After obtaining some truth from Miao Huixiang's mouth, Wang Hanshuang finally understood some things, why his wife died tragically, and who he needed to take revenge on.

"Since you already know everything, would you like to join us?" Miao Huixiang sent an invitation to Wang Hanshuang, just like a rescuer, giving a rescue hand to a drowning person.

Miao Huixiang was full of confidence. He thought Wang Hanshuang would accept it with gratitude, but unexpectedly, it was exchanged for Wang Hanshuang's lukewarm mockery.

"Join? You can protect me if you fail to protect my wife?" Wang Hanshuang is not a fool. He is a veteran politician. He knows that many things are not as simple as enemies and friends on the surface.

He didn't know Miao Huixiang's real background and identity, nor did he know where the other party's camp belonged. If he fell into the quagmire, he would be doomed.

The enemy is a friend? Things in the world are not that simple, this is not arithmetic problem.

"I'm sorry, I'm not interested for the moment. If you need it, let's contact us again." Wang Hanshuang refused Miao Huixiang's invitation, stood up, and left the bar without looking back.

But Miao Huixiang was secretly angry: "Hmph, you don't know how to show off!"

When he walked out of the bar, Wang Hanshuang saw two guards moving a body, and his chest was punched into a sieve by an assault rifle. The blood was still fresh and flowing like water, dyeing the ground red.

Wang Hanshuang doesn't care about such idiots, so there is no need to investigate the cause. Death in the west of Nairobi is as frequent as using the toilet.

Outside the door, Wang Hanshuang had already left the noisy bar and was walking towards the classic car he had borrowed.

A black figure appeared in the front row of the car, which was the steering wheel position. From Wang Hanshuang's perspective, the shaking figure seemed to be trying to start these two worn-out GM cars.

Then in the dim light, Wang Hanshuang saw the man's face clearly, black man, short hair, pale face, thin skin, and about fifteen years old. It was obvious that the car thief was dressed as a car thief and almost printed the logo on his head.

"Hey. You bastard!" In desperation, Wang Hanshuang scolded his hometown dialect.

But it was too late, the car had started, and the unruly reactionary motive in the past was so tamed under the control of the car thief. Wang Hanshuang could even see the smug smile on the other person's face, which was the expression after the car thief succeeded.

Before he could get angry, Wang Hanshuang was shaken away by the heat wave.

The classic car exploded, not because of fire and overheating of the engine, it was a bomb murder!

With a distance of more than ten meters, Wang Hanshuang was still knocked away by rolling flames and shock waves. This power is definitely c4**. Wang Hanshuang has been targeted by someone and has become the target of murder. This is clear.

On the ground, Wang Hanshuang, who was shocked to death, fainted. Before fainting, the last consciousness left in his mind was: "Damn it. How should I explain to Old John."

Old John, an English-born white East African man, is a member of the High Commissioner's Office, and a friend Wang Hanshuang knows, borrowed the car from him.

With his eyelids opened, Wang Hanshuang found that he was in a simple house and was sore all over his body. Fortunately, after confirming, Wang Hanshuang did not find that he was missing his arms and legs. This was a gratifying thing.

Gradually, he began to remember the explosion last night, and the bright sunshine was stinging his eyes, pulling him back to reality from his memories.

"You are so lucky." A man's voice sounded in Wang Han's ears. It was pure Chinese. "A poor car thief has become your scapegoat. Now, everyone knows that you died of a bomb attack."

This is an assassination, and it is impossible to investigate publicly, or even an investigation is impossible.

Wang Hanshuang went to the west of the city secretly. The only person he knew was Old John, the old fried dough stick who knew how to keep his mouth shut. Neither the assassination party nor Miao Huixiang would investigate the explosion, and they would not even let someone inspect the corpse in the car.

"You are completely free now, no more identity, no more restraints."

Wang Hanshuang turned his face, saw a man's face, and asked in weak words: "Who are you and where am I?"

"These are two very simple questions, but there is no point in the present. What you should ask yourself, how to go in the future." Ma Changfu's face was cold, and even with a smile, there was a chill in his smile.

"It was your uncle who got rid of me and came to you." Ma Changfu explained. He is still a mercenary now, but he is no longer the drug dealer in Fujian Province in the past, but a soldier who is mixed in this turbulent land in Africa.

