Super Island Tycoon

Chapter 1374: Chapter 1373: Incredible

Jiang Cheng thought to himself, now that the Fierce Tiger Sect is dealt with, isn’t handling the Iron Fist Sect just a matter of minutes? The happy days are coming! At this moment, the bracelet rang with a call. Jiang Cheng was startled, please don’t let it be Li Shengli, it better not be Li Shengli!

Maybe Jiang Cheng’s prayers worked, the caller was indeed Li Shengli.

”Hey, Elder Li, don’t tell me there’s another mission for me!” Jiang Cheng said with a crying face, every time Li Shengli called he had no good news, he really felt like he was on a pirate ship.

”Jiang, you’re not bad, quite clever, guessed it right in one go!” Li Shengli said with a laugh on the other end.

”...Can’t you let me rest for a bit!” Jiang Cheng was suffering inside! Haha, the more capable, the more work you do! When you come back, I’ll promote you and give you a raise!” Li Shengli said.

”Who cares about your raise!” Jiang Cheng thought to himself mockingly.

”Getting to the point, the tobacco situation in the area has been rampant lately. According to our intel, it’s all coming from Zhang Sanjiao’s place, but it seems Zhang Sanjiao has recently connected with a major African drug lord, an organization codenamed ’Night’. So, you and your team go on this mission.” Li Shengli said.

”Do you really think of us as some kind of tool, giving us every task,” Jiang Cheng despised this kind of labor exploitation behavior.

”Your company will be tax-free for five years,” Li Shengli said calmly. ”Time and place,” Jiang Cheng immediately responded.

The night said nothing, the next day the five met in a hotel. No one went out, even meals were brought in by designated people, then settled in the room.

Night fell again, the night view of Wu Mansion’s port was beautiful. The area looked like a young girl with heavy makeup, while the port was full of charm.

Sounds of waves and steam horns.

Each of them wore a seaman’s outfit, standing straight on the deck of the Wandering cruise ship, looking at the lights along the coast, steam horns blared, and the Distant Ocean cruise ship slowly left the port.

The sky got darker, behind them, Wu Mansion faded from sight, the deafening sound of the sea echoed in their ears. The five of them stood there all along, their clothes fluttering in the sea breeze, merging with the night.

”Let’s go inside and sleep!” Jiang Cheng said after who knows how long. No one spoke, they turned and walked back to the cabin.

Half a month passed quickly, the over-forty captain spoke to Jiang Cheng, ”There’s 10 nautical miles to the destination, your identity is all set, go without worry.”

Jiang Cheng pulled out the map prepared by the person in charge, looked at it for a while, and said to get ready to depart.

Ten minutes later, a small hovercraft was slowly being lowered into the sea from the cruise ship. The captain knew Jiang Cheng was on a mission, watching the small hovercraft disappear into the night, the old captain murmured, ”Good luck, I hope to hear news of your victorious return when I go back.”

Twenty kilometers northeast of Congo, a hovercraft stopped, with a heavy ”thud,” Jiang Cheng stepped onto African soil, Zhang Mengmeng and others stood beside him.

A ray of light appeared on the horizon, dawn was breaking, they finally slipped past the patrols on the coast and entered Congo’s Capital City, Brazzaville.

Jiang Cheng’s lips curved into a smile, spreading his arms, lifting his head to the sky, a burst of hearty laughter sounded, ”We’re here, ’Night’, are you ready?”

Gradually, as the sky lightened, more people filled the streets, a stark contrast to the desolation of the night. Many intersections lacked traffic lights, appearing messed up, disordered.

People pushed carts loaded with goods, adding to the street’s chaotic order. Alongside, vendors sold newspapers, periodicals, and magazines, guarding small stalls, watching passersby. Stores on both sides were starting to open, Congolese warmly greeted customers.

Jiang Cheng waved down two run-down taxis, their bodies dented and printed with Japanese characters, clearly scrapped cars imported from Japan.

Ning Jing frowned at the oil-stained seats, ”Can’t we find a cleaner car?”

Counting Sheep climbed in and said, ”Finding a clean taxi here is harder than finding a Karamborghini in a rural area of our region.”

Resigned, Ning Jing got in and asked, ”So where are we heading now?” Jiang Cheng replied, ”To the airport.” Then told the driver their destination in fluent Congolese.

Ning Jing thought she misheard, ”To the airport?”

Jiang Cheng nodded, Ning Jing said, ”Can Zhang Mengmeng’s stuff be brought on a plane?”

On this trip, Zhang Mengmeng had brought a lot of prohibited weapons. Jiang Cheng smiled, ”You’ll find out when we get there.”

In Congo, there’s no speed limit, so the taxi raced down the road, belching black exhaust. Soon, it stopped at Congo airport, only then Ning Jing understood why Jiang Cheng insisted on flying.

Because at Congo airport, there are no security checks. As long as you’re willing to pay for a ticket, you can board with anything.

Even after boarding, Ning Jing muttered under her breath, ”How irresponsible, no safety measures, how can we sit on such a plane?”

Jiang Cheng chuckled, ”But Congo has the least violent crime occurrences in the world.” Hearing Jiang Cheng’s words, Ning Jing closed her mouth, it’s unbelievable to her.

Over two hours later, the plane was over Libya. Through the window, Ning Jing saw a vast stretch of barren desert, endless. She wasn’t unfamiliar with deserts, being in the female sea team, it was routine to train in deserts, but that was at the Hua Family. This time, it was the famous Sahara Desert.

The plane descended lower, and a runway appeared in the desert, a few minutes later, the plane landed smoothly.

This place is located at two degrees south latitude, an archetypal equatorial city. Jiang Cheng and the others deplaned, immediately feeling the dry desert air of the tropics. Ning Jing took a deep breath, feeling her throat extremely dry.

The Sahara Desert is the world’s largest desert except for Antarctica, located in North Africa from the Mediterranean to Sudan Grassland. South of the Atlas Mountains and the Mediterranean (around 35 degrees north) to about the 14-degree north (250 mm) rainfall line. The conditions are extremely harsh, one of the most unsuitable places on earth for biological growth. In Arabic, Sahara means ”great desert”. The Sahara Desert (English name: Sahara Desert) is the sunniest place on earth, also the world’s largest and most harshly conditioned desert.

The airport was very basic, even worse than Billima’s, a few wooden poles and low walls formed an open house, with a thatch cover became the terminal. Breezes blew in from one wall and out the other. Two small planes parked in a corner, looking lonely.

Jiang Cheng and the others followed the crowd out of the airport, Ning Jing was amazed to find that Jiang Cheng and the others seemed very familiar with this place, they didn’t ask any locals for directions, passing through streets to reach a dock.