Chapter 203

The vast Africa has been a hunting ground for white skin for hundreds of years. Ignorant black millet was tied to the ship by slave hunters and their own people in exchange for some glass beads and small pieces. Then they sent these black millet to Europa and americana on the other side of the ocean, creating cost value for white skin and leaving a lot of trouble.

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

In Africa, this land seems to be full of wilderness and backwardness, but it is a treasure house to be excavated. There are many kinds of proven mineral resources and large reserves in Africa. Rich oil and natural gas reserves; The reserves of iron, manganese, chromium, cobalt, nickel, vanadium, copper, lead, zinc, tin and phosphate are large; Gold and diamond have long been famous; Uranium veins have been discovered one after another, and the reserves of many minerals are in the forefront of the world.

There is also oil. The proven oil in Africa accounts for 12% of the world's total oil. When the oil in other regions is monopolized by major companies and OPEC, the erratic oil of these owners is valuable.

Normally, with sufficient resources, a region will develop very rapidly, but Africa is not. Every year, countless people in this land will die because of disease, hunger and war. Therefore, this is both a paradise and a hell for adventurers.

Anka was awakened in her sleep. The dark room was full of sweat, blood and excreta. The small iron door was opened, and the sun only lit up a little bit of the door. Then, the supervisor, a mixed race duck, sounded.

"You lazy dogs and animals, get up!"

With the friction of the iron chain, a row of dirty refugees slowly moved out of the narrow exit, including ANKA. Taking advantage of the supervisor's effort, he half narrowed his eyes and looked at the sky. Well, it's sunny today!

From the age of 12, Anka came out from home to make a living and fight as a soldier. In the past ten years, he has been with more than a dozen bosses. The longest one is a month or so, and the shortest one has just killed his former boss. He was destroyed by other forces before he could sit firmly. However, people always want to eat just right. Therefore, young soldiers like Anka were ignorant and have been cannon fodder soldiers until six months ago, The base they set up in the valley was raided by a group of white people. The boss hugged the girl and took a dirt plane to the sky before he got up. After they were covered by the other party with rockets, they chose to surrender. In their view, it was just a new boss, but what was waiting for them was months of hard work.

After receiving the excavation tools from the supervisor, these black millet walked down the deep pit. This is their task to mine uranium for the new boss.

"My Lord! This month's progress is behind again! "

In a temporary bunker not far from the mine, the little Baron Strack put down his instruments in doubt.

"Why?"

"Our convoy of workers is often attacked. The mercenaries are wiped out without even knowing who the enemy is, and the captured people run away! Now there is no manpower to supplement the mine. Most of the former prisoners of war have died! "

"Damn it! Is there anyone else giving me trouble in this broken place in Africa? " Strack didn't expect to be bullied by a local snake. Before, he took his little brother to Africa and killed several warlords at one go. After accepting their territory, he planned to open a second mine. After all, Strack and dogs are not allowed in the base camp. The giant God also transformed their castle into a tourist attraction. The old people and children are free and adults are five yuan.

In line with the determination of a gentleman to revenge and not too late for 20 years, Strack decided to start over in Africa. He threw many good things to the Hydras of other factions, and then exchanged a lot of funds, personnel, weapons and ammunition.

What surprised him most was that he also found uranium ore near his temporary camp. After losing the energy source of the cosmic magic cube, the energy battery used by his Hydra commando was one less. Because the high-energy battery market was mostly monopolized by oligarchs and big countries, large-scale procurement would also attract the attention of intelligence agencies, but now there is uranium ore, He can use it to produce nuclear fusion batteries for his commandos.

But now the excavation progress slows down and the raw materials can't keep up, so his revenge plan is out of the question.

"And..." my men stopped talking.

"What else?"

"Those mercenaries asked us to pay now. They killed and injured dozens of people and said we would do it with us if we didn't pay!"

"These shit niggers!" Strack really wants to make all those mercenaries into soap, but he doesn't have many hands now, and the white people appear to plunder the black population. This picture is too strong, so he can only let these black millet come by themselves.

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

The black mercenaries who received the money left happily in Toyota pickup trucks and second-hand Hummers eliminated by the U.S. military. This time, they chose a relatively large tribe, which is less than 700 kilometers away from Strack's base. They can do it quickly day and night.

Just as the mercenary boss thought, the black millet mercenaries of all American equipment easily took the tribe of more than 1000 people, and after selecting hundreds of suitable workers, the mercenaries nonstop embarked on the road of return, but this time, they didn't find that they had several new friends on their heads.

"Is that them?" King techaka, dressed in a black panther suit, looked at the motorcade projected by rosary beads.

"Yes, your majesty!" The bald female guard who flew the plane reported back.

"Father, what are we waiting for?" On one side of the projection map stood a tough young man, but he didn't wear a leopard suit like techaka, but ordinary wakanda infantry armor.

"Tchara, we need to be patient!" Techaka carefully explained to his son, "these soldiers are hateful, but it is most important to find the man behind them! Only by cutting off their brains can we stop them from persecuting our compatriots! "

"Yes, father! I see! " Tchala nodded and continued to tidy up her equipment.

Techaka nodded with satisfaction, which is the qualified successor of wakanda.

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