The initial investment of the entire project is US$20 million, including land purchase and construction costs. After the first phase of the project is officially put into operation, it will be decided whether to continue the second phase plan depending on the situation.

This result made the Lagos zf staff very sorry that they failed to leave all $100 million in investment, but they always had hope and were excited to work. This is all achievements.

On the way back, Yang Cheng and Burns sat together. Burns looked a little solemn, "The situation is not very optimistic~"

Yang Chengshen felt something, "Yes, the overall environment is not as good as expected. What worries me the most is that the war will spread to Lagos, and the consequences will be unimaginable."

He paused and lowered his voice, "What surprised me even more was that my compatriot just now revealed to me privately that Nigerians are very lazy. If we recruit local people to do their work, we must prepare them for being lazy."

He made a low voice, for fear that Andrew would feel uncomfortable when he heard it.

Compared with Andrew, Burns has no friends in Africa, and she is a genuine American and never regards herself as an African. So when she hears Yang Cheng belittling her compatriots, she not only is she not angry, but even instinctively feels a sense of disgust.

"I have heard of similar news, alas, there is no way. Since the plan has initially selected Nigeria, we can only continue to do it. It is best to set up a set of strict reward and punishment measures. I don't believe that among the ten Nigerians, there is no diligent honest person."

Yang Cheng smiled helplessly, "That's all. When I look back, I will instruct the person in charge here to pay attention to this issue."

Just as the two were chatting, in the haystack near the detour about 1 kilometer ahead of the convoy, a group of strange militants covered in faces holding various guns lying quietly in the grass, like a group of lions aiming at prey, waiting for the prey to enter the hunting range, waiting for the opportunity to move.

Two of them were at the end of the team. They spoke in a half-baked English, mixed with a lot of indigenous words, and in extremely faint voices, a conversation took place.

“Who are our target today?”

"I don't know, who cares, it's all about to die anyway~"

"Damn it, you have to know who the unlucky one is?"

"I heard that it was a wealthy man from the United States. He asked me to tell me that we should tie them up and make a big profit, and then kill them after we get the money."

"You have a good idea, why don't you report to the above?"

"You think I didn't say it, but no one cares about my advice."

"I don't recommend it if I change it~"

"Why?"

"You don't think about it. We went deep into Lagos' close to the city. If we were rude or something happened, we couldn't run away."

"Aren't we ready for death?"

"Damn it, did you get your head clamped by that slut last night? Are you willing to point your gun at yourself now?"

"Okay, but does this have anything to do with kidnapping?"

"It's troublesome to kill people. With a burden, where are you going to run? Will you carry it or I carry it?"

Suddenly, the person who was lying in front turned around and shouted, "Shut up, the target is here, rpg is ready~"

The Mercedes-Benz was in the middle of the fleet, with six cars in a row. The front was the ordinary car that the guan officer was riding. Yang Cheng's bodyguards were on the second and fourth SUVs, followed by the business car that the administrators such as Su Su and others were riding, while Burns' bodyguards and assistants were on the last car.

As for the reporters, they were still looking for materials in the chicken farm, and they did not leave with the team for the time being.

In this way, no one in the convoy realized that danger was coming.

For some reason, the originally clear sky suddenly became dark, and it seemed that it was going to rain.

Hansen, who was sitting in the passenger seat, used his eyes that were comparable to eagle-eyed, and looked back and forth at the scene of empty space on both sides, and did not dare to relax at all.

He didn't dare to tell anyone that he would feel bad when he woke up this morning, and was panicked and an indescribable shadow weighed on his heart.

But from the time he went out, there was no danger, and there was no abnormal situation at all, which made him feel awkward. Did he think too much?

But Hansen never doubted the premonition of crisis training from countless bloody battles on the battlefield, so he still kept his energy up and did not dare to relax and scan the road conditions for a moment.

At this moment, his pair of hawk eyes, which were as good as a telescope, suddenly found that next to the road shoulder about 100 meters ahead, there was a pile of grass rising slightly differently from other grasses around it, and it was inexplicably higher.

Hansen was puzzled, but he didn't say anything. He just stared at the pair of grass, his eyes unblinking, and the convoy was still driving at high speed. In the blink of an eye, he had already driven more than 50 meters away.

The pile of haystacks that had risen inexplicably finally changed. The haystacks were once again lifted up dozens of centimeters out of thin air, with a handful of weeds on the head, and militants who were facing the rocket launcher in a standard half-kneeling posture suddenly appeared in Hansen's vision.

"rpg~" Without a second of hesitation, Hansen pressed the walkie-talkie button at the same time and roared in his biggest voice in his life.

Before the three letters of rpg were called, the army green rocket dragged the orange fireworks, and the thick smoke generated by the explosion of gunpowder instantly enveloped the militants. There was a 6-meter-long tail smoke behind him. If someone stood behind at this time, the high temperature and high-speed flames would instantly roast the man.

But at this time, Hansen had no time to pay attention to RPG's tail flame. His brain issued two instructions to his hands within a thousandth of a second, and his tried-and-true hands successfully completed his mission.

One hand pressed the intercom call button, and the other hand reached out to hold the steering wheel and rushed to the left. The entire car body suddenly slipped due to the direction of the highway. Even the tire on one side was lifted up and suspended due to huge inertia. In an instant, only half of the tire hit the ground. If an inexperienced driver moved the steering wheel casually at this time, the result of the next second was that the entire car body was buckled to the ground, and it was very likely that the continuous rolling would occur, and the people in the car would be injured even if they were not killed.

Fortunately, the person who controls the steering wheel at this moment is Andrew. He has rich experience in battlefield driving. Almost as Hansen shouts out the RPG and grabs the steering wheel, he already realized that the convoy was attacked. What he had to do was to save the lost Mercedes-Benz after Hansen sets the direction.

He kept holding the steering wheel tightly and did not dare to move around. He kept braked and had to apply the accelerator from time to time. When he felt that the car had hit the ground all the way again, he continued to move the steering wheel along the crazy swinging body. Seeing that the front of the car was about to crash into the anti-collision barrier in the middle of the road, he did not make any evasion actions, but let the car crash into it at a slower speed as much as possible.
Chapter completed!