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Chapter 366 The sword of the Ming Dynasty cannot kill the officials of the Qing Dynasty

The Bukla phosphate mine is 98 kilometers east of Laayoune. In the future, there will be a 98-kilometer long transportation belt spanning the two places, specifically used to transport ore to Laayoune for selection and then out to sea. But now, this is just

a road.

One of the best roads in Western Europe.

In about an hour, Sean led people to the Bukla Mine, where they saw a group of Moroccan soldiers.

The mine is the engine of Laayoune's economy. It received a phone call early. For safety reasons, it immediately notified the Moroccan troops stationed around it, and this is how the scene happened.

In order to prevent anyone from damaging 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 took a look through the windshield. There were quite a few people there, hundreds of them, "Is there one? Why didn't I see it?"

"Got it!" Torre ordered loudly with a smile, "Speed ​​up and rush over!"

At the command, the motorcade's engines roared and the speed increased.

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

"Hey, hey, hey, stop!" the Lieutenant Colonel of the Moroccan Army yelled, but then his eyes widened. The convoy had no intention of stopping. Instead, it rushed straight over. Looking at the momentum, it seemed that it was rushing to hit people.

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

But he was informed that the people in the car were all Americans and American soldiers, so he did not dare to shout out.

The convoy was getting closer and closer, and the dozens of Moroccan soldiers blocking the road were at a loss. There was no order from above. Seeing that they were about to collide, a group of people rushed towards the roads on both sides with a roar.

"Hoo", "ho", "ho"...

A series of vehicles rushed past on the road. Sean glanced through the windshield and curled his lips. You dared to shoot. You have so much courage.

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

When the Lieutenant Colonel of the Moroccan Army saw someone rushing over, he stamped his feet angrily and shouted: "Get in the car and chase!"

With a sudden roar, a group of soldiers rushed towards the vehicle next to them.

Sean's motorcade broke through the Moroccan army blockade and soon arrived at the mining area.

The big iron gate is closed tightly to prevent thieves, and more than a dozen freight vehicles are parked in the square inside the factory area.

"Bump away and rush in." Sean ordered directly without waiting for Torre to ask.

On a jeep that rushed to the front, two soldiers leaned against the seats, raised their hands to cover their faces, gritted their teeth, and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom. There was a loud "boom" and the windshield exploded into a sheet of snowy white.

, the big iron door was knocked open directly.

What is rampage!!

This is called a rampage!!

The momentum is instantly full!

The convoy stopped, and with a crackling sound, dozens of soldiers with guns and ammunition rushed out. They formed a battle formation without any orders, and everyone was on guard. Under gunpoint, all the parked freight vehicles were forced to drive to the corner.

On the first floor of the mine's office building, a group of people who had been waiting anxiously stared at what was happening in front of them.

No, what the hell?

Didn't you go to intercept it?

Where the hell did you go to intercept it?

Heaven?

A group of popular French jumpers knew that Sean was not easy to mess with, but they didn't know the point of coming, so they requested the Moroccan troops to dispatch and tried not to come into contact with him until they understood the situation.

Great now!

"what to do?"

"What else can we do? Go meet this damn barbaric American!" Several French people cursed a few times in a suppressed voice and then immediately put on a smile and stepped out to greet him.

It's just that the steps are slow, slower than crawling.

Anyone looking at the dozens of American soldiers and the black muzzles of their guns felt horrified.

Sean just sat in the car and didn't come out. Well, it was definitely not because of safety issues, but mainly because he had to show off his style.

Several French people were stopped outside by the soldiers. They didn't understand French at all. They didn't care about the faces of the French people. They stretched out their big hands and searched them forcibly. They touched them up and down, and their clothes were wrinkled.

Was just let in.

After just such a delay, the Mo army behind him finally arrived in a hurry.

Seeing the battered and deformed iron gate and the American soldiers on guard, he braked suddenly. Before the car could stop, the Moroccan Army Lieutenant Colonel jumped out, beckoned his men and rushed over.

"Stop!!"

More than a dozen M16s were pointed at them. From such a close distance, the Moroccan army could clearly see them. They all had their safety on and their fingers on the triggers. There was crossfire from the front, left and right. If they fired, they would

The twenty or so people at the front will all have to answer here.

Ahem, a group of Moroccan soldiers stopped. The lieutenant colonel of the Moroccan Army was so angry that his nose was crooked and his face was dark. He did not dare to overreact. In this situation, if he made too big a move, those lawless U.S. troops would really dare to

shot!

Guns were fired here, and the swords were at war. The Frenchmen there were petrified, and their calves began to spin, for fear that the two sides would get into a fight and get into trouble again.

