Yellow sand and vegetation coexist, and rubble sleeps with gunfire.

In the presidential palace of Liberia, Lu Li and his party have been here for a week.

They need to make all the big people's life and travel plans in advance, and minimize the threat to the environment.

A week later, the team set up a plan to get their clients on a plane to Brussels, the capital of Belgium.

At an altitude of 10,000 meters, looking at the African villages that had disappeared from view, Lu Li's heart relaxed slightly.

This week in Africa was one of the most dangerous for him during the mission, as the land was full of war and disorganized institutions.

If they want to do something, the difficulty is very low, so they have to be fully prepared every day.

On the third day of their arrival, they encountered a four-person team in ambush, but fortunately they were discovered by the drone they brought with them, and the threat was stifled in the cradle.

Now that I'm on a plane and flying to Belgium, the external conditions should be much better.

After all, Brussels is a major European city, and it is a bit difficult to make things happen in Brussels.

Getting up and leaving his position, Lu Li went to the bar at the partition and poured himself a glass of water.

The flight time is ten hours, and you need to land and refuel halfway through.

Ten hours later, their task was getting to the easy part.

Nakamura Gonghui walked over from the side, poured himself a glass, and then looked at Lu Li and said.

"So, how are you thinking about it?"

Lu Li calmly took a sip of the glass, and then said lightly.

"I didn't tell you, I'll think about this when my nephew is independent."

"Okay."

Nakamura Gonghui nodded, and then said lightly.

"My niece is also going to study in the Netherlands, and I asked Elliott to take care of it for me."

"I remember her."

Lu Li looked at Nakamura Gonghui and said.

"She dances ballet well."

"yes, I'm going to study ballet in the Netherlands."

Nakamura Miyaki said leisurely.

"So what will she do in the future? Do you specialize in ballet? ”

Lu Li asked suspiciously, he thought that ballet was just a hobby, but how did it sound like it had become a profession.

"I don't know, I don't know what my brother thinks."

Nakamura Miyaki put down the water glass and said.

Suddenly, the mobile phone in Lu Li's pocket vibrate.

The latter then lowered his head and pulled his phone out of his pocket.

The coins that others had given them in Korea before were also put together with their mobile phones, Lu Li just glanced at them, and then put them back in his pocket.

The screen was lit up, showing that it was a message from Lee Ji-eun, asking if he had left Africa.

Li Zhien began to frequently send messages to harass herself on the first day she arrived in Africa, and even if she didn't reply, she was tired of posting.

But Lu Li couldn't ignore her all the time, so he would simply reply to her one or two before going to bed every day.

Nakamura Miyaki next to him turned his head and looked at it, and then said with a smile.

"It's pretty, why don't you say yes?"

Lu Li turned his head to look at Nakamura Gonghui and asked.

"When did you find out?"

Nakamura Miyaki shrugged his shoulders, and then said naturally.

"When you went to check the communication room two days ago, you didn't have your phone with you, and then her message happened to be sent, and Pierre guessed the password."

Lu Li nodded, and then said with a very flat expression.

"So, you all know it."

Nakamura Gonghui looked at Lu Li, and then spread his hands and said.

"You have to find another one, you're only in your thirties, and you're still a star."

"You don't know the situation in South Korea, they are very xenophobic, especially hate Chinese people."

Lu Li said indifferently.

"If I agree, then her career is basically over."

But Nakamura Gonghui turned around, looked at Lu Li and said.

"You see, you're going to be looking at things from her point of view."

Lu Li was speechless for a while, sighed, and turned his head helplessly to look away.

And at this moment, a loud tremor came, followed by a firelight that filled his vision.

…………………………………………

"Whew...... Whew......"

A strong palpitation filled Lu Li's chest, as if someone had given him an overdose of adrenaline, and a strong spiritual touch burst out together until the critical point of death.

"What's wrong with you, Lu Li?"

Pierre's voice rang in his ears, and the light around him returned.

Lu Li raised his head, the members of the team were looking at him together, and there was a table in the middle of everyone, on which was the plan for arriving in Belgium.

And around him, it is not the engine room, but the guard room of the presidential palace.

Lu Li collected his mind for a moment, calmed himself down, and then turned his head to look around.

"Are you alright?"

Miyaki Nakamura next to him walked over and stretched out his hand to put his hand on Lu Li's shoulder, he felt that Lu Li's appearance was very wrong.

"I ......"

Lu Li breathed and said hesitantly.

"I feel a little sick."

“What？ Are you sick? Or did you eat something bad? ”

Next to him, Claude also turned around and asked Lu Li.

"I ...... It just feels a little weird. ”

Lu Li took two steps back, raised his hand to his forehead and said.

"I'm a little dizzy."

"Okay, you can rest first."

Nakamura Gonghui looked at Lu Li's appearance, immediately raised his hand and said, and then helped him and walked to the seat next to him.

Lu Li was supported and walked to the side, but he still gathered his spirit, and then asked.

"What are you talking about?"

Nakamura Gonghui showed a strange expression, and Claude and the others next to him also looked at Lu Li strangely.

"We're talking about a flight plan in three days, huh? You ......"

Nakamura Gonghui lowered his head and looked at Lu Li carefully.

"What's wrong with your head?"

"Flying ......"

Lu Li was puzzled, then raised his head to look at his companions who were coming around.

"Are we still in Liberia?"

"yes."

Claude said immediately.

"Aren't we here for the next day?"

"Is there really something wrong with your head?"

Pierre next to him also walked over quickly, carefully observing Lu Li.

Lu Li's expression changed rapidly, and then he thought and muttered.

"...... the next day"