The Bukhara phosphate mine is located 98 kilometres east of Laayoune, and in the future, there will be a 98-kilometre transport belt across the two places dedicated to transporting ore to Laayoune for selection and going to sea, but for now this is only a road.

One of the best roads in Western Sahara.

In about an hour, Sean led people to the Bukra mine, and he was greeted by a group of Moroccan soldiers.

The mine is the engine of Laayoune's economy, and it was notified by phone early on, and for safety reasons, the Moroccan troops stationed around it were notified as soon as possible, which led to the current scene.

In order to prevent anyone from destroying the mine, the Moroccan army has always been stationed here.

"Boss, what should I do, someone is blocking the road."

Sean stretched out his head to look through the windshield, there were a lot of people, there were hundreds, "Yes, why didn't I see it?" ”

"Got it!" Torre laughed and ordered loudly, "Speed up, rush over!" ”

At the sound of the command, the convoy engine roared, and the speed increased.

After thinking about it, Torre made a phone call, and on the Keeling battleship, a Black Hawk gunship full of external weapons was activated and flew straight towards this side.

"Hey, hey, stop!" The lieutenant colonel of the Moroccan army yelled, but then, his eyes widened, and the convoy did not mean to stop at all, but rushed straight over, looking at the momentum, it was rushing to hit people.

At this moment, the lieutenant colonel of the Moroccan army wanted to give the order to shoot.

But he received a notice that all the people in the car were Americans, American GIs, and he didn't dare to shout out after all.

The convoy rushed closer and closer, and the dozens of Moroccan troops blocking the road were at a loss, and there was no order from above, seeing that they were about to collide, a group of people rushed towards the bottom of the road on both sides with a roar.

"Huh" "Huh" "Huh" ......

A series of vehicles rushed down the road, Sean glanced through the windshield and pouted, you are shooting, that's all there is to it.

Sean wished they could shoot, so he didn't need to find any reason, just transfer the fleet and troops, and push it flat!

Seeing the people rushing over, the lieutenant colonel of the Mo army stomped his feet and shouted: "Get in the car, chase!" ”

In a hurry, a group of GIs rushed towards the vehicle next to them.

Sean's convoy rushed through the blockade of the Moroccan army and soon reached the side of the mine.

The big iron gate is closed tightly, like a thief, and more than a dozen freight vehicles are parked in the square of the factory.

"Bump aside, rush in." Sean didn't wait for Torre to ask, and then ordered directly.

Rushing to the front of a jeep, the two GIs leaned on their seats, raised one hand in front of their faces, gritted their teeth, stepped on the accelerator to the end, and with a loud "boom", the windshield exploded into a snow-white blank, and the big iron door was directly knocked open.

What is a rampage!!

It's called a rampage!!

The momentum is instantly full!

The convoy stopped, crackled, and dozens of soldiers with loaded guns rushed out, forming a battle formation without command, each on guard, and under the pressure of the muzzle of the gun, the parked freight vehicles were all forced to drive to the corner.

On the first floor of the mine office building, a group of people who had been waiting anxiously watched everything in front of them in amazement.

No, the special Mojuna?

Didn't you go to intercept it?

Where the hell did you intercept it?

Heavenly?

A group of French popular jumpers, they knew that Sean was not easy to mess with, and the key was that they didn't know what it meant to come, so they asked the Moroccan army to dispatch, try not to contact it themselves, and wait until the situation is clarified.

Now it's good!

"What should I do?"

"What else can I do, go meet this damn savage Yankee!" A few Frenchmen suppressed their voices and cursed in a low voice, and then immediately changed into smiling faces and stepped out to meet them.

It's just that the pace is slow, slower than the climb.

Whoever looks at the dozens of American GIs and the muzzles of the black hole feel panicked.

Sean was sitting in the car and didn't come out, well, definitely not because of safety issues, the main thing was that the panache had to be put up.

A few Frenchmen were stopped outside by the GIs, they couldn't understand French at all, and they didn't care about the faces of a few Frenchmen, they stretched out their big hands and forcibly searched their bodies, touched them up and down, and their clothes were pinched out of the folds, and then they were let in.

It's just that after such a delay, the Moroccan army behind him finally arrived in a hurry.

Looking at the deformed iron gate and the American GIs who were armed, he braked sharply, and without waiting for the car to stop, the lieutenant colonel of the Moroccan Army jumped down and beckoned his men to rush over.

