Hou Dasheng was very strange. According to the saying, if there was really something in Africa, it should be the other members of the jackal who went with him. But this was obviously not the jackal who was involved in his personal affairs.

And the giant wolf also explained that it was a good thing. What was the good thing?! Hou Dasheng himself couldn't figure it out. But since the giant wolf said it, Hou Dasheng naturally would not doubt it. With doubts, Hou Dasheng left Fei Dog and his group.

He took the plane early in the morning and rushed to Africa. The giant wolf did not arrange a service provider for Hou Dasheng. Hou Dasheng is now using his identity certificate in France. He bought a plane ticket very simply and then took the fastest flight Hou Dasheng left France. He slept on the plane for a long time. When Hou Dasheng woke up again, he was already at Lusaka International Airport in Zambia.

The Lusaka International Airport in Zambia is a small small African country airport. Here you can only see 10 procedures, poor two boarding gates and two luggage conveyor belts.

This is just a small African country, and Hou Dasheng is not picky about it. He took his luggage back from his luggage and walked out of this seemingly shabby small airport. At the passenger exit, the giant wolf was waiting for him on an off-road vehicle with a cigar in his mouth and smiled.

"Okay, boss. Can you tell me now what a good thing is?!" Hou Dasheng threw his luggage into the back seat of the car, and sat directly in the passenger seat, snatching the cigar from the giant wolf's mouth with a smile: "Fake! 100% Zimbabwean cigar! Good guy, where did you make this fun thing?!"

Hou Dasheng held the cigar in his mouth and began to search the giant wolf's body without saying a word. However, the giant wolf suddenly bounced off: "Go away~ go away! Damn it, I don't like men touching me. I'll find this cigarette for you again when I look back, just this one now. Save some smoking!"

It’s no wonder that Hou was so excited at the grand event. Most people in the world only know Cuban cigars and Brazilian tobacco. But many people don’t know that the true best tobacco is actually produced in Zimbabwe on the African continent!

Zimbabwe is located in southern Africa and has a tropical savanna climate, with sufficient sunshine, high temperatures and a large temperature difference between day and night, with annual precipitation reaching 600~800 mm, and nearly 60% are concentrated in the tobacco leaf growth season.

Not only that, Zimbabwe's sandy soil is also particularly suitable for the cultivation of tobacco leaf crops. It was once hailed by the media as the world's "golden tobacco field". Because the tobacco produced in the country is soft and golden in color, it is also known as "golden tobacco leaves". It is the main raw material widely used in high-end cigarettes.

Good quality means extremely high prices. Even high-end European and American cigarettes can only be mixed with Zimbabwean tobacco in proportion, and no manufacturer is willing to use it 100%. Therefore, the Zimbabwean cigar in the hands of the giant wolf seems extremely precious.

After laughing and making a fuss, Hou Dasheng left the airport with Giant Wolf with a cigar. Hou Dasheng did not ask what happened to Giant Wolf again. Since Giant Wolf refused to say that, he would not ask more questions.

Anyway, everyone has arrived, and Giant Wolf will definitely tell him when he should say it. So he didn't ask too much along the way, just talked about the two guys, Crane and Danny, who dared not go home when they returned to France.

"Actually, Fat Dog really wants to go to New York. But he can't go there for the time being." But he saw the giant wolf smiling bitterly: "The snow fox knows us too deeply. He knows that Fat Dog loves to go to New York. New York is Cia's territory again. If the fat Dog goes there..."

The danger factor is very high. Hou Dasheng knew this, and the fat dog knew it too. So he followed Hou Dasheng and the others to France. The car took a turn outside the airport, and soon followed the road into Lusaka, the capital of Zambia.

Lusaka was built in 1905 and rose to prominence with the laying of railways. It was the capital of the Northern Rhodesia colony since 1955. After Zambia became independent in 1964, it was established as the capital.

Lusaka is actually a very good city on the African continent. At least Hou Dasheng has not seen any traces of war here. Although it is not comparable to large cities such as Paris and Marseille, it also has its own characteristics.

That was the green plants everywhere. The car quickly drove into the bustling area of ​​the city, including Qikuakua Amphitheater, Zambia University, Murongush Building, and the National Assembly Building... Hou Dasheng looked at it and felt that this country was pretty good.

The car quickly drove to InterContinental Hotel Lusaka, which is a five-star hotel. As a tourist city, the hotel in Lusaka is still very good. At least Hou Dasheng saw a qualified waiter here.

I know to help you open the car door and get your luggage. Hou Dasheng smiled and tipped the waiter, refusing his behavior of helping with the luggage. He took his luggage and entered the hotel with the giant wolf.

