America’s Big Hero

The Bukla Phosphate Mine is located 98 kilometers east of Laayoune. In the future, there will be a 98-kilometer-long conveyor belt across the two places, specially used to transport ore to Laayoune for selection and then go to sea, but now, this is only a highway.

One of the best roads in Western Sahara.

In about an hour, Sean took people to the Bukra Mine, and he saw a group of Moroccan soldiers.

The mine is the engine of Laayoun’s economy. It received a phone call early on, and for safety reasons, the Moroccan army stationed around was notified immediately, and this is the scene.

In order to prevent someone from destroying the mine, the Moroccan army has always been stationed here.

"Boss, what should I do, someone is blocking the road."

Sean stretched his head and glanced through the windshield. There were many people, hundreds of them, "Is there, why didn't I see it?"

"Understood!" Torre ordered loudly with a smile, "Accelerate, rush over!"

With a single order, the team's engines roared, and the speed increased.

After thinking about it, Torre made a phone call, and on the Keelin battleship, a Black Hawk helicopter full of external weapons started and flew straight towards this side.

"Hey, hey, stop!" Lieutenant Colonel Mo Jun yelled, but then his eyes widened, and the convoy didn't intend to stop at all, but rushed over, looking at the momentum, it was rushing to hit people.

At this moment, Lieutenant Colonel Mojun wanted to order the shooting.

But he was informed that the people in the car were all Americans, American soldiers, and he didn't dare to shout out after all.

The convoy was getting closer and closer, and the dozens of motorcycle troops blocking the road were at a loss. There was no order from the above.

"Call" "Call" "Call"...

A series of vehicles rushed down the road, Sean glanced through the windshield and then pouted, you're shooting a gun, that's all for the guts.

Sean is eager for them to shoot, so there is no need to find any reason, just transfer the fleet and troops, and push it!

Lieutenant Colonel Mo Jun saw people rushing over, and stomped his feet angrily and shouted: "Get in the car, chase!"

Suddenly, a group of soldiers rushed towards the next vehicle.

Sean's convoy rushed through the blockade of the Moroccan army and soon arrived at the mining area.

The big iron gate is tightly guarded against thieves, and more than a dozen freight vehicles are parked in the square in the factory area.

"Break away, rush in." Sean ordered without waiting for Torrey to ask.

Riding on the front jeep, the two soldiers leaned against their seats, raised one hand to block their face, gritted their teeth, and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom. , the big iron gate was knocked open directly.

What is a rampage! !

This is called a rampage! !

The momentum is instantly full!

The convoy stopped, crackling, and dozens of soldiers with guns and live ammunition rushed out, forming a combat formation without being ordered, each on guard.

On the first floor of the mine office building, a group of people who were waiting anxiously stared at everything in front of them.

No, what kind of Mo Junna?

Didn't you stop it?

Where did you stop it?

Heaven?

A group of popular French jumpers, they knew that Sean was not easy to mess with, and the key point was that they didn't know what it meant, so they asked Mo Jun to come out and try not to contact them themselves.

Now it's good!

"How to do?"

"What else can I do, go meet this damned savage Yankee!" Several French people cursed in a low voice with suppressed voices, then immediately put on a smiley face, and stepped out to greet him.

It's just that the pace is slow, slower than crawling.

Anyone who looks at the dozens of American soldiers and the dark muzzle feels panicked.

Sean just sat in the car and didn't come out, well, definitely not because of safety issues, but mainly because the style had to be put on.

A few Frenchmen were stopped outside by the soldiers. They couldn't understand French at all, and regardless of the faces of the Frenchmen, they stretched out their big hands and forcibly searched their bodies. just been put in.

Just after such a delay, the Mo army behind him finally arrived in a hurry.

Looking at the deformed big iron gate and the American soldier on guard, he braked suddenly, and without waiting for the car to stop, Lieutenant Colonel Mojun jumped down and greeted his men and rushed over.

"!!"

More than a dozen M16s were pointed at it. At such a close distance, the Moroccan army could see it clearly. The safety was activated, and their fingers were on the trigger. The front, left, and right showed crossfire. The twenty or so people who rushed in front had to explain it here.