“Stop！！”

More than a dozen M16 pointed over, such a close distance, the Moroccan army can see clearly, all of them have opened the insurance, their fingers are buckled on the trigger, the front, left, right, showing crossfire, if this is a shot, they rushed to the front of these 20 or so people have to explain here.

Suddenly, a group of Moroccan soldiers stopped, the lieutenant colonel of the Moroccan army had a crooked nose, his face was black, and he didn't dare to overreact, in this case, if he moved too much, those lawless American troops would really dare to shoot!

The guns were moved here, the saber rattling, and several French people over there were stunned, and their legs and stomachs began to spin and sudden, for fear that the two sides would be excited and exchange fire and then affect them.

"Don't get excited." The lieutenant colonel of the Moroccan army slowly raised his hand to his chest, and said with a dark face: "This is Morocco!" ”

This group of American GIs didn't pay attention to it at all, and the muzzle of the gun was pointed at it, I don't care where the fuck you are!

The scene was silent!

With a "bang", Sean's car door finally opened, Torre stood next to the car, and there were five people around, Sean got out of the car with his legs, instantly attracting the attention of the audience.

What a big guy!

In the distance, a sudden sound sounded, and Sean looked up, and his Black Hawk gunship had also arrived, hovering at a height of 200 meters.

Confidence, it's coming!

"Let them come." Sean's voice was not loud, but everyone in the audience was paying attention.

A few soldiers at the gate in front of him put down their guns to make way for the passage, and the lieutenant colonel of the Namo Army secretly breathed a sigh of relief and walked towards this side.

After walking a few steps, he heard a voice behind him, and when he turned his head, he saw that his men were all stopped outside.

The lieutenant colonel of the Moroccan army understands what Sean's identity is, what his status is, this group of soldiers doesn't understand, many people can't recognize many words, Sean's news is almost invisible in Morocco, there is no popularity, he was rushed to the defense line once, and he was pointed at gunpoint again, and now they have been stopped again, and they can't hold back their anger and come up.

A few soldiers of the Moroccan army directly pushed and shoved it, and one of them had a bad brain, so he went directly to pull out his gun!

The bearded men of these religiously brainwashed soldiers have a fiery temper, especially when dealing with infidels.

Sean's group of soldiers followed Sean's southern and northern battles to be even more proud, seeing this, where would he endure it, picked up the gun handle and smashed it directly at the head, and smashed it on the spot, and the one who pulled out the gun was even more targeted by the two, one of the muzzles of the gun was directly into the mouth, and he bled on the spot, and the other smashed the opponent's elbow with the butt of a gun, only to hear a click, and the elbow was broken.

Sean just looked at it and didn't say anything.

The lieutenant colonel of the Namo army 'buzzed' in his brain, knowing that the American soldiers were cruel and arrogant, but he didn't expect to be so reckless, fuck, this is in the hinterland of Morocco, and the Moroccan army can mobilize thousands of troops at any time, what do you think.

But when I thought about it in my head, I didn't dare to say it in my mouth, I was a lieutenant colonel at a young age, my family was good, and I knew a little about politics, so I immediately shouted loudly to appease my subordinates: "Stop, stop!" ”

As soon as there was a clash here, the black eagle hovering in the distance rushed over as soon as it turned around, and the six-tube Gatling under the belly of the machine 'buzzed', and the posture of firing at any time swept away the soldiers, and the scene was suppressed in an instant.

Sean 'heh', at the critical moment, it is still hard power.

"Come here, what's the point of them not getting in?" Sean beckoned.

Lieutenant Colonel Namo gritted his teeth and looked at his soldiers, then looked up at the helicopter gunship in the sky, and stomped his foot hatefully, asking people to take the man whose elbow was broken down, and then turned around and walked over.

"Mr. Sean, what do you mean by this, this is Morocco, not the United States!!"

Sean waved his hand, ignoring the lieutenant colonel of the Moroccan army, and turned his head to look at a few Frenchmen, "French? ”

A few people nodded.

"Which company...... Forget it, I'm not interested in knowing. Sean asked casually and waved his hand, reaching out to the side nonchalantly, and Lorraine handed over a document.

A few Frenchmen sniffled, but still didn't dare to make a sound, Sean's aura was too much.

