Let you raise pigs?But kicked me out of the classmate group?

Chapter 1364: Heizhou is coming
The night was as thick as ink that could not be dissolved, weighing heavily on the entire rich villa area. The city lights in the distance were just broken diamonds embedded in the ink velvet, cold and distant.

Qin Hao was trapped in the custom-made large bed in the bedroom that could swallow his entire body. The expensive Egyptian cotton bedding had a cool and comfortable feeling. Qin Hao lying on the bed looked handsome and indifferent. He was undoubtedly happy about his victory just now.

But after arriving in Heizhou, it was another unusual game, and the decisive and murderous heart felt a little throbbing.

He lifted the thin blanket and stood up, his movements smooth and powerful like a large cat waking up. The expensive silk nightgown was casually wrapped around his muscular body, with the belt tied loosely, and the collar open, revealing a large area of ​​tight chest and deep collarbone lines. In the thin light coming in from the window, the undulations of his muscles were faintly visible.

He walked barefoot across the cool marble floor and walked silently towards the wine cabinet.

His fingertips passed over a row of expensive wine bottles, and finally landed on a dark brown bottle. Romanee-Conti. He opened the bottle skillfully, and poured the dark red wine into the wide crystal glass, like coagulated blood, leaving sticky marks on the wall of the glass.

Holding the wine glass, he walked to the huge French window and took in the night view of the entire private kingdom. Absolute control, absolute loneliness. He brought the edge of the glass close to his nose, and the rich and complex fruity aroma, the aging aroma of oak barrels, and a hint of earthy minerals... It was so mellow that it was suffocating.

He took a sip. The smooth taste of the top-quality red wine wrapped around his taste buds, but it couldn't melt the heavy lump in his mouth.

He put down his glass and picked up his phone. The light from the screen illuminated his expressionless face. His fingertips slid and accurately found a name - Charlie. He pressed the dial button.

Beep...beep...beep...

The long waiting sound echoed in the empty and silent bedroom, which was particularly harsh. Just when Qin Hao's patience was about to run out and he was about to hang up, the call was finally connected rudely.

"Wai?!" A male voice, full of sleepiness and irritability, almost burst out at him. In the background, there seemed to be a woman's dissatisfied muttering and the rustling of the quilt, "Qin Hao?!"

"Are you kidding me for calling me so late at night? Look at what time it is now? Three o'clock in the morning! Three o'clock! I just fucking laid down! Are you fucking kidding me?" His voice was hoarse, filled with huge resentment of being pulled out of the land of tenderness.

Qin Hao held the phone farther from his ear, and waited until the roar from the other side, which was driven by a mixture of morning grumpiness and adrenaline, subsided a little before he spoke slowly. His voice was always calm and cold, like ice water poured on a red-hot iron block: "So much nonsense."

He paused, his eyes sweeping across the dark night outside the window that belonged to his own territory, "I've sent you the location. Villa area."

Without giving the other party any chance to roar again, he cut off the call cleanly.

Ten minutes or so, which normally is just enough time to drink a few glasses of wine, seemed particularly sticky during this deliberately prolonged wait.

From far away to near, at first it was just a low and deep roar, and then the exhaust pipe burst into a pure and brutal roar, echoing and vibrating wildly on the empty road in the middle of the night, violently crushing all the glass-like tranquility.

The roar of the engine is getting closer and clearer

Qin Hao stood in front of the French window, looking at
A super sports car with a liquid silver sheen all over its body - Rolls-Royce Silver Ghost

The car moved at an extremely tricky and precise angle, with the tires screeching as they rubbed against the ground. It drifted almost like a show of skill, and landed steadily on the expensive marble platform in front of the main building of the villa.
The scissor doors are like the wings of a silver-winged angel, rising sharply upwards

A pair of long legs wrapped in well-cut dark jeans took the lead and stepped heavily on the mirror-like ground. Charlie got out of the low cabin and stood up straight. He had a head of unruly golden brown short hair that was obviously just scratched twice before going out.

He slammed the car door, and the loud bang was particularly harsh in the silent night. He slammed the car door, and the loud bang was particularly harsh in the silent night.

The AI ​​butler let him pass at Qin Hao's instruction. The constant temperature air in the room was filled with a faint cedar scent, which was in sharp contrast to the late night coolness outside.

