Yang Ming made more preparations for this matter. After sending the Americans, he followed Zhang Bing to meet Li Jianjun. He had already retired from the command post, but he was very informed about the local turmoil.

"There has been a lot of undercurrents recently. I'm afraid the sky is not peaceful." Li Jianjun felt uneasy, and there must be hidden dangers.

"How to say it?" Yang Ming wanted to know more information.

"The government's policies are too rushing, and the sense of crisis among whites is increasing day by day. Think about it, how can you just use GC to rob other people of other people's business without saying a word?"

When talking about this, Zhang Bingru Torch stared at the habitual criminal Yang Ming, who remained calm and even looked more like a victim: "What are you looking at! I am also a victim of discrimination against people of color!"

Li Jianjun heard about Yang Ming under the banner of political correctness and robbing white people's business, and laughed: "In short, we make money in business, I think it is necessary to be prepared. I plan to bring my wife and children back to China for life."

"Brother Jun is old and is not young anymore, so he should be stable." Zhang Bing nodded.

"It's you who are talking about it. If you have a partner, don't jump all day long." Li Jianjun is more powerful, regardless of age or experience.

Zhang Bing made an arrangement: "Isn't this what I planned to hold my wife and live in a luxury house after helping my brother pass this level?"

Yang Ming felt something was wrong: "Don't! It's like the finale of the TV show! Let's be happy. We are now a regional dominant, with planes and tanks. We will do whatever we want to fight!"

"Yes, yes!" They all smiled.

...

The situation does have a strong sense of crisis for the local white people!

Before the black government forced the jobs of white people, they endured it; they also endured it.

They ran away if they couldn't afford to offend them. They formed a group to go to Eastern Europe. Several countries were willing to accept them, but were forcibly stopped by the black government and denounced Eastern Europe for accepting these people as racial discrimination.

I want to be fair, I can’t run away! Now I have seized the policy and forced the expropriation of white land, and then some black people have launched planned murders of white farmers.

This time they couldn't stand it anymore, either burst or die! The radical groups that are always indispensable in humans, white people organized secret meetings to revisit the white autonomy and national plans they had thought about more than 20 years ago!

The organizer said: "A lot of foreign capital also feels that white people are treated unfairly in the local area and are targeted by policies in a planned manner, so they will give us economic and public support."

"To a certain extent, we can also win military support. If blacks dare to launch genocide against us, there will definitely be Western countries interfering!"

"We shouldn't be silent anymore!"

This was a kind of William Wallace's resistance that they regarded as, and it was determined to bloom on everyone's face, and the raging fire would be thrown into reality.

...

In Cape Town.

The CTOS transaction that had been prepared for a long time was completed. One afternoon before the signing, Yang Ming invited a group of friends, including interest partners, from the president of politicians, to gather in a villa in a hotel in Cape Town to hold a cocktail party.

To celebrate the military purchase transactions they reached, the government will be able to use these weapons to better maintain stability and eliminate the white people who always want to stand up from the root.

The initiator Yang Ming, who was honored as a black man, held a champagne glass, happily celebrated with the senior officials, secretly wished that he had contracted a large mine.

"In order to create a better society!" Yang Ming raised his glass.

"For this country!" Politicians clinked their glasses one after another.

The expensive Tangpelinon champagne liquid flows into the mouth, and the best truffles and caviar are placed on the long buffet table. In the magnificent hall, high-ranking officials and politicians, merchants and wealthy people, and they are dressed in bright clothes to communicate and laugh at the social situation.

The blacks are still quite proud of being able to gain the title of the country with the strongest comprehensive strength in Africa. Now that the praises of Chinese merchants are praised by American arms dealers, they feel even more gloomy! After drinking a few glasses of wine, even his surname is pulled on Mandela.

"Hahaha! But Mr. President has indeed achieved quite wise governance results, right? Look at the economy getting better and better, and gradually consolidated public security, all your credit!"

Yang Ming chatted and laughed all the way and sent the president away. This private meeting achieved quite good results. Yang Ming also decided to continue to increase investment in defense enterprises and make the scale to the level of 100 billion rand in the future!

The president is bound to be able to take on such a big business, and the key is that this company is still on the same boat as it is. The president is inevitably full of energy and likes this Chinese businessman who does things perfectly and cleanly.

The president also said: "Please rest assured that the promises we promised and the preferential conditions for foreign businessmen will not change! It will only get better and better, and let the country shine like a brick again!"

"I can see the shiny gold bricks now." Yang Ming flattered, and they walked through the front yard, came under the sunshade outside the house, waiting for the company's special car to arrive.

Because the president is visiting in a private identity, the escort team is EMC's high-end security, and the vehicles used are also social vehicles. For safety reasons, there is no connection with any sign of the president.

While waiting a little, a white man in the parking staff uniform rushed forward. When Yang Ming saw it, he subconsciously thought he was here to get the card. He took out the money and said, "No, we have a driver ourselves."

The white man looked at him, and at that moment, Yang Ming felt that this look was like the sharpness of a tiger and wolf that he had seen in a safari before, and it was a kind of determination and ruthlessness in his bones.

"Thank you sir!"

The white man took the money and thanked him a few steps forward. When Yang Ming had just reacted, he took out a small silver revolver from his arms and raised his hand to him!

Almost as the gunman drew his gun, Zhang Bing was faster than him. He pushed Yang Ming away with conditioned reflex, pressed him to the ground and shouted a warning, and then the gunshots rang out! Three deafening sounds!

The whole process took a few seconds. The gunshot made Yang Ming a little confused. He was pressed to the ground by several big men, and his chin was buzzing with great pain, and his ears were buzzing. When he responded, the gunman had been knocked down by the bodyguard, and the screams of the people around him had no time to ring.

The special car that was picked up and dropped off finally arrived at this time. The bodyguards were shocked by this scene, but Zhang Bing reacted the most quickly, pulled Yang Ming up, pulled him into the back row, and shouted at the collar: "Let's go! Take the president away!"

The thick bulletproof door was closed, and the arrival of the vehicle and bodyguards also carried the president who was lying in a pool of blood into the car. With the roar of the V8 engine, they directly knocked off the hotel door, crossed the road and rushed to the isolation belt, and escaped the scene with the floor oil.

"Start the fire! Show off the weapon, whoever gets close to hits him! Don't let the convoy stop!" Zhang Bing ordered very decisively, and all the bodyguards picked up the weapons and would erupt at any time.

The vehicles in front and behind were turned on red and blue, and they ran all the way, and they didn't care about traffic lights or reversed. The huge car in front was not to stop the convoy, but must keep moving! Even if it was a forced break through the road!

Zhang Bing, who was located in one of the cars, called the base at the same time: "Level 1 alarm! Let the air team be dispatched! Contact the local police to coordinate!"

"clear!"

"Plan the nearest route and the entire fleet returns to the base!" He knew that the situation is unclear now, and only his own base is the most stable.

"Yes! Obey the order!"

Yang Ming was shocked and sweated in a cold sweat on his back. He couldn't help but think that if he fired at him, it would be really hard to defend himself! Fortunately, the gunman's target was not him, but he also thought that the president had been shot several times, and instinctively felt that he was afraid that he would be in danger!
Chapter completed!