Fully Armed

Zhang Yang glanced at him but didn't say anything.

Hogni swallowed hard and continued, "As long as... as long as I can escape, once you get back, I'll arrange it. I'll send the stuff to you using military transport planes; I have logistics routes all over Africa."

"So what if you have shipping routes all over Africa? You still got raided by an armed group, didn't you?" Zhang Yang said with a half-smile. "Oh, right, I forgot to ask, the equipment they used in this attack, you didn't sell it to them, did you?"

"They will pay the price!" Hogni said through gritted teeth.

Zhang Yang ignored Hogni, but noticed Chris standing to the side, occasionally touching the dried bloodstains on her face.

The aftershocks of the explosion, along with the flying sand and stones, left several shallow cuts on her face.

Chris is a former member of the Royal Marines, so she's naturally not that delicate.

However, she is also a woman.

No woman is indifferent to her appearance.

"Let me see," Zhang Yang said.

Chris was taken aback, then stood still obediently, letting Zhang Yang scrutinize her face.

"Mr. Zhang, it's alright, this isn't considered an injury for us."

She said, trying to sound casual.

"Hmm..." Zhang Yang took out the Ice Skin Ointment from the system's chat box. "Don't move, let me put some on you."

Although Chris has quite a few injuries on her face, none of them are deep. This Ice Skin Ointment should only need to be applied once.

"Is this a traditional plaster from your country?" Chris looked at the antique-looking medicine bottle and asked curiously in a soft voice.

"Okay, all done." Zhang Yang hummed in agreement. "Can you feel it?"

"It's a little cool, but it feels very comfortable."

"That's good. You can wash it off once you don't feel anything anymore," Zhang Yang said casually as he put away the Ice Skin Ointment. "It shouldn't leave scars?"

Chris's eyes widened slightly, revealing an undisguised surprise.

The three of them traversed the dense forest from day to night, finally stopping at the foot of a hill under the starlight.

This hill stands out starkly in the dense forest.

"Great, Mr. Zhang, we're saved!" Hogni exclaimed with joy. "This is my other base. It's rudimentary, but it has everything."

We went through the cave, opened the safety door, and sure enough, there was a hidden world inside.

The interior was sparsely decorated, but it had everything it needed: food, supplies, weapons, and a satellite phone for external communication.

Hogni finally managed to contact someone using a satellite phone.

"Now, immediately, right now... I don't want to wait even a minute longer!"

"Damn it, I'm going to make those bastards pay when I get back!"

Hogni roared on the phone.

Zhang Yang and Chris found a place to sit down, quietly looking around and taking a break.

Hogni's base is clearly a survival base, abandoning all unnecessary frills; everything exists solely for the purpose of survival.

Full-band satellite phone.

Drinking water.

Compressed biscuits, dry rations, a generator... a person could hide here forever.

"Mr. Zhang, this is my real hiding place. The bunker is just a cover." Hogni smiled and opened the liquor cabinet. "Of course, there's plenty of liquor and cigars."

He took out the wine and glasses, and poured two glasses.

"Mr. Zhang, let's celebrate! Let's celebrate our escape!"

"You can celebrate by yourself," Zhang Yang said, glancing at the glass but not taking it.

To be honest, if he hadn't wanted to use Hogni to leave more easily, he would have killed this guy long ago.

When he pulled out a gun and pointed it at himself.

Hogni felt awkward for a moment, then awkwardly started drinking his wine, not daring to say a word.

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In the middle of the night, a faint rumbling sound could be heard from outside.

"Coming, coming, Mr. Zhang, quick!" Hogni exclaimed with delight.

Zhang Yang opened his eyes and stood up with Chris.

The three then left the escape base hidden in the hills.

A helicopter hovered in the night.

The powerful winds howled relentlessly, causing the surrounding trees to sway wildly from side to side. The helicopter hovered in the sky, unable to land, and had to lower its ladder.

The three climbed onto the helicopter one after another.

Then, the dense forest receded into the distance, and the sky drew ever closer...

The following morning, at a heavily guarded military transport airport, Zhang Yang and Chris boarded a military transport plane returning to Gango.

"Mr. Zhang, five hundred sets of individual soldier equipment, and everything else you requested, are all here. I will arrange for a transport plane to deliver them as soon as possible. Please wait for my good news!" Hogni patted his chest repeatedly to assure him.

