Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer Retirement

Chapter 397

Chad, among the many poor countries in Africa, is also considered a relatively poor small country.

The area is about two Tongliao, and the population is about six Tongliao, which is considered densely populated to some extent.

But in fact, about half of Chad's population lives in the southern one-fifth area, and the remaining half of the population lives scattered around several rivers and Lake Chad. In the rest of the area, you may not be able to see a single person even if you drive for half an hour.

On the northern border of Chad, two large trucks that have been transformed are driving on the vast desert.

The drivers of the truck were Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang.

From Chad directly across the Sahara Desert to Egypt, this is Elizabeth's plan.

The Laurent family has sufficient contacts in Chad, which can ensure that Lu Mingfei's whereabouts will not be known to outsiders.

As long as you are not found when you enter the country, the chance of being found later is very low.

Egypt, like Chad, is concentrated in the Nile Delta and coastal areas.

As long as they kept walking in the desert, Lu Mingfei and the others would be invisible.

In fact, the whole process was really smooth. Except for a few herdsmen, they came to the edge of Cairo without encountering any people.

"I'll see you later."

Lu Mingfei said to the people on the co-pilot.

"Your Excellency, don't worry, I will definitely complete your task."

The middle-aged man with half-black skin said.

His name is Francois, he is a French-Chadian mixed race, and he is also a mixed race, but the blood level is relatively low.

Although François never met his French father, he had a natural affection for France.

After all, he and his mother lived a decent life on the little money left by his French father.

It's just that after the death of Francois' mother and the little property left behind was robbed, his living conditions deteriorated rapidly.

He is neither recognized by the French nor liked by the Chadians. Relying on the education he received as a child and the talent of the mixed race, he has survived until today.

Therefore, when the famous French family of the Laurent family approached Francois and asked him to work for him, he almost immediately agreed with a pious attitude, and later showed amazing enthusiasm for work.

Although the intelligence chief in charge of Chad didn't need his enthusiasm, he was even annoyed by too frequent reports.

And today, this spiritual Frenchman finally got an important task to accompany a distinguished guest of the Laurent family and complete all his instructions.

If the VIP is satisfied, François will receive a large bonus and he can immigrate to France.

Immigrate to France!

François, who dared not even dream about it, swore to his dead mother and his father, who was buried somewhere, that he would seize this opportunity, no matter the cost.

"I heard you worked in Cairo?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"Yes, Your Excellency."

Francois replied respectfully.

He once worked for a livestock company and was posted to the office in Cairo because of his orthodox Arabic and French.

However, with the outbreak of the civil war in Chad, the livestock company changed owners, and he was fired as a confidant of the original owner.

"Here's your money."

Lu Mingfei took out a stack of dollars and put them in Francois' hands.

The pupils of the middle-aged mixed-race stared wide, and this stack was worth his 20 years' income.

"Complete the mission, these are yours too."

Lu Mingfei opened the storage compartment, and the inside was full of greenery.

"I promise not to disappoint you, sir."

Francois licked his lips.

With this money and the bonus from the Laurent family, he can live a good life even in France.

Francois rode the motorcycle he brought all the way, and drove towards Cairo in the dust.

"Can he do it?"

Chu Zihang walked over, passed a can of cold beer into the car window, and asked with some concern.

Francois is not a professional. Although he was given assault training with Lingling Nightmare, it is hard to say how effective it is.

"Don't underestimate him, his quality is not bad. Moreover, the key to the task is not him."

Lu Mingfei took the cold beer and drank it down.

Francois rode an unlicensed motorcycle and drove all the way into Cairo.

There was no policeman to stop him along the way, and no one cast a surprised look.

Because his demeanor is too natural, like a native of Cairo.

A calm attitude is itself a passport, just like the traffic police will be selective when checking for drunk driving.

Of course, Francois is not afraid even if he is stopped for interrogation.

He has completed the entry procedures, and the official certification of both Chad and Egypt.

Every year, there are quite a few people who come to Egypt to work through formal and informal channels, and Francois is inconspicuous among them.

He came to the center of Cairo with ease. It turned out that when he was stationed, he would sometimes come here to relax.

He found a place to take a shower first, and then changed into special clothes.

In this way, there will be no bloody dramas such as being refused entry because of disheveled clothes.

But after all, he hadn't been here for a few years, so Francois found someone to ask the way, and successfully found the destination, the Semiramis Hotel.

Standing under the majestic building of the hotel, he was full of emotions.

When Francois was still an official employee, he didn't dare to come here for consumption.

Now he can only do odd jobs, but he can walk into the most luxurious hotel in Egypt and even North Africa with his head held high.

Francois took a deep breath and strode into the hotel.

"Welcome to the Semiramis Hotel."

A waiter in a white shirt greeted him and opened the door for him graciously.

"Give me a room facing the street and get me a ticket to a strip club."

Francois said arrogantly, and then took out a 200 Egyptian pound note from his newly bought wallet, and stuffed it into the waiter's upper body pocket.

"No problem, my lord."

Looking at the portrait of the clerk Kay on the banknote, the waiter smiled brightly.

As if infected by his smile, François smiled too.

However, his smile was a little more bitter and wanton.

three days later.

"How about it?"

Lu Mingfei opened the car door and asked.

"Not found yet."

Chu Zihang shook his head.

In front of him are four monitors, each of which displays a different image.

This is the real key to the mission, the tiny camera mounted on François.

Since he is not a professional spy, he doesn't need to be responsible for spy work, just be a mobile tripod.

Lu Mingfei gave him instructions to stay in the room less and walk around the hotel more, and do whatever else he likes, as if he was on vacation.

And Francois also implemented it very well. These days, he spent a lot of time in the hotel and became a loyal audience of the strip club.

It is easy for a discerning person to see that he has a problem, but it is impossible to judge his real purpose.

Moreover, it doesn't matter even if you startle the snake.

As long as the snake shows its tail, it cannot escape.

The war group is not that group of lion cubs. The way to catch snakes is to take the snake hole directly.

"Fuck!"

Wu Yue, who was watching on the sidelines, suddenly exclaimed.

(End of this chapter)