The Gold Medal Toolman of Quick Transmigration

Chapter 171 What is it that you love (29)

A year later, Africa.

Shui Miaomiao sat in the back of the truck, unscrewed the kettle and took a sip, when someone said to her: "Hi! You've had a good harvest recently."

Someone next to him stopped him: "I think you'd better leave her alone. She is the daughter of death."

Shui Miaomiao pretended she didn't hear anything, turned on the kettle and closed her eyes.

It has been a year since she came here, and she has traveled almost all the war-torn areas.

In Sudan, Arabs and blacks can fight anytime and anywhere.

In Nigeria, the three ethnic groups are in conflict with each other. Today you beat me, tomorrow I beat you, and the day after tomorrow you beat him again.

Not to mention Somalia, it is famous far and wide.

In Chad, the Sara people in the south and the Tubu people in the north are also fighting hard.

Angola, Rwanda, Burundi, and Congo all have armed conflicts of different scales, large and small.

After traveling to so many places, Shui Miaomiao discovered that the poorer the place, the more backward the rule of law and the worse the government's credibility.

For their own benefit, many people encouraged ordinary people to take up arms against the government, making the already unstable situation even more chaotic.

For a year, Shui Miaomiao stayed in the mercenary team, followed various employers, and saw all the ugliness in her eyes.

The more she watched, the sadder she felt.

Obviously, many conflicts can be completely avoided, but in order to gain profits, capital not only does not prevent them, but also encourages the opposing parties to go to war.

For capital, the more chaotic an area is, the more weapons and equipment they need, and they can take the opportunity to make more money.

During this year, Shui Miaomiao learned and became proficient in the use, maintenance, disassembly and installation of various firearms, and also learned how to make bombs.

He even learned to drive ships and planes, not to mention skydiving.

In order to train herself, she did not use martial arts for half a year, but chose to follow the mercenary team and learn their moves.

A one-hit fatal move.

Simple, efficient, brutal, and practical.

I ended the contract with an employer yesterday, and I rushed to another place with my companion today, and I have a new client.

After arriving, Shui Miaomiao unexpectedly saw a familiar face, Song Yu.

The other party also saw her, but she had changed so much that she didn't dare to recognize her for a while.

Hiding is impossible, Shui Miaomiao walked over with a smile: "Long time no see."

Only then did Song Yu dare to confirm: "Miaomiao?"

"it's me."

Song Yu looked her up and down: "You have changed a lot."

"The life of licking blood with the tip of a knife will definitely change people."

Shui Miaomiao did not exaggerate.

Although she has kung fu, the battlefield is changing rapidly, and the bullets have no eyes. No one knows at which moment and from which angle a bullet will be fired.

If you want to survive, you must not only rely on strength, but also rely on luck.

Song Yu said cautiously: "Luo Zheng will go crazy looking for you, you"

Shui Miaomiao withdrew her smile: "We're still friends without mentioning him."

Song Yu changed the subject helplessly: "What are you?"

"A client needs 100 mercenaries, and I'm here to make money."

Song Yu frowned: "I'm here for this too."

"You?" Shui Miaomiao was taken aback: "You quit a long time ago, why?"

Song Yu pulled her aside with a solemn expression: "I brought 20 people here, and I heard that this time is very dangerous."

"I heard that too."

"Come back with me?" Song Yu tried her best to persuade her, "It's not safe for you to fight outside, as a woman."

"I have my own arrangements."

Shui Miaomiao persuaded him in turn: "You go back, your wife needs someone to take care of her."

Song Yu wanted to say more when Shui Miaomiao's agent came over, speaking in blunt Chinese: "Sanshui! Long time no see."

Shui Miaomiao waved to Song Yu and walked up to him: "I spoke to them several times before, but"

"I know, You don't have to worry about it."

Since she didn't need to worry about it, she didn't bother to worry about it: "OK."

When the 100 mercenaries gathered, Shui Miaomiao should leave with the group.

Song Yu watched her flip into the truck, but couldn't keep her.

The car roared away, leaving only billowing smoke and dust.

Song Yu immediately called Luo Zheng.

At this time, Luo Zheng's time zone was still seven o'clock in the morning, and he had just sat down for breakfast.

After connecting, Song Yu's anxious voice came from inside: "I met Miaomiao, she is in Africa."

Luo Zheng stood up abruptly, knocking over the porridge bowl: "Are you sure it's her?"

"Okay, I said a few words to her."

Luo Zheng's voice was trembling with excitement: "Give her the phone"

"She's gone."

"Tell me the location, and I'll go there right away."

Luo Zheng's thinking was quite simple, but war-torn areas were not something he could go to whenever he wanted.

By the time he finished all the formalities and rushed over, half a month had passed.

Shui Miaomiao ended the last business order, and there is no news.

Unfamiliar with the place, Luo Zheng really had no choice but to call Song Yu for help.

"Aren't you capable of cash?"

Luo Zheng didn't understand.

"Forget it if you're stupid." Song Yu gave him an idea: "Recruit mercenaries with a lot of money. For the sake of money, Miaomiao might come."

After the news was released, Shui Miaomiao actually appeared three days later.

Luo Zheng stared blankly at her, speechless for a long time.

The hair is still short, but it is much tanned and the skin is much rougher.

It's even more difficult to take your eyes off.

Shui Miaomiao was much more normal than him, and when she saw him, she knew it was time to go back.

"Miaomiao."

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Shui Miaomiao put down the HK M27 casually, greeted Luo Zheng with a smile, her teeth looked particularly white.

"I'm not married to her."

Although they didn't say it clearly, both of them knew who they were talking about.

Shui Miaomiao hooked the corner of her mouth: "It's not important anymore."

Thousands of words rolled in Luo Zheng's mind, but when they reached his mouth, they turned into one sentence: "Come home with me, okay?"

"Well, I've stayed long enough, it's time to go back."

It's just that Luo Zheng didn't know that what Shui Miaomiao said was going back was completely different from what he said in his heart.

Before going back, Shui Miaomiao still has something to do.

She took in many homeless orphans and bought a yard to house them in a relatively safe area.

Going back this time should be able to complete the task, and then she will leave this world, but it is not clear what will happen to these children.

To be on the safe side, Shui Miaomiao asked Luo Zheng to help, and spent a lot of money to get them to Europe, and gave them official identities to ensure that they could live a normal life.

If the investigation wasn't too strict, Shui Miaomiao would have wanted to bring them back to China.

Unfortunately not.

Everything is properly arranged, Shui Miaomiao has no regrets in this world, just waiting to complete the task.

I just don't know if Luo Zheng has developed any other feelings during the year she left.

But she doesn't care anymore.

If Luo Zheng didn't want to, even if he pointed a gun at him, he would have to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to go through the formalities.

On the way back to China, no matter whether he was flying or taking a car, Luo Zheng always held Shui Miaomiao's hand and stared at her closely, for fear that she would disappear if he let go.

This year, as Song Yu said, he really went crazy.

She never expected that she would hide in the war-torn land.

Fortunately, I finally found her.

This time, she will never be disappointed again.

And Shui Miaomiao slept all the way, not knowing how hot and affectionate Luo Zheng looked at her.

(End of this chapter)