Unarmored

Zhang Yang had actually planned things out very clearly.

Chris's willingness to accompany him on this journey meant, in a sense, that she was prepared to lose her life.

Everything has a price, even life.

Zhang Yang was simply moved by Chris's sincerity and was willing to pay the money in advance.

"Are you sure you want to buy my life?" Chris didn't resist Zhang Yang's actions, but simply said softly, "One million US dollars, is that too expensive?"

"That's reasonable, very much in line with market conditions." Zhang Yang smiled, released Chris's chin, and lowered his hand. "Give me an account number, and I'll arrange for someone to transfer the money. Don't worry, the money will be transferred before we leave."

Mercenaries' wages are far lower than one might imagine.

Many former special forces soldiers receive only a basic salary while working dangerous jobs, with the only significant sum being the death benefit, ranging from hundreds of thousands to a million US dollars.

Chris definitely didn't overcharge.

Chris was stunned, seemingly not expecting Zhang Yang to agree so readily.

"Mr. Zhang, thank you for your trust. If anyone wants to harm you, they'll have to step over my dead body first."

"Do I look... like someone who needs protection?" Zhang Yang asked, half-jokingly. "Do you think I'm weak?"

Chris's eyes swept over Zhang Yang, and then she suddenly smiled.

"Although you have a figure that fascinates women and makes men feel inferior, a good figure does not equate to strength. In my eyes, you still need to be protected."

"Remove armor." Zhang Yang uttered a word that puzzled Chris.

She looked puzzled.

"It seems you didn't understand what I meant." Zhang Yang smiled and explained the meaning of the word.

"I see!" Chris exclaimed in realization. "If you insist on regaining your self-esteem in this regard, I..."

"Remove your armor!" Zhang Yang repeated.

"Okay." Chris gently took off her bulletproof vest, revealing her stunning figure underneath.

"Continue," Zhang Yang said.

Chris obeyed.

She then removed her equipment one by one, hesitated for a moment, and then took off her camouflage short-sleeved shirt.

One by one, they fell and piled up.

Zhang Yang admired the beautiful scenery before him, looking at the towering peaks and lush grass... Wow, is this the advantage of human race? Underneath Chris's clothes, she really does have a devilish figure.

It's the kind of figure that's completely free of any excess fat, sexy and athletic.

"Are you satisfied, Mr. Zhang? Or is there anything else I need to do?"

"Do something else."

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As they galloped away, Zhang Yang effortlessly tamed the wild horse.

In the break room next to the office, the Africa sun shone brightly on his flowing blond hair and his well-defined, smooth back.

"Mr. Zhang, you are indeed as strong as a lion. I take back what I said earlier." Chris turned around and smiled, her bright eyes and white teeth shining, not minding showing her whole self in front of Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang, with his hands behind his arms, basked in the sunlight, his figure as perfect as Ancient Greece god sculpture.

He certainly wasn't trying to prove himself.

Just kidding, only insecure people would be so eager to prove themselves.

He's just... well, he's been in Africa for a while now. In this abject poverty, where even a sow could be mistaken for a beautiful woman, there's a stunning blonde like Chris.

He would naturally look for an opportunity to confront them.

That's perfectly normal and reasonable.

"Go take a shower, I'll arrange for someone to transfer the money to you," Zhang Yang said with a smile. "By the way, who is the person receiving the money?"

"My sister." Chris rose from her bed, completely naked. "She has a rare disease. The newly released drug is very effective, but it's very expensive."

She stood beside Zhang Yang, leaned down, and gave him a passionate kiss filled with gratitude.

"Thank you."

Feeling the heat and exotic charm of this beautiful British woman, Zhang Yang watched her walk into the restroom, then made a phone call to arrange the matter.

One million US dollars... you can't go wrong with that, you won't be cheated.

Chris felt her value lay in providing close protection, or taking a bullet in a critical moment?

But Zhang Yang doesn't actually need these.

All he needed was a weapons advisor, and this advisor had to be a blonde British woman who could help him "solve his problems" anytime, anywhere.

What's a bit ironic is that this one million dollars was actually paid out of the annual security fund of three hundred million dollars.

