<h4>Chapter 930: Chapter 815: It’s a Small World (Please Subscribe!)</h4><h4></h4>


    If before, the car’s panoramic camera,


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    and the clear wireless call quality,


    were rted to the advanced vehicle-mounted equipment, then the data transmission that was happening now definitely involved a satellite. The world is now in the 2G era, and it would be nearly impossible for these data to travel over the operator’s dataworks.


    Especially in this African country.


    However, Chu Sheng did not believe that thepany had bought a satellite. Even if their boss was rich and bold, it was unlikely that he would buy one just for this—that really would have been an extravagant waste of money. It must have been rented, no question about it.


    Satellite leasing market.


    Not something ordinary people woulde into contact with.


    But Chu Sheng had heard of it. After all, abroad satellites may seem high-end, but they are still produced by private enterprises and procured by governments. Therefore, a satellite leasing market has also emerged.


    Apart from the ’low-level application’ such as satellite phones,


    many intelligence organizations, powers, and even countries without satellites would rent satellite resources to facilitate emergency data transfer during peacetime, satisfying the data transfer needs that satellite phones could not meet.


    Sometimes a single satellite is rented by dozens of users.


    It’s not umon.


    As for whether it’s a synchronous satellite or an orbital satellite, a militarymunication satellite or amercialmunication satellite, or even a civilian one, he had no idea. But it was more likely to be military considering the ’temperament’ of this vehicle.


    .....


    The convoy continued on the road.


    The journey that followed really opened Chu Sheng and his colleagues’ eyes.


    They also realized just how chaotic this country was. They had thought they would only encounter one group with ill intentions, but the reality was that along the way, any group that considered itself capable was eager to try their luck.


    Bulmer had warned them several times and had grown tired of it.


    In the end, he simply dispatched a vehicle to trail at the very back, reasoning that as long as these guys didn’t make trouble during the mission, it was fine.


    Such a work attitude.


    He Liang also understood.


    These guys were like the hyenas of the African Savannah, tracing behind prey seen as a potential target, waiting for an opportunity to strike. You chase them away and theye right back—it’s truly bothersome.


    "Captain, these guys really have persistence," Chu Sheng said disdainfully.


    He Liang, unaffected, looked out at the passing tropical scenery and dpidated viges and said indifferently, "Let them follow. It’s no big deal. As long as they don’t make a move before we reach the mining field, it’s fine."


    At the mining field,


    even if these people wanted to enter, they would need the consent of the local tribes or forces.


    Chu Sheng didn’t continue toin.


    He just drove quietly.


    As evening approached,


    the convoy still hadn’t reached its destination, primarily due to road conditions. The roads were asphalt, but in disrepair, riddled with potholes patched up with soil and gravel; driving too fast could literally send you flying.


    The convoy did not stop to rest.


    They nned to drive through the night to reach the ce.


    After another hour or so,


    the asphalt road was no longer in sight,


    it had turned into a dirt road.


    And that wasn’t even the worst part. The worst part was that the sky had started to unleash a torrential downpour, a deluge pouring down with rolling thunder, reducing visibility to less than fifty meters.


    "Crack... Boom..."


    After the lightning,


    came thunder that boomed for a full minute.


    In such a scenario, even Chu Sheng, who had always worked domestically, had never heard such a thing. Ordinary thundersted only a few seconds, maybe a dozen or so, but this minute-long reverberation was like the end of the world, making one’s heart pound uncontrobly.


    The convoy didn’t stop.


    It was just rain.


    This ce was a in, with no risk ofndslides, mudslides, or floods; they didn’t need to worry about natural disasters, just whether they would get stuck in the mud, which was the least of their concerns.


    Military trucks.


    Wheeled troop transport vehicles.


    And so many military Humvees and high-power diesel pickup trucks; even if a tank got stuck, they could pull it out together—no problem at all. The rain looked like it would continue tillte into the night.


    At that moment,


    the drivers were switched.


    Chu Sheng had drifted off to sleep, somewhat groggily,


    but he had not slept long when,


    suddenly,


    a sharp brake


    jolted Chu Sheng awake.


    "What’s going on? What happened?" Chu Sheng said, startled awake, his hand instinctively moving to his waist, only calming down when he felt the cold metal there. In a foreignnd, only the piece of steel in his hand could give him a sense of security.


    "All vehicles, turn on your side high beams; Car 6, turn on your rear high beams too. Install the infrared scopes and lower a third of the windows for vignce,"


    He Liang’s voice rose within all the vehicles of the Security Company.


    All the vehicles hurried to turn on their lights.


    The vehicles of the Security Company had been fitted with side and rear lights for night vignce.