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

This group of American soldiers didn't pay any attention to them. They just pointed their guns at you. I don't care where you are!

The scene was quiet!

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

What is a boss?

In the distance, there was a churning sound. Sean looked up and saw that his Black Hawk helicopter had also arrived, hovering at a height of 200 meters away.

Confident, here we come!

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

Several soldiers at the door directly in front put down their guns and moved out of the way. Lieutenant Colonel Namor Army secretly breathed a sigh of relief and walked towards this direction.

After taking a few steps, I heard a voice behind me. I turned around and saw that all my men were blocked outside.

The lieutenant colonel of the Moroccan army understands who Sean is and what his status is. These soldiers don't understand. Many people can't recognize many characters. Sean's news is almost invisible in Morocco. He has no popularity. He was flushed once before.

The line of defense had just been pointed at gunpoint again, and now they were stopped again. They couldn't hold back their anger and came up.

Several Moroccan soldiers started pushing and shoving, and one of them, who was not very smart, wanted to pull out his gun!

These bearded soldiers who have been brainwashed by religion have a hot temper, especially when facing infidels.

Sean's group of soldiers who followed Sean in all the wars were even more proud. Seeing this, they couldn't bear it. They picked up the handle of the gun and smashed it directly on the head. They staggered on the spot. The one who drew the gun

He was even targeted by two people. One of them had the muzzle of his gun directly into his mouth, causing him to bleed on the spot. The other hit the opponent's elbow with the butt of his gun. There was only a click and the elbow was broken.

Sean just looked at it without making a sound.

The Lieutenant Colonel of the Moroccan Army was buzzing in his head. He knew that the American soldiers were cruel and arrogant, but he never expected to be so reckless. Damn it, this is the hinterland of Morocco. The Moroccan Army can mobilize thousands of troops at any time, you guys.

What do they think.

But I thought so in my mind, but I didn't dare to say it in my mouth. I was a colonel at a young age, had a good family, and knew a lot about politics. I immediately yelled loudly to comfort my subordinates: "Stop, stop!"

As soon as a conflict broke out here, the Black Hawk hovering in the distance turned around and rushed over. The six-barreled Gatling under the belly of the aircraft started to spin, and it looked like it could fire at any time to sweep away the group of soldiers.

The scene was suppressed.

Sean said "ha", the critical moment is still about hard power.

"Come here, what's the point if they can't come in?" Sean waved.

The Lieutenant Colonel of the Namor Army gritted his teeth and looked at his soldiers, then looked up at the armed helicopters in the sky. He stamped his feet angrily and asked someone to take the man whose elbow was smashed off, and then turned around and walked over.

.

"Mr. Sean, what do you mean? This is Morocco, not the United States!!"

Sean waved his hand, ignored the Lieutenant Colonel of the Moroccan Army, and turned 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, then stretched out his hand to the side nonchalantly, and Lorraine handed over a document.

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

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

The French were confused and took it over to see that Party A was the Democratic Republic of Western Sahara and Party B was the West African Mining Industry.

"You don't need to look so carefully, I just want to inform you." Sean said with a faint smile on his face: "I just signed an agreement with the Western Sahara Front and obtained all the phosphate mines in the land of Western Sahara.

mining rights.”

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

"This, this, this, this is ridiculous, this is impossible, this is completely illegal, what kind of international joke are you kidding." If the atmosphere at the scene hadn't been too depressing, several French people would have wanted to throw this broken contract in Sean's face.

, Damn it, what the hell is the Caesar Formation?

They are just a bunch of beggars stuck in the desert, and the contract they signed is worthless!

Damn it, is this a robbery?

"Mr. Sean, let me say it again, this is Morocco!" Lieutenant Colonel Namor yelled out when he couldn't listen anymore.

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

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

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

"If you are not sure, you can ask your masters." Sean looked around the Moroccan Army Lieutenant Colonel with a half-smile, "Do you want me to show you the colonial map?"

"You, you, you!!" The face of the Lieutenant Colonel of the Moroccan Army turned like pig liver, shame, such shame!

“But now this is Morocco!”

"Okay, stop talking nonsense. This place is called Western Sahara on the map of any country in the world. The owners of this land have more decision-making power than you." Sean's face darkened, and he reached out and pointed at the Moroccan Army Lieutenant Colonel.

On his face, "The Moroccans have the final say. You can tell me that when the United Nations decides that you have ownership of this place!"

"Where you belong is not up to you Moroccans!"

"Now, this is fucking Western Sahara. You and the Moroccan army are violating international law by showing up here armed with weapons!"

"Just because no one cares, it doesn't mean you are legal, understand?"

