As the sunset gradually droops, the wind on the African wastelands began to become stronger, and the lush growth of the Chateau grass swayed like a sea of ​​blood in hell churning with waves.

Standing on the square-top terrace of the building in the center of the Chart Grass Plantation, Carpenter chewed the tobacco hard, staring at the eyes that were red with alcohol, and scanning the ripe Chart Grass that had been mostly ripe.

If there is no sudden bad weather and sufficient water supply, at least twenty-five tons of fresh character grass will be produced in the character grass plantation at most a week later. There is no doubt that the harsh stems and branches and leaves will be screened out and sold at a relatively low price to addicts near the Golden Dunes area who are already infected with the habit of chewing character grass.

The selected character grass will be carefully packaged and weighed, and handed over to trucks coming to the character grass plantation to the processing factory. After a series of processing procedures, it will be distributed to all parts of the world.

Although the profits of selling chartic grass will definitely be taken away by those guys wearing suits hidden in the skyscrapers, the remaining benefits are enough to live a kingly life in Africa.

As long as this kind of life can last for one or two years and accumulate enough wealth, maybe you can really retire?

If there were no damn Chinese people to build dams, then all this would be a natural good thing!

But now...

Feeling the soreness from his legs, Carpenter reached out and touched the old scar on his right leg that was cut by shrapnel, which was thirty centimeters long. He had to slowly turn around and limp towards a recliner not far behind him.

Almost as Carpenter struggled to get on the recliner, the satellite phone on the small coffee table next to the recliner suddenly made a slight beep. He hurriedly reached out and grabbed the satellite phone on the small coffee table. Carpenter took a deep breath habitually, and then pressed the answer button on the satellite phone: "I am Carpenter!"

On the satellite phone, a clear cold voice suddenly rang: "I heard you messed up?"

After swallowing hard, Carpenter tried to make his voice sound calmer: "Sir, that was just a small mistake. I will..."

A sneering voice penetrated Carpenter's ear like a poisonous snake spitting a letter: "Error? The ten government troops you hired were executed, and the contact person in the government troops has clearly stated to you that he will not cooperate with you again. Do you call this a small mistake?!"

The sudden nervous feeling made Carpenter's back spine involuntarily sweat: "Sir, I can deal with it..."

A sneering voice drilled into Carpenter's ears from the satellite phone again: "What do you rely on to deal with? Are the inferior gunmen you hired for $35 a day? Don't deny this - although your financial statements indicate that you hire mercenaries with a salary of $700 a week, but in fact, those who work as guards in your Chartgrass plantation are the inferior gunmen who are thirty-five a day!"

Almost subconsciously turned his head to look at his side, Carpenter almost jumped up from the recliner. A terrifying feeling of being monitored all the time made Carpenter's throat dry like the Sahara Desert. Even the sound made was obviously hoarse and broken: "Sir, I...I admit that there are some things I don't do..."

With a sneer, the sound on the satellite phone sounded colder: "You should understand that the reason you were asked to be the supervisor of the Chart Grass Plantation was just because of our generosity and compassion! Otherwise, we would not have to put a disabled person who had been doing chores for us for several years in this position where we could make money by lying down! But now you are squandering our generosity and compassion?!"

Without waiting for Carpenter to say anything, the cold voice continued quickly: "You have one more week's term! During this week, there is only one thing you have to do - to ensure that the harvest of the Charte Grass Plantation is completed successfully! After that, you leave with the truck transporting the Charte Grass, and then disappear from our eyes forever, and forget everything you have done! Now, look at the glass of water beside you!"

Subconsciously turned his head and looked at the cup of soda on the small coffee table. Before Carpenter could even blink, the cup of soda with slightly bubbles had suddenly exploded. Scattered glass fragments whizzed past, and several shallow blood marks were drawn on Carpenter's arms and cheeks!

He stiffened his body, Carpenter's throat clattered, but he could no longer speak a coherent word!

Although he has left the battlefield where flesh and blood has been flying for many days, Carpenter, who has experienced many battles, can still distinguish the bullets that smashed the glass. It should be from a sniper rifle with extremely high accuracy, with a shooting distance of about 500 meters!

In other words, the sniper who shattered the glass was hiding in the Chateau plantation, the black muzzle, perhaps aiming at his head at this moment!

It seemed that Carpenter's reaction was learned from the sniper, and a cold laugh came from the satellite phone again: "Before you leave, leave everything you shouldn't take away, and only take your life! This is our last mercy and generosity. Don't know the picture and squander it!"

Listening to the busy sound coming from the satellite phone, Carpenter was stunned for a while before slowly putting down the satellite phone that was holding tightly in his hand...

As the cold voice on the phone said, Carpenter did tamper with hiring personnel and other expenses, and actually gained some benefits for himself. He thought he was unaware of it, but he didn't expect that his every move would fall into the eyes of the financial owner behind him!

What’s funny is that a moment ago, I thought I could have a rich retirement as the beginning of a wonderful life in my life?!

With a wry smile, Carpenter slowly stood up, walked to the terrace fence with his legs and feet, and shouted at several gunmen who were standing downstairs and knew nothing about what had happened: "Send more personnel to strengthen patrol the plantation! If something goes wrong... you won't want to know what you will face if something goes wrong in the plantation..."

Almost as Carpenter shouted at several gunmen, Gu Weisu, who was dressed in a camouflage of sand on a hill 1,200 meters away from Carpenter, aimed the sniper rifle in his hand at the small hill in the Chart Grass Plantation: "The two targets are determined to be sniper teams, and they have been locked!"
Chapter completed!