Super Invincible Battleship
Chapter 823

Chapter 823: Chapter 340 Origin of the Virus Chapter 823: Chapter 340 Origin of the Virus Around a fire pit sat a dozen or so black militants, their weapons carelessly placed behind them as they chatted idly, occasionally glancing at the passage outside to see if anyone was coming in. Yan Fei, through the Mechanical Sparrow's surveillance camera, immediately spotted a familiar figure among the group, that person was the strong black militant from the Dream Island hostage video restored by “Dream.”

In the intelligence obtained by “Dream,” this solidly-built black male militant was originally named Jim and was a Frenchman with a legitimate job. But for some unknown reason, he suddenly gave up his privileged life in France, returned to Africa, and joined the “African Glory” organization, where he served as senior management personnel. This time, he even personally appeared in the ransom video targeted at Dream Island, committing acts that sparked outrage among gods and men alike.

Among the militants sleeping next to him, Yan Fei also identified the other three kidnappers who appeared in the video, including the one who had gone out to scout for information. After reporting back to Jim, that person also went straight to sleep. In other words, including Alapu in the underground trap with several thousand tons of explosives and Jim, who wasn't sleeping, all five kidnappers seen in the ransom video had been pinpointed by Yan Fei, and all of the remaining hostages of Dream Island were in this cave. Thus, Yan Fei was ready to launch a swift attack, rescue the hostages of Dream Island, and exterminate this extremist organization.

However, this operation targeting Dream Island and the Destroyer was very peculiar; Yan Fei was also unable to obtain more insider information, so he decided to continue his investigation instead of taking immediate action, and used the Mechanical Sparrow to keep surveilling the group chatting, hoping to gather more useful intelligence from their conversation.

By the fire, perhaps feeling that merely tending the fire was pointless, a tall and thin militant asked, “Brother Jim, I remember you used to live in France, right? Life in France is so blissful, not only is there money but also beautiful women. Why did you come back to Africa to join our organization?”

The man named Jim sighed and said, “France may seem impressive on the surface, but life there isn't as wonderful as you imagine. There is severe racial discrimination in France. We African Black People contribute to France's development just as much, but they still look down on us, discriminate against us in every way, restrict us everywhere. Even the police target us when enforcing the law, so we are the lowest ranked people in France and will never have the chance to turn our fortunes around.”

As he spoke, Jim's face became angry, but he quickly continued, “Fortunately, I met the High Priest during one of my trips. The High Priest showed me Divine Power, and I came to realize that the High Priest is the true god that remained in our world. The High Priest, through Divine ways, made me understand the purpose of our existence as black people and gave me new hope. That's why I abandoned everything to return to Africa and join the organization. I want to emulate the High Priest, and work hard to drive all foreign forces out of Africa. Only in this way can we African Black People stand up on our own land and become the true masters of Africa, leading human development.”

The questioning tall and thin militant became excited and said, “The High Priest is the true god, the spiritual guide of all of us African Black People. Only he can lead us to greatness, only he can restore the glory of the African Black People.”

As the conversation turned to the High Priest, the expressions of the other militants hardened. They all said in unison, “The High Priest is our god. We endorse all his decisions, obey all his commands, and are willing to dedicate everything to him.”

Jim looked somewhat gratified as he loudly proclaimed, “Brothers, under the leadership of the High Priest, if we unite as one, we can certainly drive all foreign forces out of the African continent and make Africa truly our home.”

Another short black militant then said, “Brother Jim, when you killed the hostages on Dream Island, it was also following the High Priest's orders, right? I think you were so manly at that moment.”

Jim laughed and replied, “Of course, I was following the High Priest's orders. Those people from Dream Island rely on a few exclusive products to make a fortune in Africa, then use that money to transport our African resources to Dream Island for its development. So the citizens of Dream Island are our enemies, and I was exhilaratingly excited while I was killing our enemies. If it weren't for the need to keep some hostages alive, I would have hardly resisted slaughtering all of them.”

Another black militant spoke up, “But, Brother Jim, those people from Dream Island came to help us black people resist the Ebola Virus for free. With their help, many African Black People were spared from death, and I always feel that it wasn't right to treat them like that.”

Before Jim could respond, another comrade interjected, “That's mercy of the ignorant. Why would Dream Island come to help Africans, out of sheer kindness? I don't think so. It is because they want to continue making money in Africa, hence they are seeking a good reputation! That Special Medicine may be life-saving for us, but it's worthless to them because it's an industrial product, which can be produced at any time as long as there are raw materials. Using something worthless to buy the gratitude of us Africans, wouldn't that make us look like fools?”

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