"If I beat you to death here now, if I beat you to death, you are breaking the law and breaking the law of Caesar!"

"Your Ming Dynasty sword cannot kill my Qing officials!"

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

Sean's gun slowly passed across the faces of several French people, "Of course, this is a lawless place now. If I kill you now, guess what law can control me."

The black muzzle of the gun was right in front of him. Sean completely released the murderous intent in his body. His eyes were like knives staring at the French guys. The French guys immediately raised their hands instinctively, their arms trembling, and they couldn't say a word.

There was a mocking smile on Sean's lips, and suddenly he turned his gun and pointed it at the lieutenant colonel of the Moroccan Army next to him, and there was a "bang"!

The Lieutenant Colonel of the Moroccan Army, who did not understand the situation at all, trembled and looked down blankly. Blood was pouring from his thigh. It was only at this moment that the Lieutenant Colonel screamed out and his body tilted.

He fell to the ground, hugging his thighs and howling miserably.

Sean didn't even look at the Moroccan Army Lieutenant Colonel who was lying on the ground howling miserably. He glanced at the sweating French guys and said, "I have made the matter very clear. We will stop work now and evacuate from here within a day."

go."

"Don't say you didn't predict what you said!"

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

Torre immediately called out, and half of the American soldiers cheered and got on the bus, while the other half stayed on guard.

The motorcade headed towards the gate again. The Moroccan soldiers at the gate had a better memory this time and obediently gave way to the passage.

There is no morale left after being hit over and over again.

The convoy started here, and the other half got on the bus. They were escorted by armed helicopters in the sky, and headed towards the dock in a majestic manner.

In the car, Lorraine tilted her head and looked at Sean, "It is impossible for them to stop work and evacuate within one day. Even if the French agree to it, the Moroccans will not agree."

"Of course, of course." Sean crossed his legs, grabbed Lorraine's little hand and stroked it, "I came here just because you knew me. This is called courtesy first, then attack. I got the business license of Caesar, and I notified the matter. Now they are mining

Every piece of ore is equivalent to stealing my assets, that's enough."

"Ha, bad guy." Lorraine understood and snorted with a smile.

An hour later, the group returned to the dock. A group of reporters appeared from nowhere. Seeing Sean's motorcade, everyone was as excited as if they were seeing their biological father.

No, he is closer than his biological father.

When the convoy stops, these jeeps will naturally be handled by someone and will not be taken away, and Sean doesn't care.

Under the watchful eyes of a group of heavily armed American soldiers, a group of reporters shivered in front of Sean's car to prepare for interviews.

The car window was lowered, and a reporter immediately asked loudly: "Mr. Sean, did you get the mining development rights of Western Sahara from the Western Sahara People's Front?"

"Yes!"

“Do you think the PFLP has the right to decide who develops the minerals?”

"Otherwise, the people on this land don't have the right to decide. Do the Moroccans have the right to decide?"

"But this is Morocco now?"

"Wrong, to be precise, it is the Moroccan-occupied area. The border of Morocco on the map is in the north. It has been determined since 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 has given some support to Morocco. I don't know when the U.S. government publicly recognized that the sovereignty of Western Sahara belongs to Morocco. It is not drawn like this on the U.S. map." Sean sneered. That will have to wait until Sichuan Bao is ready to step down.

when.

"Therefore, without obtaining recognition from the United Nations and legal sovereignty recognized by the International Court of Justice, any rights and interests Morocco has in this land are illegal. Only the people of Western Sahara and the Popular Front representing the people of Western Sahara have it.

Rights determine everything."

"Right and wrong should not be distorted by whether force is strong or not."

"Okay, that's it!" He said, raising the car window.

…

The news that Sean made a big fuss in Laayoune and shot and wounded the Moroccan Army Lieutenant Colonel with his own hands quickly spread to surrounding countries.

From the previous interview in Spain and the interview in the dock area, Sean's position has been made very clear.

This news did not cause any waves in Morocco. A mere lieutenant colonel was injured. How could it be compared to the death of the king!

Of course, this does not mean that it has not had an impact on Moroccan high-level officials.

On the contrary, like the surrounding countries, it has a huge influence. From the crown prince to Hassan's brother, from the prime minister to the military, everyone is paying attention to Sean's next move!

If it were just an ordinary super rich person, what he said and what he did would not make a country nervous. But Sean is not an ordinary rich person!

Ordinary rich people will go out with dozens of American soldiers armed with live ammunition. Ordinary rich people will follow armed helicopters when traveling. Will they follow warships at sea?

Do ordinary rich people have a fleet, thousands of highly qualified soldiers, tanks, artillery and ballistic missiles?

