Chapter 199 Intensified Conflict

West Africa, mining area.

"Hurry up, all the cars go inside." The iron mesh gate in the past was wide open, and the cars delivering food were queuing up and heading towards the warehouse.

"Lamisang, thank you for your help." The monk grabbed each other's hand and said enthusiastically.

"We are all working for BOSS, and I like the little things you gave me." Lamisan patted his pocket.

It contained a small 10-gram block of compressed opium, enough to make him a fortune.

"Haha, we Chinese are very generous to our friends." The monk was very polite to the transportation director of the rubber plantation.

After all, the other party is from Harvey, and all the current food in the mining area must be transported through him.

"I brought a lot of women this time, and they will stay here during this time, and I will take them away next time." Lamisan pointed to the carriage not far away and smiled.

"Oh?" The monk poked his head curiously.

He has no love for black people, not discrimination, mainly because he can't appreciate the beauty of black people.

What about black pearls, let Lamisang enjoy it for himself!

He most hoped to meet Asians, and whites are also fine, at least he doesn't have to worry about finding her after turning off the lights.

"Where do they come from?"

"All over the world, don't worry, they are all clean, some are sold by family members, and there are women working on rubber plantations, great!"

Smiling at the winking Lamisang, the monk's eyes were attracted by a white man.

With soft facial features, a sweet smile, and tenderness in her eyes, it seems that no hardship can overwhelm her.

"Dude, you have a good vision. She is a mixed race with one-third Chinese descent. She is from Cape Town."

"It can be seen that she is educated, why?" The monk didn't understand.

"Her convoy was attacked by the natives. My people saved her, but Mr. Harvey forbids us to touch white people, so she is yours."

Lamisan said with some regret, if it wasn't for Harvey's order, he would not have given such a beauty to others.

Just when the monk was a little moved, two yellow dragons suddenly appeared in the distance, which were the dust raised by the speeding vehicles.

"Someone is coming, I can't see the number clearly, be on alert, be on alert!" The observer on the mountainside closed his binoculars and shouted.

"It seems that someone came here uninvited." Lamisang spread his hands with a strange smile.

He is a native of West Africa. He was selected by Harvey to be the driver of the transport team, and finally took the position of transport supervisor with his courage.

To him, fighting is as normal as eating.

"You don't need your people to take action." The monk smiled, and a large number of secret guards had already rushed out of the mining area.

On the mountainside, 30 Browning M1917s are ready to be erected and aligned to the front.

Whoever tries to storm the mines will have to pay a terrible price.

These heavy machine guns glowing in the sun can tear thousands of people apart and dye the earth scarlet.

"Don't move." Suddenly, a cold hardness hit the back of the monk's head.

The mixed-race woman who had attracted the attention of the two before was now holding a compact pistol and pressed it against the back of his head with killing intent.

"Damn it, it wasn't my idea." Lamisang said with an ugly expression.

"Relax, buddy, it's not a big deal." The monk spread his hands and turned slowly to look at her.

"Beautiful lady, what do you want?" The monk said with a smile, as if he couldn't see the muzzle between his eyebrows.

"Tell your people to go back to where they came from, and hand over Lake to me." Lilith said coldly.

"Where are you from? FBI, CIA, or USSS." The monk asked curiously.

"This has nothing to do with you." While the two were talking, dozens of cars were parked 200 miles away.

Well-trained soldiers jumped down from above and set up their machine guns to aim at the mining area and the mountainside.

"Woman, I seem to have more guns than you." The monk grinned, pointing at the surrounding men.

"But your life is in my hands, you can try who is faster.

Lilith turned on her toes and turned sideways to go behind the monk.

Just as she walked around to her side, the monk moved.

Boom!

The elbow of her right arm was pushed suddenly, and Lilith's waist was hit hard by the hammer, and she opened her mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood and flew 5 meters away.

"Fire." Summer growled.

Boom boom boom——

Fierce gunshots rang out, the bullet casings jumped and rolled down the mountain, and the car on the opposite side was instantly pierced into a sieve.

"FK, retreat, retreat..." Seeing the opponent's decisive action, the sergeant who thought the plan was foolproof ran back quickly.

As for the cars, this would have been torn to pieces by bullets.

The terrible impact penetrated the iron sheet, one by one the soldiers fell, and the others ran in the direction they came like frightened birds, even the weapons in their hands were still on the ground.

"Do you want to catch up?" Looking at the woman who was being stepped on by the monk's feet, Samode smiled cruelly while carrying the Chicago typewriter.

"No, make sure the ammunition is sufficient. Our purpose is not to kill people." Hearing what the monk said, Samo nodded and asked people to start cleaning the battlefield.

Those scrapped cars can be piled in front of the iron fence, and sandbags can be filled inside to form new obstacles.

Intact vehicles can be added to their team. As for the soldiers who are still alive, throw them into the mine for mining!

"Monk, this matter has nothing to do with me." Lamisang looked at the heavy machine gun hidden on the mountainside with lingering fear, and hurried forward to explain.

As Harvey mentioned earlier, these people are well-trained killing machines, and they are more elite than ordinary soldiers.

Lamisan originally thought it was a joke, but now it seems that Mr. Harvey's statement is too modest.

How many heavy machine guns are hidden on the sides of the mountains? Where did they get so many of these terrifying battlefield weapons?

Hell, maybe even the American garrison can't match their firepower, this must be a joke of God.

"Lamisang, don't be nervous, we are friends, I believe what you said." After sending away the thankful Lamisang.

The monk carried the panting woman beside him and strode towards the doctor's tent.

"Treat her, you two watch her, if she wants to mess around, break her hands and feet."

Smiling at Lilith who was still on the hospital bed, the monk left and found Bobby: "All the food sent, have someone try it first before eating it."

Be careful, there is no big mistake, here they can only rely on themselves, whether Harvey's attitude will change, the monk is not sure.

But he always remembered Li Zitao's explanation, "Don't give anyone 100% trust, even if he was willing to die for you."

"Monk, is the matter going to be too big?" Satsuma, who ordered his men to clean up the battlefield, came back and asked worriedly.

Those soldiers who died were all wearing American military uniforms. If this matter broke out, I am afraid that the boss will have a hard time!

"Do you think Morgan dares to expose this matter? American soldiers serve him privately. What do the people and Congress think?"

After following Li Zitao's side for several months, teaching by precepts and deeds, the monk is now clearer about these matters than Samode.

Even if they want to expose this matter, Morgan will find a way to suppress it. Some things can only be done in secret, but they must not be put on the table.