Sean pulled out the papers and handed them to a couple of Frenchmen.

The French don't know why, but when they take a look, Party A is the Democratic Republic of Western Sahara, and Party B is West African Mining.

"Don't look so closely, just let you know." With a faint smile on his face, Sean said, "I just signed an agreement with the Western Sahara Front to get the right to mine all phosphate mines in this land of Western Sahara. ”

"Understand, now, this place belongs to me." Sean gestured to his feet.

"This and this, this is simply ridiculous, this is impossible, this is completely illegal, what an international joke." If it weren't for the fact that the atmosphere at the scene was too depressing, several French people would have wanted to throw this broken contract in Sean's face, what the hell is the Western Sahara Front?

A bunch of beggars stuck in the desert, and the contract they signed has a fart value!

Fuck, is this a robbery!

"Mr. Sean, let me say it again, this is Morocco!" Lieutenant Colonel Namo couldn't take it anymore and yelled.

"Yes, yes, this belongs to Morocco, and Morocco is the owner of this land." Several Frenchmen shouted.

"Huh." Sean scoffed, "Morocco over there!" ”

Sean pointed to the north, "On the map of the United Nations, the border of Morocco is in the north, I think you French should know this very well, after all, the French were the masters of Morocco only 30 years ago." ”

"If you're not sure, you can ask your masters." Sean looked Lieutenant Colonel Morocco up and down with a smirk, "Do you need me to show you the colony map?" ”

"You, you!!" The face of the lieutenant colonel of the Mo army changed like a pig's liver, shame, shame!

"But now this belongs to Morocco!"

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, this place is called Western Sahara on the map of any country in the world, and the masters of this land have more power to decide than you." Sean's face sank, and he stretched out his hand and pointed at the face of the Lieutenant Colonel of the Moroccan Army, "The Moroccans want to say it, you can, wait until the United Nations decides that you have the ownership of this place!" ”

"Where you belong, you Moroccans don't count!"

"Now, here, fucking Western Sahara, you, the Moroccan army is violating international law by being armed here!"

"If no one cares, it doesn't mean you're legitimate, you know!"

"I'm here to kill you, I'm going to kill you, and that's the law of Western Sahara that is also a crime!"

"Your sword of the Ming Dynasty can't kill my Qing officials!"

As he spoke, Sean stretched out his hand to the side again, and a pistol was handed over!

Sean's muzzle slowly swiped across the faces of several French people, "Of course, this is a place outside the law now, I'll kill you now, guess what law can control me." ”

The muzzle of the black hole was in front of him, Sean completely released the murderous aura on his body, and a pair of eyes stared at several French Yankees like knives, and the French suddenly raised their hands instinctively, trembling in both trembling voices, and couldn't say a word.

A mocking smile hung on the corner of Sean's mouth, and suddenly the muzzle of the gun turned to the lieutenant colonel of the Moroccan Army next to him, and there was a "bang"!

The lieutenant colonel of the Mo army, who didn't understand the situation at all, shook his head, looked down stupidly, and blood was gurgling on his thighs, and it was only at this moment that the lieutenant colonel shouted out in a loud voice, and his body fell to the ground with a crooked 'poof', holding his thighs and howling miserably.

Sean didn't even look at the Lieutenant Colonel of the Moroccan Army who was lying on the ground and was howling, and glanced at a few French people who were sweating profusely, "I have already made things very clear, stop work now, and withdraw from here within a day." ”

"Don't be unpredictable!"

After dragging a word, Sean reached out and patted the Frenchman on the shoulder, turned around, and got into the car!

Torre immediately greeted him, half of the American GIs hula into the car, and the other half remained on guard.

The convoy drove towards the gate again, and the Moroccan soldiers at the gate remembered this time and obediently gave way to the passage.

No morale will be left after repeated blows.

The convoy started here, the other half got on the car, and the helicopter gunship in the sky escorted it, swaggering towards the pier.

In the car, Lorraine tilted his head to look at Sean, "There is no way they can stop work, they can't withdraw in a day, even if the French themselves agree, the Moroccans won't agree." ”

"Of course, of course." Sean crossed Erlang's legs, grabbed Lorraine's little hand and stroked it, "I just came because I knew me, this is called salute before soldier, I got Cesar's business license, I informed the matter, and now every piece of ore they mine is equivalent to stealing my assets, and that's enough." ”

"Oh, badass." Lorraine understood, laughing and snorting.

