1249. Rebel
"Tricking you? How about I sell it to you at cost? Eighty yuan a pound, no haggling!"
Li Bai quickly did the math in his head.
Eighty yuan a pound—that was about what chilled pork ribs from a decent brand cost!
As for the "quail egg" in his hand, Li Feng estimated it was worth only a few yuan, ten at most.
His heart stopped racing, his legs stopped trembling, and his breathing steadied. He started getting excited again and cautiously asked, "Give me two pounds to start!"
If Li Bai dared to sell, he dared to buy!
African specialties... Emmmm... They really hit the spot!
No wonder the colonial powers had insisted on turning Africa into their own private preserve, fighting one another in the open and behind the scenes, stirring up so many conflicts and leaving the land devastated, with bodies strewn everywhere.
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After Elisa, Brant, and the others replenished their energy, they were sent out again.
They rode in a tarpaulin-covered truck, jolting along the road.
There were only seventeen "Apostle" warriors in their squad, but the logistics team following behind them numbered over three hundred. Some handled ATP energy supplements, others provided medical support, psychological counseling, equipment repairs, intelligence management, or security. The duties were clearly divided, and nearly every one of them was an expert.
The truth was much the same as what Li Bai's girlfriend had uncovered using her security clearance.
The Americans were indeed developing special warriors with exceptionally high individual combat capabilities.
They had obtained forbidden research materials from defeated Germany and Japan. Over the years, they had conducted several mysterious programs, famous and otherwise, including Project Blue Book, Project Signal, and Project Resentment. There were no secrets that could stay buried forever. Whenever one of these programs attracted