    At hismand,


    both sides of the convoy were lit up by dozens of high-power high beams as if it were daylight, but the visibility remained limited due to the heavy rain. The windows of the Security Company’s vehicles were lowered halfway, their gun barrels pointing outwards.


    Despite the downpour,


    the effect on the infrared scopes wasn’t significant.


    Their visual range was far greater than that of the naked eye.


    "What’s wrong, Captain?" Chu Sheng asked, bewildered.


    He Liang gestured ahead with his mouth: "A high-powered light source has appeared ahead. We can’t determine what or who it is due to the distance. Let’s go take a look. Xiao Yun, move forward."


    Late at night.


    In the wilderness.


    A suspicious light source appeared.


    Bulmer, timid by nature, dared not approach, so he had to go himself. During the day, Bulmer’s identity as an African police officer was quite useful, but at night, especially in such ces, he had to be cautious.


    They received the order.


    The security guard named Xiao Yun drove forward.


    After more than a hundred meters.


    The rain was too heavy, and the convoy behind them, even the lights, had blurred into one, with only a strong source of light visible.


    But the scene ahead was bing clear.


    Seeing the scene in front of him,


    He Liang was slightly stunned.


    Not only him, but the others in the vehicle were also dumbfounded.


    "Captain, is that... our country’s peacekeeping troops?" Chu Sheng looked at the white vehicles ahead, and the national g on them, somewhat in disbelief. Late at night, they encountered theirpatriots from the African savannah, mired in mud.


    Because they were far away.


    The spotlight from the other side was also aimed at them.


    So they could only make out these details and couldn’t see the people clearly, but it should be unmistakable.


    "I remember now, I saw a piece of information provided by thepany before, that a United Nations peacekeeping force is stationed near this mining field. It’s just not clear which country’s force it is, nor the number.


    I didn’t expect our country’s forces to be here, our mine’s location is somewhat special, situated at the junction between Bei Ji Province and Nan Ji Province, not far from Rwanda, which is not a very peaceful ce."


    He Liang also recalled the previous introductions about the geography and culture around the mining area.


    Indeed, this information was there.


    "Xiao Yun, drive forward."


    "Yes."


    The vehicle started moving again.


    Soon.


    They were only about thirty meters away from the white vehicle.


    "STOP," a loud shout came from the other side.


    English.


    The international lingua franca.


    Even in the French-speaking region, no one would misunderstand this word.


    He Liang immediately told the driver to stop.


    At this distance, he could already make out the faces across from him, Asians, looking at their blue hats and the domestically made weapons in their hands, He Liang felt a sense of familiarity, although the guns were pointed at him.


    "You guys stay in the car, I’ll go and negotiate," He Liang unfastened his seatbelt.


    He ced his weapon inside the vehicle.


    Donned a raincoat.


    And got out of the car.


    As soon as He Liang got out,


    The other side also recognized that He Liang was not African.


    At that moment, He Liang raised his hands.


    "Hello, I’m from Huaxia, working here at the mine, may Ie over?" He Liang called out loudly.


    His throat was a bit sore from shouting, but there was no helping it; the rain was too loud.


    Hearing Chinese,


    The other side still didn’t let their guard down.


    Because that is discipline.


    "Okay, youe over by yourself," the other side agreed.


    He Liang trudged through the mud toward them, without lowering his hands.


    As he got close to the vehicle,


    He Liang could see clearly the faces opposite him.


    But in an instant, his expression went from friendly to astonished, and finally to delighted. The reaction from the leader opposite was the same, changing from vignce to surprise, then to joy.


    "Old Liang?"


    "Damn, bro, what the hell, how did you end up here?" He Liang lowered his hands and hurried forward, his face full of excitement.


    The two embraced each other tightly.


    It took a while before they separated.


    Hearing the two knew each other,


    The rest lowered their weapons.


    Old Iron.


    His real name Fang Tie.


    He Liang’s fellow soldier, bunkmates from when they were fresh recruits, they were as solid as iron, but different people have different opportunities, He Liang had always followed the ’vanguard’ path, specializing in special operations.


    As for Fang Tie, more educated, heter embarked on the ’management’ path.


    Before leaving the service,


    He Liang was a fourth-level nonmissioned officer.


    While Fang Tie had be a Major, and now He Liang saw, good lord, he had be a Lieutenant Colonel.


    After he retired from the military,


    Everyone was busy with work.


    The chances to meet were limited. When theyst met at the end of the previous year, Fang Tie was still apanymander in the domestic military, but in just a few months, Fang Tie had arrived in Congo Gold, to encounter him in such a ce.


    He Liang could only say the world was really too small.