Chad is also one of the poorer countries in Africa.

The area is about two Tongliao, and the population is about six Tongliao, which is also densely populated to some extent.

But in reality, about half of Chad's population lives in the southern one-fifth, while the remaining half lives near several rivers and Lake Chad, and the rest of the population does not necessarily see a single person after half an hour's drive.

On the northern border of Chad, two large converted trucks are driving in the desert.

And the drivers of the big truck are Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang.

Going directly from Chad across the Sahara Desert to Egypt is what Elizabeth has come up with.

The Laurent family has plenty of connections in Chad to ensure that Lu Mingfei's whereabouts are not known to outsiders.

As long as you don't get discovered when you enter the country, the chance of being discovered later is very low.

Egypt, like Chad, is concentrated in the Nile Delta and along the coast.

As long as they have been walking in the desert, Lu Mingfei and them are equivalent to invisible people.

In fact, the whole process was really smooth, except for a few herders, who made it to the edge of Cairo without encountering people.

"It's up to you later."

Lu Mingfei said to the person in the co-pilot.

"Your Excellency, rest assured, I will complete your mission."

Said a middle-aged man with half-black skin.

His name is François, and he is of mixed French and Chadian blood, and he is also a mixed race, but the blood rank is relatively low.

Although François had never met his French father, he had a natural affection for France.

After all, he and his mother lived a decent life with the little money left by his French father.

It was only after François's mother died that the little property left behind was looted, and his living conditions deteriorated rapidly.

Neither recognized by the French nor liked by the Chadians, he stumbled through his childhood education and mixed-race talent.

Therefore, when François was approached by the Laurent family, a famous French family, to work for him, he immediately agreed, almost with reverence, and afterwards showed an astonishing enthusiasm for his work.

Although the intelligence chief in charge of this part of Chad did not need his enthusiasm, and was even tired of the frequent reports.

And today, this spiritual Frenchman has finally been given an important task to accompany a distinguished guest of the Laurent family and complete all his instructions.

If the VIP is satisfied, François will receive a large prize and can also immigrate to France.

Immigrate to France!

François never dared to dream of it, and he swore to his dead mother and his father, who did not know where to bury him, that he would seize this opportunity, no matter what the cost.

"I heard you worked in Cairo?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"Yes, Your Excellency."

François replied respectfully.

He had worked in a livestock company and had been sent to the Cairo office because he knew Arabic and French.

It's just that with the outbreak of the Chadian civil war, the livestock company changed owners, and he was fired as a confidant of the original boss.

"It's for you."

Lu Mingfei took out a stack of dollars and put them in Francois's hand.

The middle-aged mixed-race pupils widened, and this stack was worth his income for twenty years.

"Complete the mission, these are yours too."

Lu Mingfei opened the storage compartment, and it was full of greenery.

"I promise not to disappoint you, Your Excellency."

François licked his lips.

With this money and the prize money from the Laurent family, he will be able to live a good life even in France.

François rode the motorcycle he had brought with him all the way to Cairo in the dust that had been kicked up.

"Can he do it?"

Chu Zihang walked over, handed a can of cold beer into the car window, and asked with some concern.

François was not a professional, and although he was trained in assault with the Spirit of Words, it is difficult to say how effective it was.

"Don't underestimate him, his quality is okay. Moreover, the key to the task is not himself. ”

Lu Mingfei took the cold beer and drank it all.

François rode his unlicensed motorcycle all the way into the city of Cairo.

No police stopped him along the way, and no one looked at him in surprise.

Because his demeanor is so natural, like a native of Cairo.

A calm attitude is a pass in itself, just like the traffic police will be selective when investigating drunk driving.

Of course, even if he was stopped for interrogation, François was not afraid.

He has already completed the entry formalities, which are officially certified by Chad and Egypt.

Every year, there are many people who come to Egypt to work through formal and irregular channels, and François is inconspicuous in it.

He arrived in the center of Cairo with ease, and it turned out that when he was stationed, he would sometimes come here to be dashing.

He first found a place to take a shower, and then changed into special clothes.

In this way, there will be no bloody plot of being denied entry because of untidy clothes later.

But after all, he hadn't been here for a few years, François asked for directions, and successfully found his destination, the Semiramis Hotel.

Standing under the majestic building of the hotel, he was filled with emotion.

When François was a full-time employee, he didn't dare to come here to consume.

Now he can only do odd jobs, but he can walk into the most luxurious hotel in Egypt and all of North Africa.

François took a deep breath and strode into the hotel.

"Welcome to Hotel Semiramis."

The waiter in the white shirt greeted him and graciously opened the door for him.

"Give me a room facing the street, and get me a ticket to a strip club."

François said arrogantly, then pulled out a 200 Egyptian pound from his newly purchased purse and stuffed it into the waiter's upper pocket.

"No problem, dear sir."

Looking at the statue of the clerk Kai on the banknote, the waiter smiled brightly.

As if infected by his smile, François smiled too.

However, his smile was a little more bitter and a little wanton.

Three days later.

"How?"

Lu Mingfei opened the car door and asked.

"Not yet."

Chu Zihang shook his head.

In front of him were four displays, each with a different image.

This is exactly the real crux of the mission, the miniature camera mounted on François's body.

Since he is not a professional spy, he does not need to be responsible for espionage, just a mobile tripod.

Lu Mingfei's instructions to him were to stay in the room less, walk around the hotel more, and do whatever he liked, as if he was on vacation.

And François did a good job, spending a lot of time in the hotel these days, and becoming a loyal viewer of the stripping club.

It is easy for a discerning person to see that there is something wrong with him, but it is impossible to judge his true purpose.

Moreover, it doesn't matter if you scare the snake.

As long as the snake shows its tail, it can't escape.

The warband is not the group of lion cubs, and the way to catch snakes is to directly end them with the snake hole.

"it!"

Mayyue, who was watching from the sidelines, suddenly exclaimed.

(End of chapter)