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For the next few days, everything around the mine was calm and eerily quiet.

Since Zhang Yang refused to send more personnel, the local government has indeed not sent any more. In fact, they have completely withdrawn the police and militia originally deployed on the periphery.

All right.

The local militia and police, though not particularly capable in combat, served as a deterrent, as mentioned before, signaling to surrounding powers that they were under their protection.

These actions undoubtedly send a signal.

The mine is now deserted, and the local government has stopped protecting it.

The mine instantly became like an isolated fortress, watched by countless eyes.

"Are you warning me?" Zhang Yang stood on high ground, looking at the empty surrounding area, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

According to the original mining investment agreement, the local government was obligated to provide protective measures, including but not limited to stationing troops. Now, even the originally deployed protective forces have been withdrawn, which is undoubtedly a breach of the agreement.

Fine, let them withdraw. We'll have to rely on ourselves.

A single punch can ward off a hundred more.

Suddenly, an alarm sounded in the distance.

As far as the eye could see, waves of gaunt, loosely dressed armed men wielding AKs swept in.

There weren't many people, but they were scattered, in small groups.

Looking back, his own security team was rapidly assembling inside the mine.

Apart from the 100 elite members, the remaining 400 newly recruited members have also undergone a complete transformation in their demeanor after this period of training.

A moment later, amidst warning shots, the two groups finally clashed.

Zhang Yang wasn't in a hurry at all.

In his view, these idle armed men who were trying to loot the mine were nothing more than offering themselves up as casualties to his mine protection team, becoming mere tools to hone the combat experience of the team under his command.

The outcome is already known without even seeing it.

Sure enough, the gunfire gradually subsided after only ten minutes.

The outcome is decided.

The complete annihilation was yet another overwhelming victory.

"Mr. Zhang, the armed men who attacked outside have been completely wiped out!" The mine protection team arrived to report the results.

"Well done, keep training," Zhang Yang said with a smile, offering encouragement.

"Yes, Mr. Zhang."

Five hundred people returned to the training field, sweating profusely and making rapid progress.

On such days.

The four hundred newly recruited mine protection team members are either training on the training ground or occasionally going out to repel small groups of armed men who come to attack. In the tempering of guns and fire, everyone is making rapid progress.

It is almost fully formed.

Once fully equipped, his 500-man mine protection team will experience a terrifying boost in combat power.

Zhang Yang often remarked that he was taking on more and more roles.

A super-rich tycoon, entrepreneur, martial arts master, mine owner... Now, he has ventured deep into war-torn Africa to protect his businesses and develop his own armed forces.

No one has a more complicated background than him.

During his time in Africa, he didn't need to worry too much about any of the domestic industries, as they all had their own professional managers, and everything was running smoothly and developing in an orderly manner.

It's quite interesting to think about.

The boss that his employees imagine is probably living a life of luxury, enjoying life, dating, and traveling the world.

But who would have thought that their boss is actually in Africa, in the middle of nowhere? While the living conditions aren't exactly harsh, they certainly can't compare to the extremely abundant material life back home.

That day, Zhang Yang suddenly received a phone call.

Hogni's men have arrived.

Inside the office, Chris was securing a tactical knife to her body and checking her equipment repeatedly, even though she knew she would likely have to hand it over before seeing Hogni.

"Mr. Zhang, I'm all set."

With everything ready, Chris stood tall and proud, exuding an indescribable air of heroism.

On this trip, she was Zhang Yang's nominal bodyguard.

"Alright, let's go." Zhang Yang looked relaxed, showing no sign of about to venture into the lion's den.

The difference was obvious compared to Chris's solemn and serious expression at this moment.

Ultimately, Zhang Yang felt that this trip was just to discuss business, so what was the big deal?

As for the talks breaking down? Or the other party turning hostile?

Okay, it's not impossible, but so what?

Although he was unarmed, he possessed the most terrifying trump card.

A moment later, at the mine gate, Zhang Yang gave a few brief instructions before getting into a military Hummer that had been waiting at the entrance with Chris.

With his 500-strong mine protection team here, there's nothing to worry about unless the attack comes with planes, tanks, and artillery all at once.

As for whether planes and artillery will actually come and cause trouble...?

