I'm a warlord in Africa!

Chapter 114 Amonto

Time flies.

During this time, everything was going as planned except in Ethiopia.

It was also the time that Cheng Mu had agreed with the Somali negotiating representative.

Nowadays,

border.

A sturdy man who looked to be in his early thirties had been waiting in the military camp for a long time.

He was wearing a well-fitting suit and had a pistol on his waist, but he still gave people a gentle and refined feeling.

The soldiers, who had received orders from their superiors long ago, did not make things difficult for him. They simply sent two people to take him to a room and then stayed there to watch over him.

After about ten minutes.

The door of the room was pushed open and an official from the C-NM government walked in.

The official looked the man up and down while looking at his phone, then waved to his men.

then,

Someone immediately came forward and gave the man a thorough body search, stripping him of all his clothes.

Then they put a special hood on his head and took him into the car.

After driving on the road for an hour or two, the hooded man was taken to a soft-light room with one-way glass to soothe his eyes.

In another room behind the glass, Cheng Mu and Wang Wen stood in the middle, looking up and down at the not-too-old man.

After looking at it for a while, Wang Wen said, "This person is the secretary of Somalia's President Amonto. He also has another identity, he is Amonto's nephew."

Cheng Mu nodded.

Wang Wen took a puff of his cigarette and continued, "Although we still don't know what Amonto wants to talk to us about, sending such a confidant here already shows an attitude."

Cheng Mu touched his chin again and nodded.

Wang Wen glanced at Cheng Mu and said hesitantly, "How about... I go talk to him first? You stay here and watch?"

The reason why Wang Wen said this was not because he was worried about Cheng Mu’s safety.

He was mainly worried that Cheng Mu would be unhappy and shoot this man directly. After all, he had done this kind of thing many times.

Cheng Mu stretched his cervical vertebrae, waved his hand, and said calmly: "No need, just bring him to the reception room to see me."

Having said that, Cheng Mu turned and walked out of the small room.

Wang Wen didn't say much and began to arrange the meeting.

……

Ten minutes later, Cheng Mu sat on the sofa with his legs crossed. Xiao Hei opened the door and brought in Amonto's nephew.

After getting a nod from Cheng Mu, Xiao Hei closed the door and stood guard outside.

Amonto's nephew, who remained at the door, looked a little nervous.

Cheng Mu didn't stand up. He tilted his head towards him and pointed to the independent sofa beside him and said, "Sit down."

Amonto's nephew breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Cheng Mu's behavior, which was not polite but still friendly.

He glanced at the table in front of Cheng Mu.

There were cigars and cigarettes, as well as some local snacks and fruits from Heizhou, which seemed to be a manifestation of friendliness, at least showing that the other party did not hate him that much.

Amonto's nephew had long been aware of Cheng Mu's notoriety. He was a man who would kill even the American representatives sent to negotiate. If he was not careful, he would lose his life.

But fortunately, he came today to pass the torch of peace to Cheng Mu.

Amonto's nephew swallowed his saliva, his tone inevitably nervous: "Hello Mr. Cheng, I represent Somali President Amonto." Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Cheng Mu waving his hand, which scared him. He hurriedly looked at Cheng Mu, while quickly thinking in his mind what he had done wrong just now.

just,

What he didn't expect was that Cheng Mu threw him a cigar, then half-lying on the sofa, looking at his phone and casually asked: "What's your name?"

"John John Amonto, President Amonto is our uncle." He quickly half squatted and answered Cheng Mu's question.

"Yeah," Cheng Mu nodded gently, "I know a little about your uncle. Although he has shortcomings shared by many people in this land, he is generally a normal person."

For the national leaders of Black Africa, it is normal not to like to absorb their own kind like Redawa.

If he no longer had the habit of massacring civilians, he could be called a wise ruler.

Two days ago, Cheng Mu saw a piece of news.

There was riot in the capital of a country in Black Africa.

During the riot, a seven-year-old boy was shot five times by an assault rifle and his body was almost broken into pieces.

Then, in an interview three days later, the country's president actually laughed out loud when faced with a reporter's question.

So the President of Somalia is considered a talent in comparison.

At least, although he also oppressed civilians, he mostly directed his fists outward.

For example, the world-famous Somali pirates.

This is how the country of Somalia generates income.

When John heard Cheng Mu praising his uncle, a hint of excitement flashed across his face and he quickly nodded.

Then, he heard Cheng Mu continue to speak: "So what intention did he want to convey by sending you here?"

Seeing that they had finally gotten to the point, John cleared his throat and quickly replied, "I come in peace."

"Peace?" Cheng Mu raised his eyebrows. "There is no peace to talk about here."

Hearing this, John's face froze.

But soon, Cheng Mu's voice continued to be heard from the other side, which made him feel a little relieved.

"I heard that Somalia has recently received a lot of aid from the rapeseed people. Let's talk about peace after the land is truly clean."

"As for now."

Cheng Mu stood up from the sofa, walked to John and patted his shoulder.

"You must be very tired after sitting in the car for such a long time. Let's have a meal before we go."

John wanted to say something else, but Cheng Mu had already turned and left.

Looking at Cheng Mu's departing back, John didn't expect that this meeting would end after just a few words.

Before he could think about anything, someone came in and took him somewhere else.

What Cheng Mu said was true. If he told people to eat, then they would definitely be fed and go back home full.

Today, John had the rare opportunity to taste the professional dishes of the Giant East Country. Compared with the various traditional foods in the Black Continent, it was already amazing.

After the meal, Cheng Mu came to him personally and gave him the last words he heard during this meeting.

"If your uncle, the president of Somalia, is willing to listen, then I don't mind him continuing to do so."

"As for whether he is willing to obey, I think he should have a plan in mind after a while."

John wanted to ask what this meant, but someone came up from behind and put a hood that blocked out any light on him.

(End of this chapter)