"Qin Hao! You better give me a fucking explanation! A reason that can convince me why I drove across half the city like an idiot to come to you at three in the morning! Otherwise, I promise, I will definitely throw this glass of wine in your face!"

He grabbed the glass of whiskey prepared for him on the bar, and the movement was so large that the liquor swayed and splashed a few drops onto the obsidian countertop.
Qin Hao ignored his rage. He didn't even look up at the glass of wine that might be thrown at him at any time. He just stretched out two slender fingers, with an almost cold precision, gently pressed against the edge of the thick kraft paper document bag, and smoothly pushed it across the smooth and cold obsidian table, pushing it in the direction of Charlie.
The document bag rubbed against the stone surface, making a slight rustling sound.

"We'll set off in twelve hours." Qin Hao's voice sounded. It was not loud, but it cut through the angry noise made by Charlie like a scalpel. Every word was as cold and hard as iron, hitting the silent air. "The target is the Zangwe region in the central part of Africa, the Democratic Republic of the Congo."

"The briefing is all inside." Qin Hao's jawline tightened for a moment, and his tone was almost inhumanly calm, but it contained a huge pressure.
"Risk level, S+. Estimated mortality rate, 70%. It's not too late to regret now." He paused for a moment, his icy eyes seemed to pierce and nail Charlie to death, "There's still time."

Qin Hao was used to marking his business chess game with levels. The reason why Black Continent was regarded as an emerging battlefield with too high risks by the Ross family was because of the riots and unexpected emergencies within Black Continent.

It's not that he doesn't dare to gamble with Charlie, he just wants to see his determination and attitude. If this plan and territory are realized, they can basically swallow up half of the country's business groups. If not, they will probably be killed in a foreign country.

People's hearts are complicated. What he wants is for Charlie to be on the same front with him and for people to be united, so he called him out before leaving in order to prevent himself from internal and external troubles.

Charlie, who had read the briefing at this moment, was already sweating all over his DG high-end clothes. This document described the methods and past achievements of various groups in central Black Continent. Charlie knew that what was written on it was only one-tenth of the actual methods.

In December in China, the chill is like moisture that seeps into the bones, weighing heavily.

Qin Hao's fingertips slid across the glaring "Cancel" button on the private jet booking screen without any hesitation.

The dim light of the screen reflected the cold lines of his profile, like a statue without warmth.

He rejected his assistant's suggestion to rearrange the private flight and just said, "Book the nearest international flight to Zangwe, economy class." The assistant's astonishment was isolated outside the heavy oak door.

On the top floor of the luxurious villa, only time passed silently. Fragments of last night's conversation circled in Qin Hao's mind: Charlie's blue eyes, which were always three parts drunk and seven parts cynical, were rarely covered with a thick haze.

The Black Continent plan proposed by Qin Hao, a huge vortex with risks and opportunities that could swallow up ordinary people, only brought Charlie long silence. He said nothing, but drank one glass after another of Qin Hao's treasured Macallan single malt whiskey. The amber liquid swayed in the crystal square cup, and the ice cubes hit the wall of the cup, making a crisp and hollow sound. Finally, he put down the empty cup, picked up the windbreaker on the back of the chair, pushed the door and left. His movements were neat and his back was resolute, without leaving a single word.

Qin Hao's eyes swept across the three empty glasses with amber wine stains on the bar, and the water droplets condensed on the walls of the glasses slowly slid down. He looked away and picked up the dark gray cashmere coat draped over the armrest of the sofa with a quick and decisive movement.

The electronic boarding pass at the airport lit up on the screen of his phone. There were only sixty minutes left before departure. He would not wait any longer.

The hustle and bustle of Heathrow Airport hits you in the face, with crowds surging, the sound of broadcasts, the sound of suitcase wheels, and various languages ​​interweaving into a chaotic background sound. Qin Hao drags a simple carry-on suitcase and walks steadily through the hustle and bustle. He is used to control, precision, and walking alone. Charlie's uncertainty is just a variable that can be eliminated at any time in his precision-running world.

Less than ten meters away from the boarding gate, the team moved slowly. Qin Hao raised his hand and looked at his watch, the second hand calmly crossed the dial. At this moment, a gust of wind with cold air and a faint smell of cologne suddenly hit him.

"Hey! Hao!"

Qin Hao didn't even need to look back. That flamboyant vitality and that tone of voice that was a bit deliberate in trying to be cool belonged to only one person.