With a quack, a group of Mo Jun stopped, Lieutenant Colonel Mo Jun's nose was crooked, his face was black, and he didn't dare to make an overreaction. shot!

The guns were fired here, the swords were drawn, the French people over there were stunned, and their calves began to spin, suddenly, for fear that the two sides would get involved again if they were excited to exchange fire.

"Don't get excited." Lieutenant Colonel Morocco slowly raised his hand to his chest and said with a dark face, "This is Morocco!"

This group of American soldiers doesn't care at all, just point the gun like this, I don't care where the **** you are!

The place is quiet!

With a "bang", the door of Sean's car finally opened. Torre was standing beside the car with five people around. Sean stepped out of the car and instantly attracted the attention of the audience.

What is a boss!

In the distance, a thudding voice sounded, Sean looked up and saw that his own Black Hawk helicopter had also arrived, circling 200 meters away.

Cheers, here we come!

"Let them come over." Sean's voice was not loud, but everyone in the room was paying attention.

A few soldiers at the front door put down their guns to clear the passage, and Lieutenant Colonel Namo sighed in relief and walked towards this side.

Just after walking a few steps, I heard a voice behind me, I turned my head and saw that my subordinates were stopped outside.

Lieutenant Colonel Morocco understands what Sean is and what his status is. This group of soldiers can't understand. Many people can't recognize many characters. Sean's news is almost invisible in Morocco and has no popularity. He was rushed once before. The line of defense was just pointed at by someone at gunpoint again, but now they were stopped again when they headed past, and they came up without being able to hold back their anger.

A few soldiers of the Moroccan Army started to push and shove, and one of them had a bad mind and went straight to draw a gun!

The beards of these religiously brainwashed soldiers are hot-tempered, especially when it comes to infidels.

This group of soldiers under Sean who followed Sean to fight in the North and South was even more proud. Seeing this, how could he bear it? He swung the gun at his head and smashed it at the head, and he stumbled on the spot. It was even targeted by two people. One of the guns was directly in the mouth, and the blood was dry on the spot. The other one hit the opponent's elbow with the **** of the gun. Only with a click, the elbow was broken.

Sean just watched without saying a word.

The Moroccan army lieutenant colonel gave a 'hum' in his head, knowing that the American soldiers were brutal and arrogant, but he didn't expect to be so reckless. Damn, this is in the hinterland of Morocco. The Moroccan army can mobilize thousands of troops at any time. what do you think.

But thinking so in his mind, he didn't dare to say in his mouth that he was able to be a lieutenant colonel at a young age, had a good family, and knew a little about politics. He immediately shouted to appease his subordinates: "Stop, stop!"

As soon as there was a conflict here, the black eagle circling in the distance rushed over as soon as it turned around, and the six-tube Gatling under the belly spun with a 'hum', with a posture of firing at any time to sweep away these soldiers, and instantly swept away the soldiers. The scene was suppressed.

Sean let out a "ha", and at the critical moment, it was still hard power.

"Come here, what's the point of them not getting in?" Sean beckoned.

Lieutenant Colonel Namo Army gritted his teeth and looked at the soldiers under his command, then looked up at the gunship in the sky, stomped his feet angrily, and let someone take the man with the broken elbow off, and then he turned around and walked over. .

"Mr. Sean, what do you mean, this is Morocco, not America!!"

Sean waved his hand, ignored Lieutenant Colonel Mojun, turned his head to look at a few French people, "French people?"

Several people nodded.

"Which company... Forget it, I'm not interested in knowing." Sean asked casually and waved his hand, reaching out to the side carelessly, and Lorraine handed over a document.

A few French people sniffed, but still didn't dare to say anything, Sean was too aura.

Sean pulled out the document and handed it to a few French people.

The French didn't know why, so they took a look and found that Party A was the Democratic Republic of Western Sahara and Party B was West African Mining.

"You don't have to look so carefully, just let you know." Sean said with a faint smile on his face: "I just signed an agreement with the Western Sahara Front to get all the phosphate mines in the land of Western Sahara. mining rights.”