It doesn’t have many troops, but it can sweep through Africa in any other aspect!

The eyes of Algeria, Libya and other African countries are shining brightly. What does Sean mean by this?

Is it because King Hassan died that the United States expressed a new attitude through Sean?

Or is it an ambiguous attitude?

Is Sean simply using Cesar as an excuse to get involved in the phosphate mining industry, or is he really going 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 pushed back to Morocco?

Will it be possible for Caesar to formally establish a state?

Will it affect the succession of the King of Morocco?

If this is possible, how will the relations and situations among the countries in West Africa change?

Yes, Sean's attitude and subsequent actions will have a ripple effect and more!

Hassan II is dead, and the mediator between Egypt, Jordan and other YSL countries and the Jewish state of 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 skyrocket.

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 reaction 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 protective 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, soybeans, wheat, rice and other food crops are also expected to rise in the future...

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A man of the hour can make waves all over the world with every move he makes!

In fact, Sean's actions are not limited to these.

At the same time, several waves of people appeared on the land of Western Sahara and appeared in several other mining areas, throwing Sean's contract with the Western Sahara People's 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 Bukhara is the largest mining area, so Sean appeared here in person.

…

"Sisar must send troops there!" Minister of War Moulay Sidi bin Yusuf said solemnly.

"After my father passed away, the country was in chaos, and a large number of troops were needed to stabilize the situation!" The young Mohammed VI did not directly object, but gave reasons.

His uncle is the Minister of War, and the situation is now very treacherous. Once the army is mobilized, it will no longer be visible to Mohammed VI. He does not want his uncle to have more power, as it is too dangerous.

"In a short period of time, the Western Front launched two attacks. Our army suffered heavy losses. In addition, the king was assassinated by the Western Front. At this time, we must show a resolute attitude!" Moulay Sheidi

Ben Yusuf just glanced at his nephew, as if he didn't hear what the other party said, and said to himself: "Now, the protective umbrella suddenly shows a different attitude!"

"At this moment, any hesitation on our part will be interpreted as weakness and fear. This will not only cause serious harm to the people, but will also make the FARC rejoice!"

"We must resolutely fight back, and all three armies of the sea, army and air force must be mobilized!"

"The Umbrella warships are parked on the border of Western Sahara. The powerful firepower and air defense capabilities of the Kilin-class warships are a serious threat, and the navy must contain them."

"The above are my suggestions, let's discuss it!"

Seeing that his uncle ignored him at all, Muhammad VI's lips trembled but he said nothing. All the military neutrals in the conference room looked at their noses and their noses, and everyone remained silent.

However, Muhammad VI did not catch up with the good times!

The current situation is unclear. One is the support from external European and American countries, and the other is the military. Now no one dares to take sides casually.

…

Caesar.

Inside the People's Front meeting room.

If Sean had sent people to teach them how to attack the Moroccan army before, it was just to show his attitude to them, and it might change. Then what Sean caused in Laayoune was to show his attitude to the whole world.

Many people in the Caesarean camp became excited.

"Elder Salem, you have been in contact with Sean several times. Do you think you can persuade Sean to help us participate in subsequent military operations?" Someone suggested.

Salem squinted his eyes and shook his lips. Sean had no rules and he didn't have any confidence.

Even if Sean agreed, he didn't know whether it was good or bad.

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

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

…

There was dead silence in the conference room of Macpherson Mining Company in France.

Sean's sudden appearance was like a bolt from the blue to their company, what the hell, an unforeseen disaster!

None of the seven directors said anything, and the interest groups they represent are currently unclear about the situation.

What exactly Sean is planning to do is unclear, and no one dares to jump to conclusions.

Discussions came and went, but in the end nothing came of it, so I could only ask Sean.

MacPherson Mining Company also has some American capital behind it, and through a network of connections, we actually got in touch with Sean.

"What are we going to do?" Sean chuckled, "I have signed a contract with the Western Front, and 300 million yuan in supplies have been shipped. What do you think of such a huge cost?"

"..."

"I won't hide it from you. Western Sahara is now a disputed area. This is a place of lawlessness. Who can do and who cannot do any business depends on means."

"I, Sean, will order this phosphate mine in Xisa!"

Sean's attitude was resolute. After the American capital received the news, they did not notify the French shareholders immediately. Instead, they quietly discussed it for a while and then secretly flew straight to the Canary Autonomous Region in Spain.

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

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

"Hello, Mr. Child Oscar." Sean smiled and shook hands with the other person.

In his haste, Sean didn't know the details of Mosaic. The other party came to him through his connections on Wall Street.

Mosaic is the largest phosphate rock supplier and the third largest phosphate fertilizer manufacturer in the United States.