America's Road to Wealth

The time of the fourth zone in the earth's time zone, the night of January 5, 2003.

Central Asia, Kabul, the capital of Afghanistan.

Kabul is a famous city with a history of more than 3,500 years. It is an important town on the famous East-West commercial route "Silk Road".

But since the last century, the place has continued to suffer misfortune.

The civil war and the invasion of foreign enemies have never stopped. The Red Empire has vanished into thin air, but the Star-Spangled Banner Empire has once again ushered in here.

As early as the end of last year, Kabul had already changed hands due to the disparity between the enemy and ourselves.

Blonde and blue-eyed European and American faces can be seen everywhere on the desolate streets of Kabul.

Most of them are also wearing military uniforms, making military trucks, and carrying weapons in all kinds of swagger through the city.

Felix Wilkenhuissen, and some other Americans, were among the group of foreigners in Kabul.

In the middle of the night, Felix Wilkenhuisen returned to the camp arranged by the coalition forces for the PMCs in the western suburbs of Kabul.

The bearded mercenary leader smiled and greeted and played with other mercenary scum all the way, and it took more than ten minutes to return to the "Black Stone" PMC station in the camp.

On seeing him return, the guard at the gate saluted him and let him in.

After entering the camp, Felix Wilkenhuissen shouted loudly: "Neil, Pat, come out quickly. Let everyone pack up, the good news is finally here!"

Under his shout, the other two heads of Blackstone PMC, Pat Frye and Neil McCormick, hurried out.

"What good news?" Neil McCormick asked curiously.

Felix Wilkenhuisen said happily: "I just came out of the general headquarters. Just now, General Franks agreed that we will be responsible for guarding the ruins of the Daru Aman Palace for the next week! "

"Oh! Falk, this is really good news. This means that we will have the opportunity to complete our boss's task!" Pat Frye said happily beside him.

Felix Wilkenhuisen nodded excitedly, "Who says it's not. So start getting ready now and pack up your things. Tomorrow we're going to Daru Aman Palace."

"En." Both Pat and Neil nodded quickly, and each went back to ask the Blackstone men to pack up their weapons and equipment, then handed over to the coalition forces, and went to Daru Aman Palace to change defenses.

As the chief officer, Felix Wilkenhuisen himself, came to a secret room in the camp.

After checking with various instruments to confirm that there are no bugs or the like inside.

He carefully took out a safe in the corner, entered a complicated password, opened the safe, and took out a special satellite phone from inside.

After pressing the dialed number on the phone, a familiar voice from Felix Wilkenhuissen rang out in a short while.

"Is that you, Felix?"

"Sir Sefoloza, it's me."

"Only you can get through this call. Of course I know it's you. What's the matter?"

"It's like this, we just received the news. Tommy Franks finally let us go to Daru Aman Palace to change defense. Maybe next, we will be able to complete the task required by the boss soon."

Felix Wilkenhuisen said cautiously.

"Wait a minute." He heard Mr. Sefolosa over there say such a sentence, and then whispered a few words to another person next to him in a respectful voice.

It was a while before Felix Wilkenhuissen heard Mr. Sefoloza's voice again.

"The boss said I got it. Do it well, Felix. In addition, after the mission is completed, a new battlefield has opened up. The boss wants you to go there for activities. He said that there is no need for Blackstone to stay in Afghanistan."

Felix Wilkenhuisen was startled, and immediately realized that it was Lakoi.

"Understood, Mr. Sefoloza. We are at your service, we are dark rocks, we are in the shadow of rocks!"

"Well. That's it."

The phone was hung up.

Looking at the special satellite phone, Felix Wilkenhuissen stared at it for a while.

Then he sighed a long time, talking to himself nervously in the dark:

"I feel like I can't go back. Once I fall into this kind of life, it's really hard to imagine how I can return to the United States normally."

"But my hard work here can make Mary and our children not have to work hard at all in the United States, and even live the best life. So it's all worth it!"

Thinking of this, the mercenary leader tightened his grip on the photo he had just sent from the United States not long ago.

On it are the laughter of his physically disabled wife with injured face and children, as well as the big house, car, lawn, swimming pool behind his family, these things make him very fascinated.

Felix Wilkenhuissen steadied himself again, put the satellite phone away, and locked the safe.

After leaving the secret room, he changed the nervousness he had just been inside, and began to give orders, commanding the PMC mercenaries named "Black Stone" to stand up.

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Same time, different time zones.

Texas time is 9 hours behind Afghanistan.

It's late at night over there, and it's afternoon here in Texas.

Watching Edward who hung up the satellite phone, Abel turned around, discussed with David Jones and the other three King Kongs the events on the South Asian subcontinent 1,851 kilometers away from Afghanistan.

"I have reached an agreement with the Ambani brothers."

There was a pile of photos in front of Abel, on which were pictures of many rare treasures and golden objects.

He looked at these things with some excitement, and continued to say: "Let them cover up these things a little in the name of Mukesh Ambani, and then bring them out of the temple!"

David and the others nodded quickly. This was originally one of the plans.

This plan started with the establishment of a tourism company, and then entered the Padmanabaswamy Temple of the third brother openly.

It has been half a year since last year, and the treasure that Abel wanted has already been found.

But because the third brother was watching closely, he couldn't find a good opportunity to get it out.

