The plane was flying all the way.
About 14 hours later, we were in Johannesburg, the largest city in South Africa.
After arriving here, Yang Le did not stop, and directly changed cars and went to Old Joburg.
Judging from the information he got, so far, Jiang Xiaoyan and Zhang Yi are all on the side of Old Joburg.
However, their position is more special.
When he was about to arrive at Old Joburg, Yang Le directly took out his mobile phone, and a call went out, which was addressed to Zhang Yi.
"Master!"
Zhang Yi's voice came.
"I've arrived at Old Joburg, where are you now?"
Yang Le held his mobile phone and asked.
"I'm in a house in the slums of Old Joburg now, they rescued me, but I don't understand a little language with them, master, where are you now, I'll pick you up right away!"
Zhang Yi hurriedly asked.
"You can send me your coordinates directly, and I will find you myself."
Yang Le said slowly.
Zhang Yi was injured, if it wasn't for the people behind the scenes, I am afraid he would have died, but after the people behind the scenes saved him, they let him go in the wilderness, and finally he was rescued by the indigenous people of South Africa.
After hanging up the phone, Yang Le's mobile phone had already received Zhang Yi's positioning.
Following the positioning, he walked to the side of the slum very smoothly.
The slums are definitely a very dangerous area in South Africa, there are not as many beautiful buildings as in the old Joburg Chinatown, nor as beautiful high-rise buildings as in Johannesburg, there are only small wooden houses, or ordinary rotten houses, or even just tents made of plastic.
These are the slums!
Even if he just got closer, Yang Le could taste a pungent smell, and from a distance, he could see a lot of corpses littered, and some of them had already decomposed to the point of not being human.
Looking at all this, Yang Le couldn't help frowning and sighed slightly, the people will always be the biggest victims of war.
He has no way to solve this situation.
People living in slums generally have a very short lifespan, and generally speaking, because it is too dirty, full of disease and violence, everyone lives a day, counts a day, and talks about dreams and hopes, for them, there is no existence.
Their bigger dream is to be well fed, have clothes to wear, and not have the luxury of being warm.
People in the slums don't feel safe, and almost every family has a gun in order to defend themselves and at the same time, to plunder more food.
Yang Le came to the slum this time, not as a rich man, he dressed himself up very down, and then walked slowly.
This is not to say that he has no love and is cruel, but he knows that people have bad roots!
In his previous life, he also went to the slums, and he also had compassion and brought a bunch of food to the slums, and after finally distributing it to the poor people, the poor people would come to him almost every day and ask him for food, but if he didn't, the people would be angry.
At that time, Yang Le understood that poverty is not unreasonable, and it is difficult to get rid of people's inferior roots.
When they see you as depressed as they are, they will laugh and call you brothers, but if they see you dressed beautifully, they will be jealous, and if you don't bring them anything, they will accuse you......
Yang Le came this time, put everything away, his hair was deliberately scattered by him, and there were countless stains on his face, he was wearing black clothes, picked up a coat everywhere and put it on his body, and slowly walked in the direction of the slum.
As soon as he stepped into the slums, he knew he was being targeted, especially as soon as he walked in, he heard several loading sounds.
There were a few black people, with guns in their hands, and slowly walked out, each gun was pointed at Yang Le, and each of them looked very cold.
From their eyes, Yang Le couldn't see any brilliance, what he saw was just a fear of the unknown, Yang Le could be sure that as long as he had any abnormal movement, they would shoot without hesitation, this situation is often staged in the slums, and it is not surprising.
In some houses, there were women holding children and looking at Yang Le indifferently, as if everything had nothing to do with them.
Yang Le raised his hand quietly, he came to see Zhang Yi, not to destroy the slums.
"Please calm down, calm down!
My name is Yang Le, I am a local Chinese, I am here to find my friend!
Yang Le hurriedly said in South African language.
There should be no difference between the language of the past life and the language of this life.
After understanding Yang Le's words, the first one, a black man who looked a little stronger, slowly walked up, he looked at Yang Le carefully, and only asked after a long time: "Are you Zhang's friend?"
” "Yes, if you don't want to believe it, I can call him and tell you!"
Yang Le said with a smile.
"Nope!
I trust you, because you all have similar temperaments, but for now, please allow us to search!
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The man spoke again.
Yang Le could judge that the black man in front of him should be the boss.
He nodded, and then several black men rummaged through him, trouser pockets, clothes bags, and searched for them.
Finally, a black man pulled out a small bag of chocolates, and a smile of excitement immediately appeared on his face.
And the moment he got the chocolate, several other black people who were searching his body immediately rushed over frantically, trying to snatch the chocolate.
Seeing this, Yang Le shook his head helplessly, just to survive.
"Okay, you don't have any problems, welcome, Yang, thank you for your cooperation!"
The black man smiled and patted Yang Le's shoulder and said.
"It's nothing, I should thank you for saving Zhang Yi."
Yang Le said with a smile.
He could feel that the black man in front of him was different from the other black people in the slums, and if his guess was correct, this black man should have lived in society, but he didn't know why he appeared in the slums.
"My name is Rolier Gels and I'm from the United States."
The black man stretched out his hand and smiled at Yang Le.
Yang Le smiled slightly, shook hands with him, and a gentle smile appeared on his face, sure enough, this is not a native of South Africa, this temperament is obviously different, but why he appeared here, Yang Le is not sure.
Perhaps, it was the vanguard sent by the United States, not necessarily, of course, he didn't want to pay attention to these, what he wanted to do was to rescue Zhang Yi.
"I'll take you to see Zhang, he's really a warrior, very tough!"
Rollier said to Yang Le with a smile.
Yang Le nodded, and not long after, they came to a small thatched house......