"Gundam, the speed cannot be stopped. Be careful of Jiuding's attack."

After escaping from the Nine Cauldron Formation, Jiang He still did not relax, but instead gave Gao Da a message.

"Affect your order, my lord!"

Gundam quickly agreed.

"Actually, there is no need to be so nervous. The Nine Ding Formation will not attack externally."

Xia Yu interrupted next to him, "The main function of the Nine Dings is to guard the Shenzhou and not easily launch an attack on the outside. Just like nuclear weapons, no one will easily launch it."

"That's right! After all, we have left Jiuzhou. If the Nine Cauldron Formation launches another attack, it will attack the territory of other countries."

Jiang He nodded and breathed a sigh of relief.

Even with Jiang Laohu's courage, he was scared to death by the situation that the Nine Cauldron Array just now. He was almost finished.

"What are your plans next?"

Xia Yu turned his head and looked at Jiang He, "You said you were going to find the things your parents left to you, where will we look for?"

"I don't know much about the specific location."

Jiang He was also a little helpless about this problem, "Go to East Africa to gnaw mud ducks and go there to find clues."

"All right."

Xia Yu nodded, then knocked on Gundam's rocket porthole again, "I used mirage to cover up Gundam's traces and landed directly in the mud-chewing duck bar."

"Gundam, after arriving at the mud-chewing duck, landed near the port of Mombasa."

Jiang He once heard from his father that when he was gnawing mud ducks to build a port in East Africa, he met his mother. The only port that China has built aid is Mombasa.

Not long after, Gundam crossed the Indian Ocean and arrived in East Africa.

The tracks were covered with mirage, and Gundam slowed down and slowly landed on the outskirts of the port of Mombasa, the mud-chewing duck.

Mombasa is an island with railways and seawalls connected to the mainland.

This is the largest port in East Africa and the commercial center of East Africa. Zheng He had been here as early as the Ming Dynasty.

The mud-biting duck is like spring all year round, with the highest temperature of 26 degrees and the lowest temperature of 10 degrees. The vegetation is lush and the precipitation is rich, which is not the dry desert that people imagine.

Jiang He and others landed outside the port, and Gundam became a off-road vehicle again.

"I'm going to the port now to find the traces left by my parents back then."

Sitting in the car, Jiang He turned his head and looked at Xia Yu, and smiled and said, "Although the Chinese passport can be free of visa for gnawing mud ducks. However,... Jiuding will definitely not let us go. In order to avoid some unnecessary trouble, change our identity."

As soon as he shook his figure, Jiang He became a wealthy businessman in Xiangjiang again. "Miss Zhang, Xiangjiang, let's go for a trip with mud ducks."

"Okay, Boss Du."

Xia Yu immediately launched the transformation technique and became Miss Zhang Li, an unknown singer in Xiangjiang.

"Gundam, drive directly into the port."

Jiang He reached out to take out his laptop, turned on the computer, and ticked the keyboard, searching for the location of the port where the Chinese aided him.

"Berth of Berth No. 19. The port built by China is located at Berth No. 19. Let's go there first."

Jiang He soon found the location where his father built the port and sent the map to Gundam.

The car drove all the way into the port of Mombasa, Jianghe found that the port of Mombasa is worthy of being the largest port in East Africa and the commercial center of East Africa.

Mombasa is not just a port, but a huge city.

There are not only dark-skinned Africans, but almost all people from all over the world.

You can still see "Shaxian snacks" on the roadside. Do you dare to believe it?

"There are two common terms for gnawing mud ducks. One is Bantu, which is the language used by most black uncles in East Africa. The other is English."

Jiang He turned his head and looked at the exotic style of Mombasa, and said to Xia Yu: "Forget it, Bantu language, you have no problem with English, right?"

"Slook at people, right?"

Xia Yu rolled his eyes at Jiang He, "I know nine different languages, so I naturally don't understand English."

"Oh, nine languages?"

Jiang He smiled and said to himself: "Speaking it scares you to death. There is no language in this world that I don't understand."

As a person who is well versed in language skills, Jiang He no longer cares whether the other party is speaking human language.

"My Lord, there is Berth No. 19 in front of you."

At this time, Gundam had already arrived at the No. 19 berth that Jianghe was looking for.

It is said to be a berth, but it is actually not smaller than an ordinary port.

Warehouses are everywhere on the shore, filled with mountains of containers. Huge freighters are docked on the berth.

This is a modern large port. The traces of that year... are completely gone!

Jianghe asked Gundam to circle the No. 19 berth and only saw steel and concrete buildings. He could not find the place where his father worked and lived there.

After taking out the laptop again, Jiang He beat again, searching for the architectural drawings of Berth No. 19 and the construction plan of Berth No. 19.

Compare one by one, and search carefully.

Finally, Jianghe found a street called Swahi, which is probably where Chinese workers lived and lived when Berthal No. 19 was built.

Turning the front of the car, he drove all the way to Swahi Street.

The more we move forward, the more old and dilapidated the houses and buildings on the roadside are, as if this is a slum.

Jiang He's arrival attracted the attention of nearby residents. Africans stood on the side of the road, looking at Jiang He and others with surprise and curiosity.

Ignoring these passers-by, Jiang He drove in and finally found the target at the end of Swahi Street.

A row of red brick bungalows.

Simple building, it looks like temporary housing.

Nearly twenty years have passed, and these houses have become very old and dilapidated.

What really attracted Jiang He's attention was... a line of words faintly displayed on the walls of the house.

"Quality...safety...Tarzan..."

A line of vague words fully demonstrates the origin of these dilapidated bungalows.

"Xia Yu, you're waiting for me in the car."

Jiang He parked his car near the row of red brick bungalows and walked towards a group of black people squatting by the wall.

"Does anyone know Chinese people who lived here?"

Jiang He spit out a fluent Bantu language in his mouth, and he was holding a stack of green dollar bills in his hand.

Nearly twenty years have passed, and it is impossible for them to still have the breath of their parents here, so Jiang He can only ask these people.

Unexpectedly, when he saw Jiang He taking out the money, not only did no one talk to the people around him, but instead a sense of greed appeared in his eyes when he looked at Jiang He.

"Hey! Young man, your money doesn't bring you the answer, it will bring you danger."

At this time, the door of a red brick house slowly opened, and a tall and strong middle-aged black man walked out.

Seeing this man walk out, the greedy eyes around him instantly shrank back, and the black people who were about to gather around Jiang He sat down again.

"It's really dangerous! I'm very dangerous!"

Jiang He grinned and raised the banknotes in his hand, "Can you give me the answer? This is the reward."

"What do you think I built a port with those Chinese people back then?"

The strong black man walked up and nodded at Jiang He, "You have to tell me who the Chinese people you are looking for are so that I can give you the answer."

"Jiang Zhengqiang! What I am looking for is the place where Jiang Zhengqiang lived in that year!"

Jiang He quickly answered.

"Jon? Are you looking for Jon Jen Conn?"
Chapter completed!