Those assams are not afraid that they will take away the treasures of the Padmanabaswamy Temple.

Although there are local legends about this treasure, the British have been scraping there for so many years, and they all feel that the real treasure has been taken away by the British long ago.

The thirds stared at the Padmanabaswamy Temple, mainly wanting to know when the Americans will fix it.

Only then will they have a chance to end and snatch the results of the gringo...

This time, Abel used the official cooperation with Mukesh Ambani, the richest man in Ah San.

Finally a chance to get that stuff out in the name of construction waste.

Although in the United States, no one at the banquet took the initiative to talk to Mukesh Ambani.

But in Ah San, the third brother's richest man can be said to be extremely powerful.

Adding this guy's layer of skin will make the rock security's operations over there much smoother.

At that time, they will transport these treasures to the seaside first.

Then, Ah San's merchant ship that exported grain transported these items to the high seas, and then handed them over to American ships, and sent them directly back to the United States.

Having said that, Ah San is really a magical country from every angle.

Obviously, at least 70% of the country's population is starving, but under such circumstances, it can export a large amount of grain every year, and it is a world-renowned grain exporting country.

It's no wonder other foreigners have been saying Ah San only has a population of 100 million...

Briefly discussed with David and the others about the treasures of the Padmanabaswamy Temple.

Afterwards, Abel will be handed over to them for operation and command.

Because for Abel now, whether it is buried in the Padmanabaswamy Temple, it may be worth tens of billions of dollars.

It is also the treasure of Bactria hidden in the underground chamber of Daru Aman Palace in Kabul.

For Abel now, these things can only serve as icing on the cake at best.

He just let the rock security do it easily, and it's best if he can get it, after all, it's really priceless.

It doesn't matter if you can't get it, the key is to keep your actions secret, not to be exposed, and you will lose face if you get it.

Compared with these, it is more important for Abel to lead the next war and make the direction of corruption in the United States in line with his own wishes.

Having said that, at that time, the U.S. military needs to purchase coffee cups worth $1,280, toilets worth $5,000, and sheep and other "military supplies" worth $9 million.

Abel can share at least 1/20, or even more.

From a capital point of view, it is difficult for him not to support the continued development of the White House.

That is to say, Abel has a long-term vision and wants to be one of the behind-the-scenes hands of the world in more than 20 years.

Instead of falling along with the desolation of the empire.

If it were the head of another Dezhou consortium, seeing so much money and making it so easy, he would definitely not develop any other industries.

Unlike now, Abel got into the Cadillac Escalade in the afternoon, and the convoy left Smith Farm and headed for Fort Worth, the capital of Tarrant County.

An hour later, Abel's convoy came to the northwest suburb of Fort Worth.

Drucker, the mayor of Fort Worth, and Devine, the mayor of Tarrant County, had already brought a group of staff from the government to welcome Abel in front of a construction site.

"Good afternoon, dear Dwayne. Oh, and Mr. Mayor."

Getting off the SUV, he looked at the two regular passengers walking towards him with flattering smiles on their faces.

Abel came forward with a smile, greeted them and shook hands with them.

Dewayne Dutan, current Tarrant County Sheriff, but don't think he was elected.

This is actually Alexander's original deputy, who was like a mentor when Papa Abel stepped into the official arena.

After Alexander became the state legislator from Texas, he had to resign as Tarrant County Sheriff to work in Austin.

According to Tarrant County's own laws, Devine, the deputy, took over as a matter of course and became the sheriff of Tarrant County during Alexander's unfinished term.

And Drucker is the new mayor of Fort Worth, who defeated his opponent in last year's mid-term election and became the administrator of the capital of Tarrant County.

He is to Dwayne what Bloomberg is to the governor of New York. It's a very American situation.

"Welcome, dear Mr. Smith. I am so glad to see you again!" Devine said sincerely.

Looking at the young and handsome Abel in front of him, he couldn't suppress the emotion in his heart.

To be honest, Dwayne really didn't expect it anyway. It's only been a few years, and the young man who specifically found himself and wanted him to help Alexander enter the official arena has grown to such an exaggerated level!

You know, when Abel first found him. Dwayne is a celebrity under Tarrant, and Abel is just a billionaire who came back from New York.

At that time, the two were in Tarrant County, and their status could be said to be equal.

Now, now Smith has already soared into the sky.

His father, Alexander, went to Capitol Hill as a member of Congress.

What's more, the son has become the biggest "king of princes" in Texas.

Such a situation really made Dwyane couldn't help but sigh with emotion when he dreamed back at midnight.

Seeing Abel again now, of course Dwyane clings desperately.

The sheriff knows that whether he can go further in the future, or even stabilize the hard-won position of sheriff of Tarrant County in the future, ultimately depends only on the thought of the young man in front of him.

Seriously, if it wasn't for having no daughter and having an unattractive wife, Dwayne would definitely have thought of such a bad trick of entrusting his wife to give away his daughter...

Now that there is no such condition, Dwayne can only find ways to satisfy Abel Smith in front of him in other ways, so as to continue and strengthen his future path.

Devine threw himself into the work that was being requested outside of Fort Worth and elsewhere in Tarrant County, almost oblivious, hoping only to please Smith.

This is more than 100 times harder than when he was running for the election.

But now he feels that as long as he can satisfy Abe Smith, whether to run or not is not just a matter of his words.

That being the case, of course he focused on this side.