He is now an employee of the Magic Claw Company, and the person employed him is Wang Zhaoming, the politician who is willing to sell his reputation for the life and death of tens of millions of people, and Wang Hanshuang's uncle.

Wang Zhaoming had no children and regarded Wang Hanshuang as a parent-child. After the establishment of the Chinese Federation, Wang Zhaoming had already lived in seclusion, which gave Wang Hanshuang an opportunity to participate in politics.

Originally, as long as Wang Hanshuang continued to work hard in East Africa for three years, he could take advantage of the opportunity to return to China to report his work, but unexpectedly, this happened now.

"My uncle?" Wang Hanshuang suddenly became alert. His uncle's reputation was not good. It was easy to understand that the reputation of the lords has always been equated with the "traitor".

"Don't doubt it. If your uncle hadn't asked us to come, who would have known your identity and background." Ma Changfu was also a revolutionary before and had some friendship with Wang Zhaoming.

After learning about the death of his niece-in-law in China, a scheming politician like Wang Zhaoming immediately realized something, so he found a mercenary like Ma Changfu to protect Wang Hanshuang.

"How did you find me?" Wang Hanshuang couldn't support him and finally lay on the bed again. The explosion shock wave caused him to suffer considerable internal injuries.

"The Claw Company wants to find someone, but there is nothing that cannot be found yet. You should be glad that you were still alive when we found you." Ma Changfu held a military dagger and cut the apple.

However, after peeling it, he started eating it on his own, which made Wang Hanshuang wonder.

"Where is Miao Huixiang?" Even Wang Hanshuang himself didn't know why he talked about the man's name.

"Miao Huixiang? Humph. You are talking about Wu Zhiyou."

"Wu Zhiyou? Who is he?" Wang Hanshuang was confused by Ma Changfu's remarks.

"Miao Huixiang is a pseudonym. He is indeed from a Zhejiang business family, but he is not a businessman, but a spy from the revolutionary party. He and I are not on the same journey. I advise you, it is best to stay away from this person." Ma Changfu finished eating the apple and found a chair to sit down.

"Revolutionary Party!" A thunderous scene broke out in Wang Hanshuang's heart, glad that he did not agree to the other party's invitation at that time. Once he entered the door, he would be dead.

"How do you know so clearly?"

"I used to be a revolutionary party."

"What about now?"

"I'll stop doing it, I've changed my career and become a mercenary, national, national, and revolution. No righteousness can bind my freedom." Ma Changfu seemed to be making a declaration, declaring his own spiritual freedom.

"You are so chic." Wang Hanshuang didn't know whether he was envious or disdainful. He rarely encountered people like Ma Changfu who had no political stance before.

In this era, everyone is driven forward by different ideas, and even if they shed blood and sacrificed, it seems natural. However, after experiencing the pain of losing their wife, Wang Hanshuang began to reexamine his life and beliefs.

"Miao Huixiang. Oh no, what is Wu Zhiyou's purpose? Why should he hook up with my wife?" Wang Hanshuang used the word "hookup" here. After learning that his wife was not unfaithful, he felt relieved for a while, but he was soon overwhelmed by greater pain.

"What else can the revolutionary party do? In the past, he wanted to overthrow Yuan Shikai. Now he wanted to overthrow the Chinese Federation, which is nothing more than this. He acted as the leader of the country and was reluctant to leave the power he had lost." Ma Changfu smoked and said indifferently.

He seemed to have forgotten that he was also driven by this so-called revolutionary concept of saving the country, and he destroyed the original social order regardless of everything.

Jiang Ruiyuan was exiled to the United States, but he never forgot his dream of counterattacking and returning to China. However, even the American army could not defeat the Chinese Federation. His dream was just a delusion after all.

But there seem to be many people who insist on delusion.

Moreover, there are many people in China who are not satisfied with the status quo, hoping to welcome the "old emperor" back.

Zhejiang businessmen, Shanxi businessmen, various capital merchants who do not like the planned economic system, international financiers, Chinese underworld forces, and Buddhism that was severely suppressed by the Hualian government.

These people dare not compete with the Chinese army head-on, but they have a lot of thoughts behind the scenes, especially in foreign countries where the Chinese Federation cannot directly intervene, such as in East Africa.

Wu Zhiyou, whose pseudonym was Miao Huixiang, was rescued by the revolutionary soldiers. Of course, these words could not be said to Wang Hanshuang, so he was vague about this matter at the beginning, and was noticed by Wang Hanshuang, who had a keen sense of politics.

