Today, Jiang Fei specially made a set of oriental ninja suits. This was the last time the guys from the Yamada group attacked the Three Heroes of the Northeast. Jiang Fei seized something quite good, such as this set, which they used to replace and no one walked through.

Jiang Fei would not be so stupid as to wear clothes worn by the Americans. After all, those Americans were either killed by him with guns or killed by him with swords. How could he wear such rotten clothes?

However, Abramovich was a little troublesome. He was a tall man, and no matter how tall the Orientals were, they could not reach his height. Moreover, it is said that when the Oriental Ninja selection, they could not exceed 1.6 meters tall. This was done to reduce the range of attacks he was attacked. It seemed that even Jiang Fei's height was a bit standard.

"Abra, you said you also have small teams in Africa. Why don't we just take those teams and sweep the Yamada team's territory in Africa." Jiang Fei asked with a smile.

Abramovich shook his head and said, "Those teams have accepted mercenary missions and are responsible for protecting local mine owners. They cannot be transferred privately, but I can take my team over and ask them to provide support."

"Then the relationship is good. Let's blow up a few of their gold mines first, and then go to the Tumou and Tumou every day, so that they can't stand selling those gold mines themselves, so that I can buy a few more gold mines."

Jiang Fei seems to like this kind of life a little bit, unlike in China, where he is restricted everywhere. In this outside world, he is just a fearless existence.

In Jiang Fei's eyes, the gold mine of the Eastern people will be his sooner or later. Annan jewelry will definitely be famous all over the world in the future.

Jiang Fei and Abra led his team to Africa. Several people took a plane to arrive at the richest country in Africa, the African country.

"Abra, I heard that the crime rate in the African country is very high, and the case-solving rate is less than 10%. When you go out at night, you don't add a group of people to go out. Isn't it true?"

Jiang Fei only heard of these things, and had never been there, nor did he know whether it was true or not, so he asked Abramovich curiously.

"It's almost the same. There are poorer and not so many jobs, so there are so many criminals. Moreover, police in a country dare not go out at night. Their favorite people are outsiders, because the people outside are richer, and the African country is better. After all, it is the richest country in Africa. There are many gold mines and more people rushing gold."

Abramovich explained: "But be careful, those people are crazy and can do everything. I have seen two people shooting for a loaf of bread."

Jiang Fei smacked his tongue. This was too exciting. It would be better to pay attention to it. Don’t be forced to hand over the money when he goes there, like he is chasing a rabbit.

As the voyage ended, after everyone got off the plane, they drove a jeep toward the branch of their residence in the near-trip.

He galloped all the way, and there was sand everywhere in this desert. Jiang Fei felt that after living here for a long time, people would probably turn into sand.

When we came to Africa, the conditions were not as good as in St. Petersburg. There were old-fashioned jeeps, off-road vehicles, pickups, etc. It’s not that they couldn’t afford luxury cars, but the key was that the luxury cars were too conspicuous. They couldn’t stand the two of them being robbed for three days. Even the mercenary group could not withstand the harassment of those poor and crazy people, so they could only use some broken cars in a low-key manner.

However, although the car was broken, the machine guns on the car were real. Several Hummers and armored vehicles were also the most powerful equipment to deter and kill the enemy.

"Hahaha, Abra, you finally came to see me. Are you here to pick me up? I've really stayed in this place."

As soon as I arrived at their branch in Africa, a few people walked out of the base, and they were still so tall and burly. I felt that the people in this black hand mercenary group were so tall and big.

This guy has a little thin face. I don’t know if he was dehydrated in the African country or because it was like this. His eyes were shining and a faint smile was hanging on the corners of his mouth.

"Volkov, you're thinking too much. I'm just coming to the African country to carry out missions. You can stay here." Abramovich patted his shoulder and smiled and said, "I'll introduce you to my dear friend, Jiang Fei, this is my good brother and another deputy leader of our Iron Blood Mercenary Group. Volkov, you can call him Crazy Wolf!"

"Jiang, I heard from the leader of the group talk about you, you are very strong." Volkov smiled and said, "Since you are here, let's have a drink. The wine here is not easy to get, and today you are cheap."

A group of people from a small team entered the base, and they really found a bargain. The buildings were made temporarily, and the tables and chairs were all built by them. Compared with the headquarters in St. Petersburg, it was one in the sky and one in the underground.

"Can canned beef, canned pork, canned fruit, eat whatever you want!" Volkov took out a lot of canned food and threw it on the table. He picked up one of them himself, pinched it with his right hand, and with a bang, the lid on it exploded, and he picked up a small spoon and started digging.

"This is the vodka I brought from Russia, but there are not many more, so cherish it." Volkov took out the wine bottle and put it on the table.

These supplies are purchased in batches. Because the weather is hot and the transportation here is inconvenient, they go shopping once a month or ship them from Russia. Canned wine is naturally the best thing to keep. Other cooked lettuce and other things can only be eaten once every three days.

"Volkov, your food is too shabby. Fortunately, I am smart. I brought supplies from Russia. Brothers, take out the things to our deputy commander to see."

At the command of Abramovich, his subordinates behind him were transporting supplies, especially Russian vodka and other fine wines, but they hooked up all the mercenaries' wine bugs in it.

You should know that the more you drink wine, the less you drink. By the end of the month, you will almost drink it all, and only the senior management can enjoy the rest. Volkov drinks it little by little, and he cannot save enough of drinking at one time.

"Haha, good brothers, I like it, brothers, drink it well today, and don't go home without getting drunk!" Volkov's eyes widened when he saw so many fine wines. A group of mercenaries surrounded him and put the can of wine, blew at the bottles.

"Abra, aren't you afraid of being attacked by the enemy when you drink like this?"
Chapter completed!