Charlie Winston.

He turned sideways, precisely avoiding the shoulder that the other person almost hit. Charlie stopped steadily in front of him, and the hem of his windbreaker raised a sharp arc. His face was tired from a sleepless night, and there were a few bloodshot eyes, but his iconic blue eyes were surprisingly bright, like a newly lit flame, and the corners of his mouth were stretched into a signature, slightly uninhibited smile.

"I've thought about it,"

Charlie took a breath, his voice was not loud, but it drowned out the noise around him, and every word was like a hammer hitting Qin Hao's heart.
"Count me in on this Black Continent business battle! If you don't challenge your limits in life, what's the difference between you and a salted fish?"

He raised his hand, clenched his fist, and gently bumped Qin Hao's chest. His action was casual, but it carried a desperate commitment.

Qin Hao's gaze stayed on his face for two seconds, as sharp as a scalpel, as if to cut through the deliberately exaggerated appearance and see the true determination and remaining struggle inside. In the end, he just nodded almost imperceptibly, the movement was so small that it was almost unnoticeable.

"The gate is open."

His voice was steady and he turned around first, handing the boarding pass to the scanner.

A crisp "beep" sound was heard. Charlie grinned and followed quickly, as if the decision about his future life and death just now was just a casual purchase of a subway ticket.

After more than three hours of flight, the cabin was filled with the monotonous roar of the engine and the smell of recycled filtered air. The narrow space in the economy class was a torture for two men who were used to the private space in the first class. Charlie changed several positions, but still felt uncomfortable. Finally, he couldn't help but lean over to Qin Hao who was resting his eyes by the window.

"Hao, I still don't understand."

Charlie's voice was filled with confusion and a hint of anxiety.
"Why do we have to hire a local security team? Isn't our own security team good enough? We know them well and are easy to use."

He spread out his hands, his knuckles slightly white from the force

"This place... is so strange."

Qin Hao opened his eyes, and there was calmness in his eyes, without any trace of sleepiness.

"Heizhou, especially Tieguo, has its own rules. The local armed forces are familiar with every inch of land and every undercurrent here. They know who can be bribed and who must be avoided."

He turned his head and looked through the small porthole at the vast and primitive land of dark green and ochre red that appeared between the clouds below.

"No matter how elite an outsider is, he will be a conspicuous target here. What we need is a guide, a protective color that can blend into the environment, not just a bodyguard."

Charlie leaned back in his chair thoughtfully, his fingers tapping the armrest unconsciously. The doubts in his blue eyes had not completely dissipated, but Qin Hao's logic, which was calm to the point of being cold, always had a force that made people believe it.

The cabin broadcast sounded at the right time, and the flight attendant's gentle and sweet voice switched between French and English with a strong accent:

"Ladies and gentlemen, our flight is about to land at the International Orbasha Airport in Tieguo, Zangwe. The local ground temperature is 32 degrees Celsius. Please fasten your seat belts, straighten your seat backs, and put away the small table..."

The plane began to descend, and I felt a huge push on my back. The roar of the engine became even more deafening.

Charlie subconsciously gripped the handrail, his knuckles turning white again.

He glanced at Qin Hao, who was still looking out the window quietly, his profile looking particularly cold and hard in the dim light of the cabin.

Charlie took a deep breath and swallowed hard, as if trying to suppress the discomfort in his stomach and the inexplicable tension in his heart.

The hatch finally opened, and a stream of hot air mixed with dust, fuel, and some strong smell of rotting plants suddenly rushed in, instantly enveloping everyone.

Charlie coughed because of the heat and smell. He tugged at the collar of his shirt and felt sweat immediately seeping out of his forehead. Qin Hao just frowned slightly and picked up his suitcase smoothly.
The interior of the Orbasha Airport was also more shabby than expected. The ceiling was low, the fluorescent tubes made a buzzing noise, and the light was pale. Only a few customs windows were open, and there was a long, slowly creeping queue.

The peeling paint on the walls told of the traces of time. The air was hot and sticky, with only a few old ceiling fans stirring the turbid heat in vain.

Charlie loosened his tie irritably and grumbled something under his breath;
Qin Hao just stood in line silently, scanning the surrounding environment with sharp eyes, like a high-speed scanner, analyzing every detail and every suspicious figure.