"Understood, now, this place belongs to me." Sean pointed to his feet.

"This, this, this is just ridiculous, this is impossible, this is completely illegal, what an international joke." If the atmosphere at the scene was too depressing, several French people would want to throw this broken contract on Sean's face , What the hell, what the **** is the Western Sahara?

Just a group of beggars stuck in the desert, the contracts they signed have a fart worth!

Fuck, is this a robbery!

"Mr. Sean, let me say it again, this is Morocco!" Lieutenant Colonel Namor couldn't listen anymore and shouted.

"Yes, yes, this belongs to Morocco, and Morocco is the owner of this land." Several French people followed and shouted.

"Ha." Sean sneered, "Morocco is over there!"

Sean pointed to the north, "On the map of the United Nations, the border of Morocco is in the north. I think you French people should know this very well. After all, the French were the masters of Morocco 30 years ago."

"If you're not sure, you can ask your masters." Sean looked up and down Lieutenant Colonel Mojun with a half-smiling smile, "Do you need me to show you a map of the colony?"

"You you you!!" Lieutenant Colonel Mo Jun's face changed like a pig's liver, shame, shame!

"But now it belongs to Morocco!"

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, this place is called Western Sahara on the map of any country in the world, and the owner of this land has more decision-making power than you." On his face, "Moroccans can say what they want. You can tell me that when the United Nations decides that you have the ownership of this place!"

"Where it belongs, what you Moroccans say doesn't count!"

"Now, here, it's **** Western Sahara, and you, the presence of Moroccan arms here is a violation of international law!"

"No one cares, it doesn't mean you are legal, understand!"

"I'm here to kill you now, kill you, and the law is also a violation of the law of Cesar!"

"Your Ming Dynasty sword can't slash my Qing officials!"

Having said that, Sean stretched out his hand to the side again, and handed over a pistol!

Sean's gun slowly swiped across the faces of several Frenchmen, "Of course, this is a place outside the law now. I'll kill you now. Guess what law can control me."

With the black muzzle in front of him, Sean completely released his murderous aura. His eyes were like knives, staring at the French guys. The French guys instinctively raised their hands, trembling and unable to say a word.

There was a mocking smile on the corner of Sean's mouth, and suddenly the gun turned to Lieutenant Colonel Mo Jun next to him, "Bang"!

Lieutenant Colonel Mo Jun, who didn't understand the situation at all, shuddered, looked down at him dumbly, blood was pouring out of his thigh, and it was only at this moment that Lieutenant Colonel shouted out loudly, his body crooked 'puff' He fell to the ground, hugging his thighs and screaming miserably.

Sean didn't even look at Lieutenant Colonel Mo Jun lying on the ground howling miserably, and glanced at the sweaty Frenchmen, "I've made it very clear, now that work is suspended, and we will be evacuated from here within a day. go."

"Don't say it's unpredictable!"

With a sigh, Sean reached out and patted the Frenchman on the shoulder, turned around, and got in the car!

Torre greeted him immediately, and half of the American soldiers got on the bus, while the other half stayed on the spot.

The convoy drove towards the gate again. The Moroccan soldiers at the gate had a long memory this time, and obediently gave up the passage.

What kind of morale, repeated, repeated blows are not left.

The convoy started here, and the other half of the people got on the bus. The armed helicopters in the sky were guarding them, and they swaggered towards the pier.

In the car, Lorraine tilted his head and looked at Sean, "They can't stop work at all, and they can't be evacuated within a day. Even if the French agree to it, the Moroccans will not agree."

"Of course, of course." Sean crossed Erlang's legs, grabbed Lorraine's little hand and stroked it, "I came because I knew it, it's called salute before soldier, I got the business license of Cisa, and I informed about it, and now they are mining Every piece of ore in the mine is tantamount to stealing my assets, and that's enough."

"Oh, bastard." Lorraine understood and snorted with a smile.

An hour later, the group returned to the pier. A group of reporters came out of nowhere. Seeing Sean's motorcade was as excited as seeing his father.

No, it's better than my father.

When the convoy stopped, these jeeps were naturally handled and would not be taken away, and Sean didn't care.

