If possible, you can continue to ask for help in this task.

Looking out the window, Gu Ren's gaze was as sharp as the night view of the Sudan capital.

He took out his cell phone and called Barney, who was far away in the United States.

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

"No one answered?" Gu Ren looked at the screen in confusion. The number showed that no one answered. After thinking about it, he turned to call Thor.

This time someone took it.

Gu Ren asked directly: "Hi Thor, why can't the captain's phone call be reached?"

Thor, who was wiping the glass in the boiling bar, had his mobile phone clamped on his shoulder and asked curiously: "Barney? Yesterday he came to me and told me that something needs to be handled. The phone may not be able to be connected these days. What? Is there something wrong with you?"

"I have a mission here. If the captain is not here, then forget it."

The captain Barney is usually responsible for the task of the suicide squad. Since the person is not here now, it is not easy for Gu Ren to make decisions without authorization and let the suicide squad come to help.

Thor frowned and said, "Task? What mission?"

“A mission in Africa.”

"Is that group of mercenaries you asked me last time?"

"almost."

Gu Ren couldn't tell Thor what the mission was this time, after all, this mission was related to Long Xiaoyun and the others.

Thor said: "If you need it, I can provide you with some help, but it may not work if you want people. You know the rules of the suicide squad."

"I understand, I will contact you if I need it." Gu Ren smiled. He naturally knew the rules of the suicide squad. The team members could not take on the mission on behalf of the suicide squad in private.

"I will tell him about this when the captain comes back."

"Um."

After hanging up the phone, Gu Ren looked at the address book on his mobile phone, hesitated for a while, and called Brian, who was working at Ossos.

Judging from the movie, there are many enemies this time, in addition to the Dad's Employment Group, there is also the Red Turban Army. Even if these people have average combat effectiveness, the number of people is too large, and with professional mercenary command like Dad, as long as firepower suppression is formed, it will be difficult for him to lead Dr. Chen to break through.

For the sake of the present, I can only recruit as many trustworthy helpers as possible.

...

The next morning.

Gu Ren walked out of the elevator entrance with a small black bag.

As soon as I arrived at the lobby, the front desk lady stepped forward and said, "Sir, your car has been arranged."

As a customer of hotel suites, the hotel will provide car rental services.

"Yeah." Gu Ren smiled politely and followed the black girl at the front desk to the gate of the Labuda Hotel. He saw a black Chevrolet business car parked next to him.

A young black guy who looked strong was standing next to the car. When he saw the girl and Gu Ren coming out, he immediately said enthusiastically: "Hello sir, my name is Blu, I am very happy to serve you."

"Hello Bru." When Gu Ren shook hands with the young man, he suddenly noticed that the other party's eyes were staring at the small black backpack on his hand. He raised his eyebrows slightly and said with a smile: "Then let's go? This is my first time in Sudan? I was thinking of taking a good look at the scenery here."

"Of course it's no problem sir, I will take you to experience the best scenery in our Sudan."

The black guy smiled? Under the morning sunlight, two rows of white-looking teeth were exposed.

Immediately, the two got into the car? Bru turned around and asked, "Sir, do you want to go there first?"

Gu Ren said: "Are you a local? It's up to you."

Bru thought for a while and said, "Then let's go to the National Museum to see what's going on? Where is the largest and oldest museum in Sultan? The collections inside include ancient relics from the ancient Stone Age to the 7th century Sultan."

"It sounds very good, so go to the museum first."

Gu Ren nodded. He had no idea about the country of Sudan at all. Although he had read a little introduction before coming? But more of it was geography? He hadn't paid much attention to the humanities and culture here.

"OK!"

Bru twisted the keys and started the engine. The car made a buzzing sound and slowly drove out of the square at the entrance of the hotel and headed straight for the National Museum two kilometers away.

As the car drifts away? Beside the flower bed in the corner of the hotel, a black man wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt? After watching the car go away, he immediately took out his cell phone from his pocket? "Bru and the others are leaving! He will contact you to meet there at that time."

...

Two hours later, it was past twelve o'clock in the afternoon? At the entrance of the National Museum? Gu Ren walked out? He shook his head as he walked.

This museum is really shabby. It is hard to imagine a national museum that is built in a scale of only the size of a general university library. There are many collections in it, but most of them are pottery products. Not only is the unique shape, but the pottery burning skills are also bad.

Anyway, Gu Ren thinks that even a teenager can burn a pottery product that is better than the collection inside. As for why the Sudan Museum collects these, maybe this is art!

Bru followed closely behind and shouted, "Sir, do we want to find a restaurant to eat?"

"Is there anything to eat nearby?" Gu Ren glanced at the surroundings. There were many shops on the streets near the National Museum, but most of them sold some handmade souvenirs.

Bru's eyes lit up and said, "I know a restaurant! It is the best restaurant in the whole of Sudan."

“Where?”

"It's a bit far away, and it may take half an hour to drive, but I promise that it is the best restaurant in Sudan!" After contacting in the morning, Bru also had a simple understanding of Gu Ren, so he knew that this was a rich and indifferent person.

"Drive for half an hour?"

Gu Ren pretended to show hesitation. This made Blu feel anxious. When he was about to speak and continue to blow the delicious restaurant in his mouth, Gu Ren shook his head and said, "Forget it, just make some food nearby. I have to hurry up and go to the slum in the afternoon."

"Go...go to the slum!"

Before, when he was upset that Gu Ren would not go to the restaurant he mentioned, he suddenly heard that he was going to the chaotic slum in the afternoon. Bru almost shouted out excitedly on the spot, suppressing his inner excitement, and tremblingly said: "First... sir, are you going to the slum in the afternoon?"

"Well, I have to go there to deal with something. I won't say anything anymore. I'll find a place to eat. My stomach is almost starving to death."

Gu Ren said as he quickly walked into the business car. Bru picked up his cell phone and sent a text message, and hurriedly followed him.

…

Soon, after a lunch, the two drove straight to the Eastern District of Sudan.

The East District is the largest slum in Sudan, where more than 30,000 poor people with annual incomes of less than 100 US dollars are living. Their daily expenses, even education, medical care, and health are all dependent on international aid.

Although countries around the world have brought aid funds and programs such as education, medical care, and health, people living here still live a life worse than death. Often, after eating, they have no next meal, and can only lie in a dilapidated tent waiting for the next UN assistance.

Looking at the blocking line composed of wooden boards and barbed wire in front, Gu Ren frowned and said, "Are you coming soon?"

"Yes, after passing the previous blockade line, we arrived at the East District. Recently, a very terrible virus appeared there. The government forces blocked the entire slum."

Bru continues to play the role of the driver with honesty.

Blocked? Gu Ren asked: "Can you get in?"

Bru said: "Of course, blockade is just blocking the poor people inside. Generally, foreigners like you, can enter and exit freely."

Soon, the car reached the blockade of the slums.

At this time, two government troops holding AK walked to the side of the car. After saying a few words to the other party in local language, Blu turned around and said, "Sir, the other party wants us to buy masks, otherwise we will not be allowed to go in."

"Ask him how much." Gu Ren said as he took out his wallet from his pocket and pulled out a ten dollars.

Blu looked at the thick wallet greedily, turned his head and chatted with the government army for a few words, and said, "The other party said five dollars each!"

"Five dollars per mask? Haha, it's really expensive." Gu Ren smiled and handed the ten dollars to Bru, asking him to hand it over to the government army.

...
Chapter completed!