I'm a warlord in Africa!

Chapter 47 Commissioner Smith's Meritorious Contribution

Let’s turn our attention back to Ethiopia.

After Cheng Mu and his guards left, Smith sat dejectedly on the chair in the interview room. For a moment, the secretary beside him didn't know whether he should ask him to leave.

Smith now only knew that Cheng Mu had gotten into trouble, and what could he do to help him? The two were grasshoppers tied to the same rope.

In fact, to an outsider, this matter is nothing at all.

A warlord just beat up a small reporter, is that a big deal?

The United States is no longer the heavenly soldier it was twenty years ago.

But for Smith, the pressure of political correctness loomed over him like a mountain.

As non-Americans, others cannot understand the fear of being dominated by political correctness.

Can you imagine that in a developed country, zero-dollar shopping happens every day?

A government official may be dismissed from his post just because he gives the LGBT community an inappropriate look.

Smith understands this all too well.

Just when he was in a state of panic, his cell phone suddenly vibrated.

He took out his cell phone and looked at the number. It was a call from the senior military officer who had once wanted to be treated like a dog but never had the chance.

It's over! The other party must have watched the live broadcast and came to settle the score.

Smith felt a little weak, but still pressed the answer button.

What he didn't expect was that the other person's voice actually sounded happy.

"I have approved the equipment request you submitted earlier, and I have also given you five additional HIMARS."

Smith was a little confused. He didn't understand why the other party suddenly mentioned this. Was he short of funds for the activity?
But given the other party's identity, it seems unlikely.

Smith asked tentatively: "Did you watch the live broadcast just now?"

"Live broadcast?!" An undisguised laugh came from the phone.

"Of course I fucking watched it!"

After saying this, the other party hung up the phone.

Smith was even more confused at this moment.

What the hell is wrong with this world?
He took out a box of Liquan from his pocket. It was a gift from Cheng Mu, who said it was very strong. He took two deep puffs before he slowly recovered.

Since my brain isn't working very well, I might as well stop thinking about it too much. It seems that no one will bother Cheng Mu now anyway, right?
Thinking of this, Smith hurried to the interview room to chase Cheng Mu.

The arms are coming. This is a great auspicious sign.
Before leaving, Smith looked at Bogang lying half-dead on the ground, jumped up and kicked it hard on the head.

"Fuck you, I clearly told you!"

After Cheng Mu walked out of the interview room, he looked at the subtitles in front of him with a somewhat amusing and helpless look.

【Earned badge: Public figure. 】

[Public Figure: Because you have received a large amount of exposure that is inconsistent with your current status in a short period of time, the attractiveness of your subordinates to others has increased slightly. ]

[Note: When the exposure is below a certain level, the badge will be automatically removed. ]

Good news: I did get the badge after the interview.

The bad news: earned badges are hard to rate.

Of course, Cheng Mu was unwilling to become some crappy internet celebrity to maintain his badge. He was just a pitiful, helpless little warlord who currently only had two divisions.

Although the badge can increase the attractiveness of his territory to others, he does not need Nigs from other regions to join him now.

Besides, if we increase the attractiveness, what if we attract something that shouldn’t be attracted?
Cheng Mu decided to keep a low profile for a while and let the badge disappear on its own. However, this interview was not completely fruitless.

It felt pretty good to beat Bo Gang up just now.

He also has a deeper understanding of the magical level of the current version.

Cheng Mu was just about to get into the Maybach and return to the base when he suddenly heard Smith's shout from behind.

He stopped and waited for Smith.

"What's wrong?" Cheng Mu asked, looking at Smith's breathless appearance.

After receiving the reply that the equipment he needed would be delivered soon, Cheng Mu was somewhat delighted. Then, after Smith told him that five additional HIMARS were added, this joy was further expanded.

Wang Wen, who had just been waiting in the car, gently touched Cheng Mu with his finger.

Cheng Mu understood and reacted instantly.

Why did the US military suddenly become so generous? He had spent a lot of money to get two HIMARS before, and the missiles were in limited supply.

Is there some trap?
And considering that he had just killed a group of the president's family members, this speculation was not unreasonable.

Cheng Mu glanced at Smith and found that the other party's loyalty was not abnormal at all, but had increased slightly.

It definitely isn't his problem, it's the top US military brass that's at fault?

Could it be that the President of Ethiopia has connections with the top US military officials? That doesn't seem likely.

After thinking about it, Cheng Mu currently had only one reasonable guess in his mind, that is, whether the US military wanted to cheat him out of his money and then not ship the goods.

Although it sounds outrageous, reality is often much more magical than fiction.

He looked at Smith and asked, "This batch of goods is too much. Can you ask them if we can pay after the goods arrive?"

Smith was stunned. There was no precedent for this in arms sales! They always paid first.

However, after listening to Cheng Mu's words, he still picked up the phone and called the senior executive.

After receiving the other party's affirmative answer, Smith took a breath.

This important person whom he couldn't even meet seemed to favor Cheng Mu? And he even gave him special treatment?
Smith was becoming more and more confused about the situation, but he was clear about one thing, which was to hug Cheng Mu's thighs tighter.

Cheng Mu was also a little puzzled when he heard Smith say that the other party agreed to the cash on delivery request.

Could it be that after seeing how heroically I beat Nig, I was convinced?
I guess there must be some factors involved.

In the evening, Smith and the people he brought were kept at the base by Cheng Mu and had dinner with several senior officials of the C-NM government.

In any case, Commissioner Smith has made great contributions by donating arms and should be regarded as a confidant.

During this time, Smith took a look at the training of the new recruits and was shocked by the great general who came here a little bit.

As a veteran with more than 20 years of military service, he certainly knew how difficult it was to train soldiers, and he knew even more clearly how impossible it was to keep the army's morale and desire to fight at such a high level.

What’s more, the objects of training are these uncivilized apes?
But for Smith now, he has gradually become numb.

In just a few months, he saw too many impossible miracles in this young man Cheng Mu.

I guess he should get used to it after a while.

After sending Smith away, Cheng Mu sat in the office and lit a cigar to savor it.

His slender fingers tapped the tabletop rhythmically.

This batch of arms may arrive soon, but the money to be paid is not a small amount, more than 100 million US dollars.

(End of this chapter)