"Not taking a single penny is a gift from me to you."

His attentiveness was certainly for a reason.

Firstly, Zhang Yang did indeed save his life.

Secondly, everyone instinctively admires the strong and power, so when faced with someone who can fight against an entire army by himself, he naturally only has the desire to befriend them.

"Whatever," Zhang Yang said, not taking it to heart.

He can no longer place his hopes on Hogni; perhaps seeking help from other arms dealers would be a good idea.

Those individual soldier equipment are not irreplaceable, nor are they unique to him.

Moments later, the transport plane took off with a roar and soared into the sky.

Later that evening, Zhang Yang and Chris finally landed safely in Gango and returned to the heavily guarded mine.

This trip, thankfully, ended without any major incidents.

It may seem like I was only gone for a few days, but it was actually a terrifying experience; no one would believe it if I told them.

This was the first time Zhang Yang had fully unleashed his combat power and used the system's items. At this moment, he finally had a basic understanding of his own strength.

When he was fighting desperately, he alone could unleash the fighting power of a small army.

If someone really wanted to scheme to get rid of him, it wouldn't be impossible, but it would mean paying a huge price.

It's comparable to fighting a small war.

Training field sidelines.

With nothing to do, Zhang Yang sat on a deck chair under a parasol, watching the mine protection team train in the distance.

The dedicated training from one hundred elite soldiers, coupled with the practical experience gained from the occasional attacks by small groups of armed men, has enabled this newly recruited mine protection team to make rapid progress in their skills. Their individual combat abilities now far surpass those of the ragtag groups on the Africa continent.

"English black tea." Chris gently bent down to serve the teacup, her gaze towards Zhang Yang occasionally revealing a hint of admiration.

She wore less and less of her combat uniform and more and more of her everyday clothes, her seriousness and heroic spirit fading away, leaving only the unique charm of a British beauty.

"Thank you." Zhang Yang took a sip.

English black tea is quite famous, but ultimately, it originated in the East.

If I had to give a critique, it would be that I only learned the basics.

With a black tea base, milk, and sugar added, it's just a milk tea dessert. Any milk tea shop in China with its tea base can easily outperform the so-called English black tea.

However, seeing Chris's expectant look, Zhang Yang naturally didn't want to spoil her mood.

"How about it?"

"Not bad, it tastes pretty good." Zhang Yang put down his teacup.

Chris immediately beamed with joy.

"Regarding arms, do you have any other connections? Have you made any contact for me?" Zhang Yang chatted with Chris.

Now, he has made Chris his arms consultant.

"These are a few." Chris gently squatted down beside Zhang Yang's legs, showing him her recent work results.

It must be said that Hogni, as a major arms dealer in Africa, has truly extraordinary resources at his disposal.

Regarding the individual combat equipment that Zhang Yang needed, they asked several companies, but none of them could provide all of it. Even if they could barely manage to gather about 70-80%, they would still have to wait, and Zhang Yang would need to pay in advance.

The credibility is not high.

If we're talking about the most untrustworthy, then it has to be Hogni.

They promised to give him a batch of weapons for free.

Zhang Yang inwardly scorned her, then touched Chris's blonde hair as she squatted beside him. "Come on, let's go talk in detail."

Upon hearing this, Chris looked up at her sculpted, fair face, a hint of infatuation flashing in her eyes.

"It's my pleasure to serve you."

A room on the side of the office.

Zhang Yang, revealing his incredibly strong and perfectly sculpted upper body, stood up and went to open the window for some fresh air.

The bed behind me was soaking wet, as if a glass of water had been overturned.

Chris lay face down on the bed, lightly covered with a blanket. Her long, slender, and powerful legs looked like they could adapt to any position or movement.

To put it bluntly, it's about tolerance for C.

"What's this?" Zhang Yang stood by the window, feeling the strong wind blowing through the mine, looked at the unfamiliar number in his hand, and then answered it.

A voice that sounded both familiar and unfamiliar came through the phone.

"Mr. Zhang, everything is ready. Your things will arrive tonight."

After a long while, Zhang Yang put down his phone, his eyes filled with surprise.

The caller was Hogni.