An hour later, the group returned to the dock, and a group of reporters came out of the wreak, and saw Sean's motorcade as excited as seeing his own father.

No, it's closer than my own father.

The convoy stopped, and these jeeps were naturally handled by someone and would not be taken away, and Sean did not care.

Under the watchful eyes of a group of heavily armed American GIs, a group of reporters came to Sean's car in a trembling manner to prepare for the interview.

The window was lowered, and a reporter immediately asked loudly: "Mr. Sean, did you get the right to develop the mines in Western Sahara from the Western Sahara Front?" ”

"Yes!"

"Do you think the Western Sahara Front has the right to decide who exploits the minerals?"

"Otherwise, the people of this land don't have the right to decide, do the Moroccans have the right to decide?"

"But now this is Morocco?"

"False, to be precise, the Moroccan occupation zone, the Moroccan border on the map is to the north, from the time of their independence, oh, from the time of the French colonization of Morocco."

"Did you know that the United States is behind Morocco?"

"It should be said that the United States has given Morocco some support, and I don't know when the U.S. government publicly recognized the sovereignty of Western Sahara as belonging to Morocco, and it is not drawn like that on the map of the United States." Sean scoffed, that would have to wait for Chuan Bao to step down.

"Therefore, until the United Nations has recognized the legitimate sovereignty recognized by the International Court of Justice, any Moroccan rights and interests in this land are illegal, and only the people of Western Sahara and the Western Sahara People's Front representing the people of Western Sahara have the right to decide all this."

"Right and wrong should not be distorted by whether force is strong or not."

"Alright, that's it!" As he spoke, the window went up.

……

Sean made a big fuss about Laayoune and shot and wounded the lieutenant colonel of the Moroccan army with his own hands, and the news soon spread to the surrounding countries.

With the addition of the previous interview in Spain and the interview in the docklands, Sean's position is already clear.

This news did not make any waves in Morocco, a mere lieutenant colonel was injured, what is it compared to the death of the king!

Of course, this does not mean that there is no influence at the top level in Morocco.

On the contrary, like the surrounding countries, the influence is huge, from the prince to Hassan's younger brother, from the prime minister to the military, all of them are paying attention to Sean's next move!

If it's just an ordinary super-rich person, what he says and does, it will naturally not make a country nervous, but Sean is not an ordinary rich man!

Ordinary rich people will go out with dozens of armed American soldiers, and will ordinary rich people follow helicopter gunships on their heads, and warships at sea?

Do ordinary rich people have a fleet, thousands of highly qualified soldiers, tanks, artillery and ballistic missiles!

There are not many troops, and anything else is enough to sweep in Africa!

Algeria, Libya and other African countries have bright eyes, what does Sean mean by this?

Is it because King Hassan is dead that the United States has expressed a new attitude through Sean?

Or is it an ambiguous attitude?

Is Sean simply using Cesar as an excuse to intervene in the phosphate mining industry, or does he really want to join forces with Cesar?

If the two sides join forces, will the Moroccan army, which was originally passive in Western Sahara, suffer heavy losses and even be beaten back to Morocco?

Will Western Sahara then have the possibility of a formal state?

Will it affect the succession of the King of Morocco?

If so, how will the relations and situation in West Africa change?

Yes, Sean's attitude and follow-up will have a ripple effect, and that's not all!

Hassan II is dead, and the mediator between the YSL countries such as Egypt and Jordan and the Jewish state of Israel is gone!

Will the situation become more tense in the future?

Will this affect the safety of the Suez Canal?

Once there is a problem with the Suez Canal, the international price of crude oil will inevitably rise wildly.

Commercially, the six major grain merchants, the leading enterprises in the fertilizer industry, and the major grain-producing countries are all paying attention to Sean's follow-up.

Sean, a big crocodile, will not be gentle after he intervenes in the phosphate mining industry, and the industrial situation will inevitably undergo major changes.

The fastest reaction was in the futures market, where phosphate futures prices began to move higher the next day.

Obviously, the market believes that Sean is not a stable person, and the intervention of the umbrella will definitely lead to war, at least the phosphate mining in Xisara will stop, and the production of phosphate ore will inevitably decline in the next few months.

