<h4>Chapter 944: The Land of Chaos</h4>


    Trantor: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio


    Li Du said in disdain, “What gueri? It was obviously a rebel army. A group of idiots,


    indiscriminately killing innocent people, who deserved to be removed by the government


    forces.”


    “This is what happens in Congo and Zambia. To live here, you have to be ready for


    battle at any time,” said Wang Zhongshi with a wry smile.


    Having said this, he raised his shirt and revealed a ck holster hanging from his waist.


    Li Du shook his head and said, “This ce is too dangerous. I don’t know what kind of


    life you have spent in Congo during these years. Why are you still here? Wouldn’t it be


    nice to go home?”


    Wang Zhongshi took a deep breath, shook his head and said, “Congo is dangerous. But


    once you get used to life here, you will understand this ce is better than home.”


    Li Du did not mean to preach, but he was scared, and subconsciously wanted to


    persuade Wang Zhongshi to get away from this country.


    The scene in the airport was still fresh in his mind. He estimated that about 40 to 50


    people were killed or injured in the attack, with deaths making up at least half of that


    number.


    After he briefly described the situation, Wang Zhongshi said easily, “Oh, the guerri


    fighters are really weasel rats, one worse than the other.”


    Li Du was surprised. “What does that mean?”


    Wang Zhongshiughed. “They did not make much of a mess, only a few dozens were


    dead and injured. It is no big deal. It was almost the same when we had a fight in the


    mine.”


    Li Du was shocked. Is Congo so dangerous?


    Li Du asked, “Is the security here that bad? Such chaos? I haven’t seen any news at


    home or in the United States, and I thought Africa was safe.”


    Wang Zhongshi lit a cigarette, took a puff and said, “You know the Rwandan Genocide


    killed millions of people, right?”


    Li Du nodded. Wang Zhongshi said, “That was a major event, wasn’t it? Let me ask you,


    in the States or our home country, how many people know about this matter?”


    Not waiting for Li Du’s answer, he smiled sadly and said, “Not many, huh? No one cares


    about Africa. The world has abandoned this ce.”


    Hearing this, the two young men who came with him could not help but take out their


    cigarettes and light them up. Obviously, they felt very miserable about this.


    Wang Zhongshi came over and wanted to take Li Du to his mine. The mine was only


    about 100 kilometers away from the airport, and they would reach it in half an hour at a


    good speed.


    After the terrorist attack at the airport, however, Li Du was not in the mood to go


    anywhere. He needed a rest in the hotel. Thus, Wang Zhongshi asked the middle-aged


    driver to go out to buy wine and food, and they ate in the hotel.


    Li Du was a foodie. Before he came to Africa, he studied local specialties and


    delicacies.


    Although Africa had was terribly unsafe, one thing was well known. There is plenty of


    delicious foods here. In some ces, the ingredients are in abundance, and people do


    not need to work hard to get enough to eat.


    It is because of this that some Africans have developed the habit of beingzy and living


    a leisurely life.


    There were no housing areas around the airport, and the food the driver bought was


    nothing extraordinary, like steak, fried fish, fried meat, etc.


    However, one of the fried meats was interesting. It was the famous local crocodile meat.


    Sophie politely refused to eat the crocodile meat, shook her head and said, “I don’t want


    to ruin everyone’s dinner, but crocodiles have a lot of parasites in their bodies. Some


    parasite eggs are resistant to high temperatures, so frying them may not kill them.”


    Wang Zhongshi said with augh, “Local crocodile meat is cooked with experience. It is


    soaked in a kind of herbal solution to kill insects, then frozen and fried. It is safe.”


    Li Du felt as if he was still looking at all those dead bodies, and had no interest in meat.


    He took some fruit instead.


    Congo was rich in all kinds of fruits, such as bananas, pineapples, watermelons,


    mangoes, oranges. Even in winter, there were still many kinds of fruit for sale.


    The driver was very efficient. He bought a lot of food.


    When Li Du took the fruit, he chose a pineapple, and the tail of the pineapple was cut


    open. When it was opened, he saw a dish simr to pineapple rice, but richer, with


    cream and shrimps in it.


    Wang Zhongshi asked Li Du why he came. Li Du felt that he should not trust others


    easily, and kept a certain guarded attitude. He said, “Winston Group has a lot of


    business in South Africa. I came here on their behalf to have a look at some mines.”


    Remembering that Wang Zhongshi had been in Congo for many years, he had a


    thought and asked, “Brother Wang, do you have diamond mines there? If you have one,


    we can cooperate. The price would be good.”


    Wang Zhongshi gave a wry smile. “You think highly of me, but we mine copper and iron


    ore. We can’t afford to have diamond and gold mines.”


    “Copper and iron ore mining are troublesome. The profit would be less, but the local rich


    peoples have no interest in it. If those were diamonds and gold, they would kill us and


    take over the mine,” said a man eating a crocodile skewer.


    That reminded Li Du that he was not in a developed country like Australia. He was in


    Africa, where the order was maintained by fists and force.


    After two days of emergency repair at the airport, one of the least damaged runways


    was repaired, and Li Du and his gang decided to leave despite their rush to South


    Africa.


    South Africa was not a secure area since ck rule began, but it was much better


    governed than ces like Congo. At the very least, there were no guerris or rebels.


    Congo was separated from South Africa by two countries, Zambia and Zimbabwe.


    Zimbabwe was also in a very bad situation at that time. Wang Zhongshi told that he had


    been there once. Zimbabwe’s mary system had copsed and the economy was


    doomed.


    As it happened, the country was suffering from a severe drought. Food was scarce and


    the country was in chaos. Some poor people even ate patties made of earth to stave off


    their hunger.


    Wang Zhongshi warned Li Du not to go to Zimbabwe, where locals would try to rob


    outsiders by any means they could. For the locals, yellow-skinned people like them


    were like walking wallets.


    After this series of events, Li Du’s vision of Africa had dissipated and he just wanted to


    arrive in South Africa safely.


    Fortunately, the violence at the airport had been the end of their bad luck, and the ne


    made it all the way to Johannesburg, Africa’s golden city.


    Having just experienced the chaos of Congo and the poverty of Zimbabwe, Li Du and


    the others felt slightly ufortable when they arrived in Johannesburg.


    Johannesburg was thergest city and economic capital of South Africa. The whole city


    was modern and prosperous. It was as noisy and bustling as a big city in Europe or


    America. The buildings had many different features and styles of architecture.


    Cole got in touch with the man they were about to meet, Coffey the lion hunter. His


    name was actually a long one, followed by a series of other names, but its pronunciation


    was so odd that Li Du could not remember it.


    The lion hunter, a local tycoon, arranged a Lincoln to pick them up.


    As the car entered the city, Li Du and the others looked at Johannesburg, which was


    like an American city with tall buildings, heavy traffic with white and ck people all


    around the streets.