He has already prepared all the weapons he needed, and tonight a military transport plane will land in Gango and deliver them directly to him free of charge.

They actually kept their promise?

Zhang Yang muttered to himself and couldn't help but laugh.

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It's midnight at a civilian cargo airport.

An Ilyushin Il-76 transport plane was quietly parked at the airport.

"Mr. Zhang, we meet again." Hogni got off the plane with a big smile on his face.

This time, this coward actually came to deliver the supplies in person.

Zhang Yang wasn't the kind of person to hold grudges or hold grudges. At this moment, he naturally let bygones be bygones and shook hands with him.

Hogni sent over the packing list.

"This..." Zhang Yang glanced at it, slightly surprised.

Hogni actually delivered the full set of the five hundred individual combat gear sets that he had modified.

This thing is used by the most elite special forces. Hogni really has connections; he actually managed to get his hands on it.

In addition, there are various individual soldier firepower equipment, individual soldier missiles, all types of firearms, and a huge amount of ammunition.

The total value of these items far exceeds three hundred million. Moreover, Hogni repeatedly claimed he didn't want any money.

Zhang Yang felt a little embarrassed about getting such a good deal.

"So much?"

"More than enough to arm an army to the teeth," Hogni laughed. "With these, not only will those ignorant militants give you a wide berth, but even General Zabol of Salito Province will have to show you respect."

"Zabol," Zhang Yang muttered to himself, having never dealt with this local warlord before.

The Salito Province covers an area of over 80,000 square kilometers and has a population of over five million. It is rich in mineral resources.

Although it is called a province, its overall strength may not be weaker than some small Africa countries.

General Zabol, a powerful warlord who held both military and political power in the entire Salito Province, commanded tens of thousands of troops and was a true local emperor.

Moreover, since Salito Province is a mining powerhouse, Zabol is naturally not short of money. His army's equipment and strength, while not necessarily the most advanced, are certainly not outdated. They have everything: airplanes, artillery, armored vehicles, and tanks.

Such a person is indeed a truly formidable individual.

However, even though he had had unpleasant experiences with local officials, Zhang Yang was not afraid.

Ultimately, he always played within the rules. Arming his mine protection team was merely for his own protection; he had no intention of taking over territory or becoming an anti-government force.

The two sides, after all, did not completely break off relations.

"The money will be transferred to your account." Zhang Yang glanced at Hogni and instructed his men to prepare to unload the goods.

To transport the munitions back, he brought all the large transport trucks from the mine for easier transport.

"Mr. Zhang, this is..." Hogni quickly declined.

"I'll only give you 300 million; consider the rest your thank-you gift." Zhang Yang waved his hand. "Take it, and let's continue our cooperation next year."

In a short while, all one hundred mine security team members he brought sprang into action and began unloading the cargo.

Hogni stood by with his hands hanging down, finally scratching his long beard, and accepted the offer with obvious embarrassment.

As night fell, heavy trucks broke through the darkness and returned to the mine one after another.

Inside the huge warehouse, all the military equipment was unpacked and inventoried, and everything matched the list perfectly.

The Vanguard Security personnel stared in disbelief at the military equipment scattered on the ground before them.

Top-tier.

Only the top-tier items remain.

What you see before you is enough equipment to arm an elite army and give that army considerable combat power.

To be honest, these Vanguard Security personnel are somewhat superfluous to be staying at the mine right now.

There's nothing I can do with it.

Putting aside other things, during the first two attacks by armed forces, they did try their best to stop them, firing shots to try and repel them, but they couldn't withstand the mine's security team coming up and wiping out the attackers in no time.

Equipped with these now, they're practically like active-duty special forces!

"Try changing them all," Zhang Yang ordered.

Immediately, the five hundred mine protection team members sprang into action, donning individual combat gear, various top-of-the-line auxiliary tools, and firearms.

Then, five hundred mine protection soldiers, equipped with top-of-the-line individual combat gear, lined up neatly in front of Zhang Yang.

In that instant, a powerful aura swept over us.

This kind of deterrent power.

Ordinary militants wouldn't even have the courage to resist, let alone attack, let alone fight back.

Not to mention the various standard individual soldier equipment nearby, such as rocket launchers, Vulcan Gatling, and even man-portable missiles...

It's true that they've won so much they're numb.