Nell, a small town in southern Ethiopia.

Nell is located in southern Ethiopia near the border area. It is also a city in Ethiopia that has developed better. It is rich in gold and other ores. Since the 19th century, a large number of white people have poured into it. After Ethiopia entered the republican era, it has become the area with the most foreign capital injection. There are even a small airport in the city, with four flights to and from Europe and three flights to Southeast Asia every week, which is very rare in Africa.

As we all know, due to economic reasons, many African countries do not have their own airlines, and even if they have them, they are just cargo. For example, Somalia Airlines, their flights are called planes to heaven. As long as you have the courage, you can experience a flight that is within reach of heaven.

The city of Nell lives with a large number of immigrants from various countries, as well as Ethiopian locals, but most of the locals are engaged in some lower-level jobs, while the French, British or people from other countries are all the owners of some mines, which can be called a city beyond law.

There are laws, but the laws here basically describe falsehood. Various criminal transactions, arms, and drug deals can be seen everywhere on the street. You can see all kinds of people setting up stalls on the roadside. The things on the stalls may be a pack of white flour, some weapons, and even population transactions.

Because of its special geographical location and Ethiopia's poor control over this place, even General Kaman who controls this place is only nominal control. This is considered a common area, and each warlord has some stations here. If there is a conflict, it is also an excellent negotiating place.

In addition, due to the large number of foreigners, this is also one of the best quality of life in Ethiopia. Here, as long as you have enough US dollars or euros, there is nothing you can't enjoy.

After eating at a restaurant, Renault and Maca threw down a ten-dollar tip and slowly stood up, walked to the restaurant door and walked slowly towards the end of the street.

"There are some problems in Paris, and the above are very dissatisfied with us!" Renault took out a cigarette, lit it for himself, and then said in a low voice.

Marca shrugged helplessly: "It is now the 21st century, and it is normal for such things to be destroyed. France is not a city that could successfully revolt with a little movement back then. Moreover, this time the partner is a group of idiots, and they have no chance of success at all!"

"Forget it, but it doesn't matter. Our goal has been achieved!" After Renault finished speaking, he smiled mysteriously and continued to move forward. When he passed by a store, he glanced at the model in the window, his eyes lit up, and he was about to go in and enjoy it. Marca immediately stopped him: "Man, we still have something to do!"

"Okay, it seems that there are new products in this store. You can come here to check it out in the evening or tomorrow. I feel good!"

"Okay, I think it's good, but let's see how the mission is going!"

"Let's go!"

The two walked in the street for a while, then came to the front of a building about six floors, negotiated with the security personnel hanging at the door, and then walked into the building.

The first floor of the building looked like a security company. There were many militants holding weapons standing in the hall, chatting in groups of three or five. After seeing Maca and Renault, they did not react at all.

Then Maca and Renault came to the elevator and entered a special elevator. Maca took out a card and swiped it. Then the elevator did not go up, but went down. About five seconds later, the elevator arrived at the negative floor.

When the elevator door opened, he saw a locked iron door. Renault took out a chip from his close pocket and carefully swept it on the red dot. Then there was a crisp sound of opening the door. The door lock was opened, and the two of them pushed open the iron door and walked out of the elevator.

Walking out of the elevator and entering the negative floor, there is a room of about thirty square meters. Six white men are sitting in front of the table in the room. There is also a computer on the table, connecting the elevator to the external monitoring, so that everyone outside can see clearly the every move.

After seeing Renault and Marca, two white men stood up immediately: "Man, you should know the rules!"

"certainly!"

Renault and Maca took out their weapons and all the communication equipment. After checking them, the two white men nodded. Another white man sitting in front of the surveillance monitor entered a string of passwords, and then another one stood in front of a door behind him. After passing fingerprint and iris detection, he entered a password again. The door opened again.

It is hard to imagine that in a place like Africa, where there is such a strict inspection, Marca and Renault were shocked when they first came to this base. It felt like the builders were too crazy to build such a base in Africa.

After passing through this door, I entered another very long corridor, about forty or fifty meters long, with a door about three or four meters apart. Occasionally, some staff wearing protective clothing were busy.

After seeing Renault and Maca, these people were not surprised and continued to be busy with their own affairs. Renault Maca walked to the end of the corridor and turned left, turning left and another door was forward. Maca and Renault stood in front of the door, and the two probes above the door immediately moved towards them. About ten seconds later, the door was opened.

When I entered the house again, there was an office. A white man was writing something in front of his desk. After seeing Maca and Renault coming in, he just looked up and continued to work. Maca and Renault did not speak, so he found another seat and sat down.

"Okay, I'm done, how much goods have you brought this time!"

Hearing the white man's words, Maka took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to the white man.

The middle-aged white man looked at the contents of the paper and frowned: "There is not enough!"

Marca spread her hands helplessly: "If you want black people, you have as many as you want, but if you still specify that it is difficult for Chinese people to be a yellow person, China is not like before, and there is an epidemic in their place. Many countries have already controlled their entry, so it is difficult for us to bring people here!"

"I don't need excuses. I just need enough people. No one, and my research cannot continue. I don't care what you use. Within a week, I need enough people. Now I have entered human experiments. If the number is not enough and the data is not accurate enough, the experiment may fail!"
Chapter completed!