"This Zabi is really a talent!"

"Yes, it's only been three months, and his bounty with the Portuguese has already doubled, and he has changed from being dead or alive to being caught alive, and he is indeed a talent, but ......"

"But what?"

Shepard asked casually as he earnestly touched the jam on the bread with a dinner knife.

"Once such a person sits big, is it difficult to control?"

Hannibal, who was sitting on the side and was struggling with the roast pigeon, elegantly wiped the juice from the corner of his mouth, and then raised his concerns.

"Yes, it's very possible, but that's going to have to wait until he gets bigger, at least for now, he's going to have to listen to us!"

Shepard took a nonchalantly bite of the bread coated with strawberry jam, and after feeling the sweetness exploding on the tip of his tongue, he immediately hummed in satisfaction.

"This jam is good, where did you import it from?"

"Locally sourced!"

"There's strawberries in this place?"

"Yes, since Emir took over the restaurant, we have a considerable part of the supplies, which have been purchased locally, and we can save a lot of money on food!"

"Looks like you've found the right French chef!"

Satisfied, Shepard picked up another piece of fried egg, put it in his mouth, and let out a pleasant sigh again.

"Speaking of which, just as the French not only have excellent cooks, but also excellent generals and soldiers, this part of Africa is not only full of dictators and tyrants, but also produces all kinds of heroes and heroes, so it is not surprising that there are people like Zabi, and it would be strange if everyone was Mobutu!"

"Sounds like you're not worried about that Zabi at all?"

"Of course!"

Shepard took a sip of his coffee and explained.

"No matter how high his prestige is, without a solid base, he is a building without a foundation, just need a light push!"

"O you! Still too arrogant! ”

Shepard sighed habitually, and the others knew that Shepard was going to sell off the trivia they didn't know about, so they didn't even eat half of their breakfast, and wanted to run away, but they were all dragged by Shepard.

"What to run, sit down and listen!"

"The difference between Africa and other places is that they are directly pulled into the process of modernization, whether it is Europe or Asia, dynastic changes, ideological trends rise, people develop a little bit, and then enter the modern society, but Africa is different, it is not so much the government that controls this land, but the tribes!"

"The tribe of Zabi?"

"Savimbi!"

"That's fine!"

Hannibal suddenly realized that just as one mountain could not tolerate two tigers, Zabi's tribe already had a terrible Savimbi, so it was naturally unlikely that there would be a second, so their worries were purely unnecessary.

"What's more, what are our core interests?"

"What is it?"

"Oil in the north of Angola!"

Shepard said with a little hatred of iron and steel, I have to say that the US military in the 70s was not as good as the 90s, you see how active those juniors are in grabbing oil, why are these guys so sluggish now?

"That's right, that's our core interest, so it doesn't matter what else is, whoever shares the benefits with us is our friend!"

"It's kind of brutal!"

Hannibal scratched his head, and he vowed that he would never sit with Shepard for breakfast again, and that the few leisurely hours of his day had become a class.

Shepard didn't know that he had been hated by his subordinates, and he even wanted to sell off his stolen things at noon, and then, the middle and senior commanders and team leaders in the cafeteria all ran to work overtime.

This made Shepard depressed for a while, but fortunately there was good news on the American side, Smith had finally found a secretary suitable for the current business of the Shadow Company, and had already recruited the other party first, and the secretary who spent 5,000 yuan a month was already on his way to the DRC.

Shepard was suddenly a little unhappy about this, the so-called big-breasted female secretary or something, he was actually just talking, the current work of the Shadow Company, although it is not very complicated, but the nature itself is a bit anti-social, dark, after ordinary people come into contact, there will definitely be some resistance, after all, who would like to kill people and set fires?

But the latter had already departed and would arrive soon, and Shepard had to prepare for it.

And when he received a telegram confirming the exact date of the other party's arrival, he simply sent a helicopter directly to the port.

And then, he's stupid!

"You were recommended by Old Man Smith?"

"Sort of, you're John Shepard?"

Looking at the young woman in front of him, who was nearly 1.8 meters tall, wearing a pair of wide sunglasses and a brown jacket, Shepard couldn't connect the other party with the Ph.D. in international relations at Oxford University in the materials.

"So, you went to Oxford at the age of sixteen for your PhD?"

"Well, after all, there's nowhere else to go!"

"Well, Lady Helen Parker, you've got a big surprise for me!"

Shepard touched his nose, what was this intense sense of frustration? Why are the peers I met all monsters?

Shepard could never have imagined that Smith would be able to get himself a woman who was the same age as him, but completely crushed him in terms of education and reputation.

"Then let's take a look at the company site first!"

Shepard was a little scared at the moment, and even completely ignored some of the things in his memory, such as the name of the other party, which was actually not the first time he had seen it, but these things were all covered up by the other party's genius resume, so that he didn't recall it at all.

"Can you tell us why you chose to come to Shadow Company?"

On the plane, Shepard tried his best to gauge his words, then asked casually.

"I love a challenge, in fact, if it weren't for Mr. Morgan's introduction, I wouldn't have known that someone my age would try to create a new marketing idea, and they said you don't have professionals here, so I'm here!"

"Well, that's an exaggeration!"

Being praised by the other party, Shepard was a little embarrassed, but then he reacted.

"Wait, you say Mr. Morgan? What were you going to apply for? ”

"MI6!"

"Oh, no wonder!"

It dawned on Shepard that Morgan and Smith had cut off a man who might be working for the intelligence agencies of the free world, and that was really, great, how could there be a few more of them?