Under the watchful eyes of a group of American soldiers with live ammunition, a group of reporters shivered and came to Sean's car to prepare for an interview.

The window was down, and a reporter immediately asked loudly, "Mr. Sean, did you get the right to develop the mines of the Western Sahara from the Western Sahara People's Front?"

"Yes!"

"Do you think the Western Saharan Front has the right to decide who will develop the minerals?"

"Otherwise, the people on this land do not have the right to decide, do the Moroccans have the right to decide?"

"But this is Morocco now?"

"Wrong, it's the Moroccan occupied area to be precise. The border of Morocco on the map is to the north. It has been determined from the time of their independence, oh, to be precise from the time when France colonized Morocco."

"Did you know that the United States supports Morocco?"

"It should be said that the United States gave Morocco some support. I don't know when the United States government publicly recognized that the sovereignty of Western Sahara belongs to Morocco. It is not like this on the map of the United States." Sean sneered, then Chuanbao was ready to step down. when.

"So, until it has obtained the recognition of the United Nations and the legal sovereignty recognized by the International Court of Justice, any rights and interests of Morocco in this land are illegal, only the people of Western Sahara and the FPRC representing the people of Western Sahara have. The right decides all of this."

"Right and wrong should not be distorted by the strength of force."

"Okay, that's it!" Said, the window raised.

...

The news that Sean made a riot in Laayoun and shot and wounded Lieutenant Colonel of the Moroccan Army quickly spread to the surrounding countries.

The previous interview in Spain plus the interview in the dock area, Sean's position has been clearly expressed.

This news did not cause any waves in Morocco. A mere lieutenant colonel was injured. What is the death of the king!

Of course, this does not mean that there is no influence at the top in Morocco.

On the contrary, like the surrounding countries, it has a huge influence. From the prince to Hassan's younger brother, from the prime minister to the military, they are all concerned about Sean's next move!

If it is just an ordinary super rich, what to say and do will naturally not make a country nervous, but Sean is not an ordinary rich man!

Ordinary rich people will go out with dozens of American soldiers with guns and live ammunition. Ordinary rich people will go out with armed helicopters and warships at sea?

Ordinary rich people have a fleet, thousands of high-quality soldiers, tanks, artillery and ballistic missiles!

There are not many troops, and any other aspects are enough to sweep across Africa!

Algeria, Libya and other African countries have bright eyes, what does Sean mean?

Was it because of the death of King Hassan that America expressed a new attitude through Sean?

Or ambiguous attitude?

Is Sean just using Cesar as an excuse to intervene in the phosphate mining industry or does he really want to join forces with Cesar?

If the two sides join forces, will the Moroccan army, which was originally passive in Western Sahara, suffer heavy losses and even be beaten back to Morocco?

Will Cesar then have the possibility of formally establishing a state?

Will it affect the succession of the Moroccan king?

If it is possible, what will happen to the relationship and situation of countries in West Africa?

Yes, Sean's attitude and follow-up can have a chain reaction and more than that!

Hassan II is dead, as the mediator between Egypt, Jordan and other YSL countries and the Jewish state Israel is gone!

Will the situation become more tense in the future?

Will this affect the safety of the Suez Canal?

Once there is a problem with the Suez Canal, international crude oil prices will inevitably soar.

Commercially, the six major grain merchants, leading companies in the fertilizer industry, and major grain-producing countries are all paying attention to Sean's follow-up actions.

Sean, the big crocodile, will not be gentle after getting involved in the phosphate mining industry, and the industrial situation will inevitably undergo major changes.

The fastest response was in the futures market, with phosphate ore futures prices starting to rise the next day.

Obviously, the market believes that Sean is not a stable person, and the intervention of the umbrella will definitely trigger a war. At least the collection of phosphate mines in Xisa will stop, and the output of phosphate mines will inevitably decline in the next few months.

Under the chain reaction, the international price of phosphate fertilizer is also rising. Similarly, soybean, wheat, rice and other food crops will also be bullish in the future...

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A man of the year can make waves all over the world with his every move!

In fact, Sean's actions are more than that.

