Before sunset, they left the desert and came to the plains.

They are all well-trained former members of the special forces, and they quickly found a suitable mountainous area to spend the night.

Set up a campfire and open the cans.

Eric missed yesterday's Turkish kebab meal very much.

"Captain, the oatmeal is ready!"

He finished the can in a few moments, then filled the empty can with cereal.

The conditions were a bit difficult, but we were finally able to get through without any hindrance.

Türkiye's economy has been in bad shape in recent years, and domestic workers have gone on strike one after another.

The mafia became more and more brazen, and the military intervened in politics on the pretext of stopping the organized crime.

If this continues, inflation will definitely occur.

As for finance...

Forget it, let’s just sell some small commodities honestly.

Under the eyes of a dozen pairs of expectant eyes, Eric drank the cereal in one gulp.

He smacked his lips and said, "Hunter, you are too seasoned!"

"That's impossible." Hunter poured a ladle into the pot.

It's salty and sweet, and it makes your tongue numb.

"Hey, sir, how about I add more water?"

Those who had not yet tasted the cereal looked at him with particularly unkind eyes.

Hunter opened a bottle of mineral water and said, "What do you lazy guys look like?

No matter how bad I cook it, it's still better than what Melvin cooked in Bulgaria last week!"

His eyes shifted to a tall man named Melvin.

He raised an international hand gesture towards Hunter, "You idiot, got your brain kicked by a donkey? It's obviously you who slapped your chest to ensure that you can cook this damn thing!"

Hunter politely returned the same gesture, "At least it can be eaten, unlike you who cooked it all!"

Eric shook his head and smiled bitterly.

The first few business transactions have been too smooth, and it seems that we need to find some serious trouble.

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Chapter completed!