Even if the local government stands idly by, it cannot allow planes, tanks, and artillery to come and wreak havoc.

"Where to?" Zhang Yang got into the car and looked at the unfamiliar black man driving.

"Mr. Zhang, you'll know the specifics when you get there. I'm just responsible for driving." The black man turned his head slightly, grinning with his white teeth.

Along the way, Zhang Yang strolled leisurely, admiring the boundless, barren yet richly endowed land outside the car window.

Beside her, Chris remained on high alert, constantly on edge, ready to react to any unexpected situations.

But in reality, nothing was said the whole way, and nothing happened.

Zhang Yang thought the journey wouldn't be long, but it wasn't until the Hummer took them to a small airport that he realized everything was just beginning.

At the small airfield, a transport helicopter is waiting.

"Mi-26 Russian-made helicopter," Chris whispered in Zhang Yang's ear. "Mr. Zhang, this is definitely Hogni's style."

Zhang Yang nodded, and without hesitation, walked straight towards the Mi-26.

In a moment, the Mi-26 spiraled up, soaring into the sky and flying towards the vast Africa horizon.

Zhang Yang and Chris sat in the cabin, watching the ground recede into the distance, until they saw the Africa continent in the far distance. For a moment, they had no idea where they were about to fly to.

Everyone says Hogni's whereabouts are kept secret, and now it seems he's being overly cautious.

The flight took several hours.

The landforms have changed several times, from wastelands to Gobi deserts to grasslands.

Below, stretches an endless, dense forest.

Based on this distance and direction, we must have already left Gango territory and flown into the unknown.

"Mr. Zhang, there will be someone on the ground to meet you shortly before you land," the pilot reminded him, turning around.

A moment later, the Mi-26 shuddered slightly and landed steadily.

The hatch opened, and someone immediately came to greet us.

"Mr. Zhang," Daniel, whom I had met recently, greeted me with a smile, "Welcome."

"Hello." Zhang Yang nodded casually, stepped off the helicopter, and glanced at the cars waiting nearby. "So how much longer until I see your boss?"

"You'll see once you get in the car," Daniel said, gesturing for them to get in.

On the bus, another long and bumpy ride ensued.

The road was surrounded by dense trees with no landmarks, and after what seemed like an eternity, the car finally came to a stop.

Ahead in the wilderness and dense forest, a massive building rises from the ground, resembling a bunker. Surrounding the bunker are electric fences, a dense array of cameras, and heavily deployed security personnel.

Zhang Yang glanced around and could see bodyguards with machine guns on guard posts around the building.

The security measures seemed extremely tight, but Zhang Yang only saw a cowardly arms dealer.

This Hogni, who sold arms, fueled unrest on the Africa continent, indirectly causing war and death, and naturally, countless people regarded him as a thorn in their side.

If he doesn't die, many people will have sleepless nights.

"Mr. Zhang, this way please." Daniel got out of the car and led the way.

At the entrance to the massive fortress, security personnel approached and gestured.

"Please leave your weapons behind."

Chris frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment, and then handed over the Colt pistol she was carrying.

"Hand over the dagger as well." The burly security guard glanced at Chris's waist.

Chris took a deep breath, placed her hand on her waist, and hesitated.

For a qualified security guard, being unarmed means a great sense of insecurity. Even if she handed over her gun, she would subconsciously want to keep a tactical knife on her person.

"Chris, give it to him." Zhang Yang glanced at it and gestured with his chin.

"Okay, Mr. Zhang."

Zhang Yang spoke, Chris no longer hesitated. She took out her tactical dagger and handed it to the bodyguard in front of her.

At this moment, she was truly unarmed.

With everything in place, the door opened naturally.

Zhang Yang and Chris stepped into the heavily guarded bunker and headed deeper inside.

Along the way, with Zhang Yang's six senses and five senses, he could naturally feel many eyes being cast on him, and even gun barrels aimed at him from places he couldn't see.

He smiled subtly.

If he wanted to, he could remove all those targets aimed at him in an instant, even without using the Injury-Free Card.

He cannot absolutely dodge bullets.

However, to some extent, he can demonstrate the ability to dodge bullets.