Under the chain reaction, the international price of phosphate fertilizer is also rising, and similarly, soybeans, wheat, rice and other food crops are also bullish in the future......

What is a man of the hour? JPG

The man of the year is every move, can set off waves in the world!

In fact, Sean's actions are not the only ones.

At the same time, several waves of people appeared on the land of Western Sahara and in several other mining areas, throwing Sean's contract with the Western Saharan People's Front in front of the head of the mining area.

It's just that Laayoune is the largest city in Western Sahara, and Bukra is the largest mining area, so Sean himself appeared here.

……

"Western Sahara must send troops!" War Secretary Moulay Sidi bin Youssef said with a calm face.

"My father has passed away, the country is in chaos, and a large number of troops are needed to stabilize the situation!" The young Mohammed VI did not directly oppose it, but gave reasons.

My uncle is the Minister of War, and now the situation is treacherous, and after the army is mobilized, it will no longer be clear to Muhammad VI, and he does not want the power in his uncle's hands to be greater, it is too dangerous.

"In a short period of time, the Western Sahara Front launched two attacks, our army suffered heavy losses, and the king was assassinated by the Western Sahara Front, so we must show a resolute attitude at this time!" Moulay Sidi bin Youssef just glanced at his nephew, as if he hadn't heard the other party's words, and said to himself: "Now, the umbrella suddenly shows a different attitude!" ”

"At such moments, any hesitation on our part will be interpreted as weakness and fear, which will not only hurt the people deeply, but will also make the Western Sahara Front rejoice!"

"We must resolutely counterattack, and the naval, army, and air forces must be mobilized!"

"The umbrella warships are parked on the border with Western Sahara, and the strong firepower and air defense capabilities of the Keeling-class warships are a serious threat, and the navy must contain them."

"The above is my suggestion, let's discuss!"

Seeing that his uncle didn't care about himself at all, Mohammed VI's lips trembled but he didn't say anything, and the military neutrals in the conference room all looked at their noses and noses, and they were silent.

However, Muhammad VI did not come in time!

Now the situation is unclear, one is the support of external European and American countries, and the other is the military, and now no one dares to stand in line casually.

……

Cesara.

In the PFLP meeting room.

If it is possible that Sean quietly sent people to teach them how to attack the Moroccan army before just to show their attitude towards them, then what Sean made in Laayoune is to show his attitude to the world.

Many people in the Western Saharatians were enlivened.

"Elder Salemu, you have been in contact with Sean a few times, do you think you can tell Sean to help us participate in the military operation later!" Someone suggested.

Salemu squinted and shook his lips, Sean was out of order, and he wasn't sure.

Even if Sean agreed, he didn't know if things were good or bad.

However, everyone present suggested this, and Salemu nodded in agreement.

A large number of materials are to be sent, and there are still many opportunities for contact in the future, so you can take a look.

……

In France, there was dead silence in the conference room of the McPherson Mining Company.

Sean's sudden appearance was like a bolt from the blue for their company, special, unwarranted!

None of the seven directors spoke, and the interest groups they represented behind them were now unclear.

It was not clear what Sean was going to do, and no one dared to jump to conclusions.

The discussion came and went, and in the end nothing came out, so I could only ask Sean.

McPherson Mining Company also has some American capital behind it, and after a circle of connections, it really contacted Sean.

"What are you going to do?" Sean smiled, "I have signed contracts with the Western Sahara Front, and 300 million supplies have already begun to be shipped, what do you think of such a big cost?" ”

“……”

"I won't hide it from you, Western Sahara is now a disputed area, this is the land of lawlessness, what kind of business is there, who can do it, who can't do it, in the end it depends on the means."

"I'm going to settle on this Sisa's phosphate mine, Sean!"

Sean was resolute, and the American capital did not notify the French shareholders as soon as they got the news, but quietly discussed for a while and then secretly flew straight to the Canary Island, Spain.

A day later, Sean saw this American named Child Oscar.

"Hello, Mr. Sean, my name is Child Oscar, I work for Meisheng Company, and I called you yesterday." As soon as they met, Childe Oscar came up enthusiastically.

"Hello, Mr. Child Oscar." Sean smiled and shook hands.

In a hurry, Sean didn't know the details of Meisheng, and the other party was on him through Wall Street.

Legg Mason is the largest supplier of phosphate rock and the third largest producer of phosphate fertilizers in the United States.