At the same time, several waves of people appeared on the land of Xisa, and appeared in several other mining areas, smashing the contract between Sean and the Xisa Front in front of the person in charge of the mining area.

It's just that Laayoune is the largest city in Western Sahara, and Bukra is the largest mining area, so Sean appeared here in person.

...

"Cisa must send troops there!" said the Minister of War, Moulay Shedi bin Yusuf, with a sullen face.

"Father died, the country is in chaos, and a large number of troops are needed to stabilize the situation!" The young Mohammed VI did not directly object, but gave reasons.

Uncle is the Minister of the Army. Now the situation is turbulent. After the army is mobilized, it will no longer be clear to Mohammed VI. He does not want to let his uncle have more power, it is too dangerous.

"In a short period of time, the Cesar Front launched two attacks, and our army suffered heavy losses. In addition, the king was assassinated by the Cesar Front. At this time, we must show a resolute attitude!" Ben Yusuf just cast a glance at his nephew, as if he didn't hear the other party's words, and said to himself: "Now, the umbrella suddenly shows a different attitude!"

"At this moment, any hesitation we have will be interpreted as weakness and fear. This is not only a serious injury to the people, but it will also make the Xisa people rejoice!"

"We must fight back resolutely, and the naval, land, and air forces must all move!"

"The warships under the umbrella are parked on the border of Western Sahara. The strong firepower and air defense capabilities of the Keeling-class warships are a serious threat, and the Navy must contain them."

"The above is my suggestion, let's discuss it!"

Seeing that his uncle didn't pay attention to him at all, Mohammed VI's lips trembled but he didn't say anything. The military neutrals in the conference room looked at their noses and hearts, and all of them were silent.

However, Mohammed VI did not catch up with the good time!

The current situation is unclear. One is the support of external European and American countries, and the other is the military. Now no one dares to stand in line.

...

Cesar.

The People's Front meeting room.

If Sean quietly sent someone to teach them how to attack the Moroccan army just to show their attitude, it may change, then what Sean made in Laayoun was to show his attitude to the world.

Many people in the Western Saharan Array became active.

"Elder Salemu, you have contacted Sean several times. Do you think you can persuade Sean to help us participate in the subsequent military operations!" Someone suggested.

Saleem squinted and shook his lips, Sean's actions were out of order, and he was not sure.

Even if Sean agrees, he doesn't know if things are good or bad.

However, everyone present suggested this, and Salemu nodded in agreement.

A large amount of supplies are to be delivered, and there are still many opportunities for contact later, so you can take a look.

...

In France, the meeting room of Macpherson Mining Company was dead silent.

The sudden appearance of Sean was like a bolt from the blue for their company, what a disaster!

None of the seven directors spoke up, and the interest groups they represented were still unclear about the situation.

It's not clear what Sean is going to do, and no one dares to jump to conclusions.

Discussions come and go, but in the end there is no result, so I can only ask Sean.

Macpherson Mining Company also has some American capital behind it. After a circle of relationships, they really contacted Sean.

"What are you going to do?" Sean chuckled, "I have signed the contract with the Western Sahara People's Front, and the 300 million materials have already been shipped. What do you think of such a huge cost?"

"..."

"I don't hide it from you~www.NovelMTL.com~ Xisa is now a disputed area. This is a place where there is no way. If there is any business, who can do it, and who can't do it, it depends on the means."

"I'm going to order Sean's phosphate mine in Cesar!"

Sean's attitude was firm. After the US capital got the news, it didn't notify the French shareholders immediately. Instead, after discussing it for a while, they secretly flew straight to the Canary Autonomous Region of Spain.

A day later, Sean saw this American named Child Oscar.

"Hello, Mr. Sean, my name is Childe Oscar, I work for Legg Mason, and I called you yesterday." Childe Oscar came up enthusiastically as soon as he met.

"Hello, Mr. Child Oscar." Sean smiled and shook hands.

In a hurry, Sean didn't know the details of Legg Mason, and the other party contacted him through Wall Street.

Legg Mason is the largest supplier of phosphate rock in the United States and the third largest producer of phosphate fertilizers.

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