After opening the room and entering, the giant wolf said to Hou Dasheng: "My man, don't be excited. Listen to me to tell me something."

Hou Dasheng sat upright and looked at the giant wolf waiting for his next sentence. The giant wolf opened a bottle of mineral water in the room, took a sip before looking at Hou Dasheng and whispered: "We met the construction team before you in Lusaka."

Construction team?! Hou Dasheng was confused at first, then suddenly realized that it was Deng Laoba and the others. For a moment, Hou Dasheng couldn't help but feel dazed. Yes, how long has it been?! It was only over a year, and he actually forgot that he was just a chef on a construction site where he came to work in Africa.

"I actually met again. It's such a magical thing..." Hou Dasheng was in a daze for a while and couldn't help but smile, "Then what?! Just this matter, maybe you won't call me here, right?! Do I want to reminisce about the past with them?! What are you saying..."

Hou Dasheng smiled wryly and said, "Do I want to tell them that after I killed someone, I ran away and became a mercenary. Now I have killed people and set fire to earn blood and earned a lot of money. Now I am a Frenchman. Do I want to say that?!"

The giant wolf looked at Hou Dasheng and couldn't help but sigh. But he saw him stand up, patted Hou Dasheng on the shoulder and said softly: "Cook, come with me to their construction site first. When you get there, you can ask him what happened."

Hou Dasheng looked at the giant wolf in confusion, but did not object. Just as he was reminiscing at that time, what could Deng Laoba do to himself, a foreman?! Don’t talk about his skills now, crushing him to death is like crushing a bed bug.

Even in the past, Deng Laoba gave in to Hou Dasheng. Nothing else, Hou Dasheng was so famous in the village. Almost everyone in the village knew that Hou Dasheng was a man who could fight. He dared to fight against wild boars when he ran on the mountain. Who dared to mess with wild boars?

In the car, Hou Dasheng and Julang left the city. It was only a dozen minutes' drive away. Hou Dasheng and Julang quickly entered a construction site under construction. From the beginning of entering the construction site, Hou Dasheng heard the familiar Mandarin with all his ears.

For a moment, Hou Dasheng was filled with emotion. How long has it been? This was the second time he heard Mandarin with a hometown accent after becoming a mercenary. Although Fat Dog occasionally speaks Mandarin, most of the time he communicates with Hou Dasheng in English.

This is respect for other members of the jackal. You may just communicate with your own people in languages ​​that others don’t understand to show closeness. But in many cases, this reflects a sense of small group and a disrespect for others present.

Therefore, even though it was strange for two Chinese to communicate in English, Fat Gou and Hou Dasheng both chose to communicate in English and gave up communicating in Mandarin.

"Squeak~!" With a sound, the car stopped in front of a simple room on the construction site. As soon as he got off the car, Hou Dasheng saw a very familiar figure. The man was a little hunched, and he was holding a handful of drawings in his hand with a yellow safety helmet.

Hou Dasheng's lips shook, and he suddenly shouted in the local accent that he had not spoken for a long time: "Deng Laoba!!"

Suddenly, the figure shook for a moment. He turned around tremblingly. When the man saw that it was Hou Dasheng, his body shook like a sieve: "Cook! Cook!! You turtle! Where did you die?!"

But when Deng Laoba saw that he threw away the drawings, rushed over and hugged Hou Dasheng. Hou Dasheng was also very excited, and the two big men hugged him hard on the construction site.

After a while, Deng Laoba let go of Hou Dasheng excitedly: "That's great! Great! It's good that you're fine! Otherwise, I'm really shameless to go home. After more than a year, I don't dare to go back. Uncle can beat me to death..."

As he said that, Deng Laoba actually began to wipe the corners of his eyes. Hou Dasheng's eyes were also wet for a while. For more than a year, it didn't seem long. But for Hou Dasheng, it seemed that it had been so long for centuries.

Yes, in just under two years, he went from a poor third-rate chef who cooked on a construction site to a bloody mercenary who killed people without blinking. He changed from a simple country child to a man who had experienced vicissitudes of life and death.

In the past, he had traveled the farthest to Africa except for the provincial capital. But now he has traveled all over the five continents and four oceans, from the jungles of South America to the grasslands of Africa, from cities in Southeast Asia, to world-class metropolis such as Paris and New York.

"Yes! I'm not dead, you're fine." Hou Dasheng smiled reluctantly and said, "But I won't go this time, at least I can't go back for the time being..."

Upon hearing this, Deng Laoba couldn't help but look at Hou Dasheng in confusion and said, "Why can't you go back?"

"Didn't you ask this knowingly?" Hou Dasheng frowned and said, "Didn't I fuck the boy from that tribe to death?! I killed someone, how can I go back?!"
Chapter completed!