"It's Moli No. 2..."

After Duan Fei picked up the telescope from the car and took a look, he said.

Cai Hao immediately snatched the telescope from Duan Fei's hands.

Duan Fei shook his head, picked up the sniper rifle from the rear seat, and looked toward Moli No. 2.

At this moment, Moli No. 2 had already descended to less than thirty meters above the ground.

The hatch at the bottom opened.

Liu Huixi led six team members, plus the fully armed Qian Miaomiao, and jumped directly from the cabin over twenty meters high.

Below were Sofia and five team members.

After Liu Huixi and the others landed, they finally reacted.

Just now, Sofia and her team members were stunned by the sudden appearance of this "UFO."

Only after seeing eight "humanoid aliens" land did they react and immediately go on alert.

Sofia and her companions wore camouflage uniforms, carried large backpacks, and had camouflage paint on their faces.

After the attack, they would leave behind various miscellaneous weapons,

to create an attack that appeared to be carried out by locals.

In reality, Sofia and her five teammates were Americans and Japanese.

Liu Huixi and her subordinates all wore black leather jackets and helmets on their heads.

Although they were all Enhancers with strong regenerative abilities and hard to kill, this equipment was all bulletproof.

Upon meeting, without extra words, they grabbed their weapons and started fighting.

In just a few minutes, Sofia and her five teammates turned into corpses.

On Liu Huixi's side, the cost was two dead and one seriously wounded.

After completing the mission, the group directly returned with the casualties to Moli No. 2.

Moli No. 2 immediately took off and vanished in the blink of an eye.

In the distance, Cai Hao and Duan Fei lowered their binoculars and sniper rifle.

They did not see the battle itself, but when Moli No. 2 departed, taking the wounded aboard, they saw it clearly.

"Brother Feng, is he no longer planning to hide the anti-gravity aircraft? Does he want to reveal his hand?"

Cai Hao furrowed his brow and muttered.

Duan Fei shook his head, pointed at the sky, and said: "Satellites in the sky may not necessarily detect Moli No. 2."

"Huh?"

Cai Hao wondered.

Duan Fei said: "Moli No. 2 has just been refitted, using Visual Cloaking Technique on its top."

"What is this technique?"

Cai Hao scratched his head.

Duan Fei explained: "It's just laying display screens on the top layer of Moli No. 2, showing the parts blocked at the bottom through the display.

There are definitely satellites overhead; when infrared and electromagnetic waves cannot capture Moli No. 2, only camera lenses can be used for surveillance...

Of course, this is my understanding; I'm not clear on the actual technical specifications."

Cai Hao laughed: "I thought it would be some profound technology! Who knew it would be this simple!"

At that moment, the guard team under him sent an alarm via walkie-talkie, saying that six incomplete corpses had been found at the edge of the forest ahead.

Duan Fei and Cai Hao immediately got into the jeep and rushed to the scene.

En route, Duan Fei received a text message.

The message instructed to burn all the corpses to ashes.

Because the weapons carried by Liu Huixi and her team were made of Tung Metal.

If the corpses are not disposed of, the Americans will notice.

"A mission came from above..." Duan Fei put down his phone and said calmly.

At the same moment.

"Ugh~"

Inside Moli No. 2's cabin, Qian Miaomiao, having removed her helmet, vomited profusely.

Although she had been mentally prepared before coming.

But when she actually witnessed such combat, she realized it was even more gruesome than she imagined.

Because none of the corpses were intact.

They were split in half horizontally, vertically, or diagonally...

Liu Huixi looked at Qian Miaomiao and said calmly: "Just get used to it; I felt terrible the first time too."

Although her Mandarin wasn't standard and some words were mispronounced, Qian Miaomiao still understood.

She nodded and said: "Thanks! I got it."

Qian Miaomiao didn't notice that Liu Huixi's face was actually quite pale.

The three uninjured subordinates still alive had even worse expressions on their faces.

Because they were also participating in such combat for the first time.

In short, even Liu Huixi counts as a rookie.

There will be more such missions in the future; gradually, they will get used to it.

Han Guo and Feizhou have a time difference of several hours.

Han Guo was still night, but Feizhou was day.

After returning to the training base, it was only 8:30 p. m.

Half an hour later.

In a room inside the base.

Lin Feng sat on the sofa, Lin Feng with one arm around someone, softly comforting.

Qian Miaomiao soon fell asleep.

This woman's psychological quality seemed a bit stronger than Liu Huixi's.

Actually, it's because she is simple-minded.

Put bluntly, she is a little simple-minded and doesn't take things to heart.

Of course, in this regard Qian Miaomiao might not be able to compare with the three Shell sisters.

If those three had encountered today's matter, at this point they'd probably be the phone-players playing on their phones, the idol-drama-watchers watching idol dramas,

then giggling and saying where they'd go to play tomorrow.

Liu Huixi, however, is different; she thinks too much.

She closed her eyes, a faint smile on her face, carefully feeling Lin Feng's hand slowly moving over her hair.

To her, this moment was the most reassuring, like a little cat.