People are curious, especially when a person thinks he is strong enough and has enough power to control everything.

I drove alone in a Ford SUV out of the sequence of sharp knives and drove alone to Addis Ababa, the capital of central Ethiopia, in the middle of the night.

Ethiopia is politically stable but economically backward, with cars driving through the streets of Addis Ababa, which is dark before dawn, and almost all of the streets are silent in darkness, except for a few streets with less bright street lights.

To my surprise, the city is very safe. Even at night, I didn't notice any criminal activity.

I followed the navigation through the city and followed the not-so-flat road to Addis Ababa International Airport. I easily found the lockers at the airport where I stored my luggage and belongings at the address that the scientist called Ivanovich said.

I looked at the surveillance cameras installed on both sides of the locker and stood in front of the locker pretending to be picking up my luggage. The locker here is still the same old-fashioned mechanical lock, and I pretend to be looking for a number plate, easily open the lock in a minute, take out the thick stack of handwritten information in the delivery bag, and calmly leave the airport.

"Ivanovich?" General Rahman said with some uncertainty when he heard the name of the Russian I said, "I'll check it for you now, I seem to have heard this name somewhere." ”

I found a four-star hotel near the airport to check in, and when I got back to my room, I carefully locked the door and took out the handwritten information. I don't know anything about the Russian language, but it is not difficult to see from the various graphic images depicted in the manuscript that it seems to have something to do with some kind of flying machine.

That's when Rahman's phone rang.

Ivanovich is the chief aircraft aerodynamic layout expert of the Russian National Military Industrial Research Institute, and he presided over the research and design of the aerodynamic layout of the Su-35B heavy fighter currently in service in the Russian Air Force. Speaking of this, Rahman asked a little strangely: "This person disappeared more than a year ago during an academic exchange in Europe, because of this incident, relations between Europe and Russia were very tense for a time. Why, do you see this man?"

General Rahman is an invisible ally of the Huaxia military, and General Li Dong'an, who has been in secret contact with him, belongs to the same camp as me. If this matter is to be contacted domestically, it is safer to go through the powerful Egyptian military.

"I got some of his stuff on my hands by accident, but the man is dead. He was held in a cell for a gang of robbers who were supposed to have no idea of his identity. Can you keep this information safe?"

"That's fine. Rahman smiled and said: "You want me to assure you that this information will not be leaked to a third party, don't you worry, my friend, you have received professional training and should know that some top-secret information is not something that a small African country like us can play with, and top players like your country and the United States and Russia don't like wall-to-wall grass, do they?"

"I'll leave these documents in the hotel, and you can send someone, preferably your lieutenant, to pick them up. "As long as you don't get targeted at such inconspicuous information, no one will notice it even if it's thrown on the street. Stored in a hotel, I'm not worried that anyone will recognize it.

Basically, my contacts with China are through third parties, or I have left secret messages in hotels in major cities in several African countries in advance, so as to ensure that I will not be noticed by certain hostile forces in China to the greatest extent.

After finalizing the details with General Rahman, I went to the four-star hotel near the airport, opened the room, stuffed the sealed materials into the cistern of the toilet in the room, hung a 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the door outside the hotel, and left calmly after everything was ready.

Following the navigation's guidance, I arrived at the border between Ethiopia and South Sudan at dawn, facing the majestic and magnificent morning sun of Africa.

South Sudan is at war, and the rebels, armed with government forces, and mercenaries representing various forces are in full swing throughout the country, and black smoke can be seen in the sky not far from the border.

South Sudan's border crossings are even more lenient than Ethiopia's, and a few soldiers just randomly checked their passports and documents, and then took the dollars and let them go directly. But they will tell you that South Sudan is at war, and any attempt to finance the enemy will be severely cracked down by government forces.

South Sudan is a very complex society, and in my limited knowledge, I remember that the Dinka and Nuer are the two largest ethnic groups in the country, but they have always been in a hostile conflict because of ideological and belief issues. The civil unrest is said to have been a race war first started by foreign forces, and then quickly turned into a large-scale civil war against the government, and South Sudan, which was originally a least developed country, quickly became a major battlefield.

Along the bumpy road to Juba, the capital of South Sudan, the entire region of South Sudan is like a huge abandoned dump, full of burned wreckage of cars and all kinds of discarded weapons and equipment. When passing through primitive tribes, you will see groups of children running out of the tribe with bare butts and like hornets that have blown up the camp, holding strips of colorful rags in their hands, waving and chasing vehicles.

I vigilantly maneuvered in a serpentine maneuver until I was sure it was safe before pulling over to the side of the road.

"Sir, we wipe the car clean for you. "I counted seventeen or eighteen bare-bottomed children running out of the tribe and surrounding my car.

"It only costs a dollar. The black child at the head had a begging glint in his eyes, and he timidly put the colored cloth strip in his hand on the machine cover in front of the car.

"We'll wipe your car like a star. ”

Looking at these children, my heart couldn't help but sour, and I nodded and said, "Okay, then now you can start." ”

The black child led by him excitedly said a word in African vernacular, and the whole group of children suddenly boiled. Everyone began to gather around the car, dipped the rags in some water, and then began to wipe them down very seriously.

In Africa, water is precious except during the rainy season. The children carefully wiped the black SUV with a small bucket of water, and actually wiped the dusty car out alive.

A few cars passing by behind honked their horns and drove straight over, leaving a group of black children behind them to wave at the distant vehicles, and then walked back dejectedly.

I took two cases of canned beef out of the trunk and took out another twenty dollars and handed it to the black kid.

"It's your reward, thank you for cleaning my car. ”