Li Du could still hear the sorrowful roars and cries of despair coming from the market behind him.
He sat in the car with a gloomy face, feeling upset about his trip to Africa.
He was too naive and underestimated the chaos in Africa. He was also too arrogant to think that with the help of the little bug, he could easily find the precious gemstones underground.
Diamonds were different from other gemstones. This was a blood stone.
He remembered the warning he had read when he first started researching diamonds: In Africa, to live a long life, stay away from diamonds.
It was useless to be upset now. He had to figure out the current situation and find a way to protect himself and the people around him.
After driving out of the market, the convoy took a turn and headed west. Li Du estimated the direction and realized that they were heading towards Cecil.
The Golden Grass Tribe's territory was at the border between Cecil, South Africa, and Mozambique. South Africa was in the south, and Cecil was in the west.
He was puzzled. Could this armed force be from Cecil?
But as far as he knew, although Cecil had recently suffered from famine and a virus, its political power should be very stable. At the very least, it was better than Mozambique's. He hadn't heard of any warlords within its borders.
The bald black man sat in the passenger seat with a gloomy expression on his face. He did not speak, and Li Du and the others did not speak either. The atmosphere in the car was depressing.
After driving for more than ten minutes, the bald black man finally opened his mouth and said coldly, "Hand over all your weapons."
Li Du pretended not to hear and held the grenade tightly.
The bald black man kicked the passenger seat hard, turned around and roared, "I said hand over the weapon!"
Li Du said calmly, "No, not unless I die."
Previously, he had been considering his situation, and the conclusion he came to was not very pessimistic. The other party addressed him as a VIP and directly mentioned his identity as a diamond merchant.
From this point of view, they would not harm him, and should have something to ask of him.
According to his analysis, the biggest possibility was that the warlord that this military force belonged to might also have diamonds in their hands. Their purpose of contacting him was similar to Remonin's, which was to deal with the diamonds.
If that was the case, he would be safe.
As long as he had value, as long as he could create benefits for the other party, then his safety would not be a problem.
The bald black man angrily pulled out a pistol and pointed it at him. The muzzle of the pistol was raised, but Brother Wolf reacted quickly and blocked the muzzle with a grenade.
The black man went crazy and shouted, "F * ck, f * ck, f * ck! You fucking bitches! You bastards! Throw away your weapons! Otherwise, we will die together! Let's die together! "
Li Du said firmly, "Then …"
"Idiot! You damn idiots! "The bald black man roared madly," Do you think we can bring weapons to see the commander? How stupid! F * ck, you're so stupid! If you want to live, throw away the grenade! Otherwise, it would sound the alarm! Let's die together! "
Brother Wolf gave Li Du a look. Li Du understood what he meant. He also believed what the black man said.
No matter who was waiting for him, they would definitely not allow him to bring a grenade into their territory, let alone meet him with a grenade.
If he stubbornly refused to give up on the grenade, the other party might really perish together with him.
He had no choice but to lower his head.
Li Du slowly handed the grenade to the bald man and said, "Alright, don't get too worked up. We won't die. We should continue to live!"
Brother Wolf also handed over the grenades. The bald man wanted them to take out all of them, but Li Du indicated that he had nothing on him.
The black man did not believe him, but he did not insist. He said coldly, "Anyway, they will search us. It's better not to ask for trouble!"
In less than half an hour, the pickup truck arrived at a place with a stone tablet. Li Du knew that they had reached the border. This was the border that Cecil and Mozambique had set up. The two countries used the stone tablet to distinguish their borders.
What surprised him was that they were now in Mozambique's territory. There was a small military camp here, and there were sentries standing at the entrance of the camp. However, the soldiers did not see the approaching car.
The convoy brought up a cloud of dust and drove into Cecil's territory. Just like that, Mr. Li went abroad again.
Brother Wolf whispered in his ear, "It's not far from Remonin's military camp, at most twenty kilometers northwest."
Li Du nodded.
On Cecil's land, there was another military camp about a kilometer away from the border. This military camp was much larger and was surrounded by barbed wire. Inside, there were many sturdy buildings. The helicopter with the red shield painted on it was parked inside.
The convoy entered the military camp and stopped. The bald black man got out of the car, opened the door violently, and yelled, "Get out!"
Li Du shook his clothes and said coldly, "Be nice. I think I'm a distinguished guest of your commander, right?"
"F * ck you!" the bald black man said rudely. His attitude was rude and unreasonable.
After they got out of the car, someone immediately came to search them and took away all the ironware on them, including their belts.
As a precaution, Li Du released the little bug. No matter what, the little bug's presence made him feel more at ease.
Next to the entrance of the military camp was a field. In front of the field was a flagpole with three flags fluttering. One was Cecil's flag, one was a military flag, and the last one was a red shield with a cross of a gun and a broadsword.
The bald black man and a few guards brought Li Du to the entrance of a building in the middle of the military camp. An old black man with short white hair was waiting for them with a smile.
The old black man looked a little like the Hollywood superstar Morgan Freeman, but younger, perhaps in his sixties. He had a kind smile and a gentle expression.
He wasn't wearing a military uniform, but a casual suit that was tailored to further accentuate his demeanor.
When he saw Li Du, he immediately stretched out his hand and smiled. "Hello, are you Mr. Li from Harry Winston?"
"Yes, hello, and you are?" Li Du nodded and shook hands with him. There was a line of letters on the man's unfolded sleeve: Brioni.
Brioni, Brioni, the world's most famous luxury magazine, Robb-Report, last year's "best-of-the-best" award. Brioni ranked first in the "sports and casual wear category" of the top luxury brands.
The brands that could make it onto this list were the best of the best in the world. They were truly "the best of the best."
As far as Li Du knew, the clothes produced by this brand were almost all hand-made. Those who could wear them were not ordinary people, such as Russian President Putin, former United Nations Secretary-General Kofi Annan, veteran Best Actor Jalil Cooper, Al Pacino from "The Godfather," and other superstars.
The old black man smiled. "My name is Goodswain. Children like to call me Commander Good, or you can call me Good Commander. This sudden invitation may be a little sudden. I hope my people didn't scare you. They didn't scare you, right? "
He looked at the bald black man, and the latter's expression changed!
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