Chapter 203 The Light of Africa

The vast Africa has been a white-skin hunting ground for the past hundreds of years. The ignorant black mullet was **** on a boat by slave hunters and his own people in exchange for a little glass beads and small pieces, and then these black mullet were sent to the ocean. The Europa and Americana on the other side created value for the white skin, but also left a **** in trouble.

  When the black corns in the United States are busy racing with police, horses, children and banknotes every day, their black brothers in Africa are not very comfortable.

  Africa, this land seems to be full of recklessness and backwardness, but here is a treasure house yet to be excavated. Africa has a large variety of proven mineral resources and large reserves. Oil and natural gas reserves are rich; iron, manganese, chromium, cobalt, nickel, vanadium, copper, lead, zinc, tin, phosphate and other reserves are large; gold and diamond have long been famous; uranium veins have been discovered one after another, and many mineral reserves are located At the forefront of the world.

  There is also oil. Africa’s proven oil accounts for 12% of the world’s total oil. Under the circumstance that oil in other regions is monopolized by major companies and OPEC, these oils whose owners are erratic are a bit commendable.

It stands to reason that if there are sufficient resources, then a region will develop very rapidly, but Africa is not. Every year countless people die in this land due to disease, starvation and war. Therefore, this is a paradise for adventurers. , Also hell.

Anka was awakened in his sleep. The dark room was filled with the smell of sweat, blood and excrement. The small iron door was opened, and the sunlight only illuminates a small part of the door. Then, that Supervisor, the sound of a mixed-blood duck rang.

   "You lazy dogs, animals, get up soon!"

Following the friction of the iron chain Karakala, a row of dirty refugee-dressed guys slowly moved out of the narrow exit. Among them was Anka. He took advantage of the work of the supervisor to point people. Squinting to look at the sky, well, today is a sunny day!

Since the age of 12, Anka has come out of his home to ask for life and serve as a soldier. In ten years, he has been with a dozen bosses, the longest one month after month, and the shortest one has just killed the former boss, and he was taken before he was firmly seated. Other forces were wiped out, but people always have to eat well, so young soldiers like Anka were ignorant and kept working as cannon fodder soldiers until half a year ago, their base in the valley was raided by a group of white people. The boss hugged the girl before he got up and got on the plane. After being covered by a wave of rockets from the opponent, these cannon fodder soldiers chose to surrender. In their opinion, it was just a new boss, but The last thing waiting for them was months of hard labor.

  After receiving the digging tools from the supervisor, these black corns walked down the deep mine pit. It was their task to mine uranium for the new boss.

   "My lord! The progress this month is behind again!"

  In a temporary bunker not far from the mine, the small Baron Straker put down his instrument in doubt.

"Why?"

"Our convoys for arresting workers often encounter attacks. Those mercenaries were wiped out without even knowing who the enemy was, and all those who were caught ran away! Now there is no manpower to supplement the mine. Most of the prisoners of war are dead!"

"Damn! There are still people who are giving me trouble in this shabby place in Africa?" Strak didn't expect that there would be a local snake bullying his strong dragon. Before, he brought his little brother to Africa and killed several warlords in one fell swoop, and accepted them. The site plans to open a second mine. After all, the base camp has already put up a sign that Straker and dogs are not allowed. The giant also transformed their castle into a tourist attraction, free for the elderly and children, and five yuan for adults.

In the determination of the gentleman to take revenge and not too late for twenty years, Straker is determined to start over in Africa. He threw many of his good things to the Hydra of other factions, and then exchanged a lot of funds and personnel as well as Weapon and ammunition.

What surprised him most was that he also found a uranium mine near his temporary camp. After losing the energy source of the Cosmos Rubik’s Cube, the energy battery used by his Hydra Commando was one piece less, and because Most of the high-energy battery market is monopolized in the hands of oligarchs and major powers, and large-scale purchases will also attract the attention of intelligence agencies. But now that he has uranium mines, he can use it to produce nuclear fusion batteries for his commandos.

  But now that the excavation progress is slowing down and the raw materials can’t keep up, there is no way to talk about his revenge plan.

   "There are..." The subordinates hesitated to speak.

"What else?"

   "Those mercenaries asked us to pay now. They killed and injured dozens of people, saying that we would do it with us without paying!"

"Negg of these shit!" Straker really made all the mercenaries into soap, but he has few hands now, and whites appear to plunder the black population. This picture is too strong, only let these black stalks themselves Come.

  "Give them! Tell their boss that the money is given to them. If you can't see anyone, I will let them mine for me!"

The black mercenaries who received the money left happily sitting on Toyota pickups and second-hand Hummers eliminated by the U.S. Army. This time they chose a larger tribe, less than 700 kilometers away from Strak’s base. Move quickly. It can be done in one day and one night.

Just as the mercenary boss thought, the black sichuan mercenaries with all the beautiful weapons easily took down the tribe of more than 1,000 people. After selecting hundreds of suitable laborers, the mercenaries stepped forward without stopping. On the way back, but this time, they didn't realize that they had a few new friends on their heads.

   "That's them?" King Techaka, wearing a black leopard suit, looked at the convoy projected by the rosary beads.

   "Yes, Your Majesty!" the bald female guard who flew the plane replied.

"Father, what are we waiting for?" On the side of the projected map stood a sturdy young man, except that he was not wearing a leopard suit like Tchaka, but an ordinary Wakanda infantry guard. First.

"Techara, we have to be patient!" Techaka explained to his son carefully, "These soldiers are certainly hateful, but the most important thing is to find the man behind them! Only by cutting off their brains can they Stop them from continuing to persecute our compatriots!"

   "Yes, father! I understand!" Te Chala nodded, and then continued to organize his equipment.

  Tchaka nodded in satisfaction, this is the qualified heir to Wakanda.

   "Okye, keep an eye on them to see where their destination is!"

  (End of this chapter)