"Is the whole thing a conspiracy? The person who killed my wife was the revolutionary party?" Wang Hanshuang asked, his eyes dazed, not knowing whether he was asking him or asking for Ma Changfu's opinion.

"As far as I know, the Kenyan authorities are indeed the one who killed your wife. We have investigated this clearly." Ma Changfu answered Wang Hanshuang's question.

“Is there any evidence?”

But Ma Changfu burst into laughter: "Evidence? What kind of evidence can there be such a thing? Are you a judge or a lawyer?"

"Yes, after so many years of politics, Wang Hanshuang knows what the so-called judicial mechanism is. Many things are useless to tell evidence, and there is no need for evidence in such matters."

Ma Changfu's words reminded Wang Hanshuang that he was an Avenger, not a judge or lawyer to maintain judicial justice.

"What should I do now?"

"I have to ask yourself." Leave this sentence, Ma Changfu left the room.

Outside the door, you can see that this is a remote village. Wang Han lives in a two-story house with a civil structure and a square wall rammed with earth, with disgusting mud yellow.

"Captain, I'm afraid this place will be found soon." A team member stood beside Ma Changfu and reminded him: "We also saw another group of people at the explosion site."

"I know." Ma Changfu smoked expressionlessly. "Those are Kenyan soldiers who have been properly trained, and their expressions and weapons are equipped with. I feel sure they are members of the Kenyan Presidential Guard."

Even soldiers have different temperaments.

Ordinary soldiers only obey, which is the attitude of cannon fodder. The members of the Presidential Guard do have a mad and ruthless temperament, which is the domineering and domineering one that has been raised over the years.

Ma Changfu could see these at a glance, so he dared to confirm the other party's identity.

Wang Hanshuang thought he could hide it from others, but he didn't know that he could not confront an organization alone. Kenyan President Vasaro, this cruel butcher in East Africa, did not become president simply by relying on the funding of the Chinese Federation.

Even if an incompetent person is obedient, the Chinese Federation cannot support him. Just like China in the late Qing Dynasty and early Republic of China, there are many warlords. He followed the law of the jungle and the strong survived.

The same is true in East Africa, and every powerful country is looking for a suitable agent.

The Chinese diplomats who oppose the Kenyan authorities may be understood and defaulted even if something happens to an accident. This is politics.

Ma Changfu didn't know how many such dirty things he had seen before. He wouldn't think that the other party would be scruples because of Wang Hanshuang's diplomat status. Wang Hanshuang's status is not so high that people dare not take action.

After three days of rest, Wang Hanshuang's body gradually recovered during recuperation. Ma Changfu also began to implement his next plan and took Wang Hanshuang to see Gao Dongyun.

After learning about this, Wang Hanshuang said nothing. Although he knew that the other party was not the murderer who killed his wife, he was one of the key figures in killing his wife, so it was difficult for him to be optimistic.

They were riding an Armored Off-road Vehicle. In Africa, it was not uncommon for various armed vehicles equipped with light and heavy weapons. However, walking on the streets still attracted many people to watch.

This is how Ma Changfu brought Wang Hanshuang back to the center of Nairobi in a dignified manner. Not to mention that the Kenyan President did not know that Wang Hanshuang was still alive, even if he knew, he would not dare to open fire on a Chinese armed group in the city.

Once that is done, it means war, and a huge empire.

The place where Wang Hanshuang and the others were going was the headquarters of Qingzhu Pharmaceutical Group's East Africa branch, where Gao Dongyun was waiting for their arrival.

There was no warm welcome ceremony, no greetings, only one secretary was responsible for reception at the back door of an inconspicuous company, bringing Ma Changfu and Wang Hanshuang into the company, and the other mercenaries were on standby on site and responsible for the alert.

Wang Hanshuang also met Gao Dongyun, the unscrupulous "doctor" who was accused and accused by his wife, and the man who used East African patients as medical experimental products.

The office is located on the top floor and takes a special elevator to the thirteenth floor. Wang Hanshuang and Ma Changfu directly enter a spacious and luxurious office.

The area of ​​500 square meters is facing the outside part with light green tempered glass. The bright sunlight can shine directly in, but it will not appear too strong.

There are many plants planted in the city, just like a small artificial garden. In the center of this garden, Gao Dongyun is like a hospitality past waiting for his VIP.
To be continued...