Chapter 601 Welcome to Hell

William White is definitely not arrogant. If he thinks that he is omnipotent, he will really suffer.

Exposure, charity, public opinion, public approval, and the support of the church are his fundamentals.

Why do you have to deal with Murdoch? The old guy obviously has no good intentions. If the character set that he worked so hard on is destroyed, he'd better find a place to hide.

Look at what happened to Leo Vanta, public opinion, justice, all these things. Is there anything that speaks for him?

The Fed has lost trillions of dollars, and journalists who like to ask the truth have collectively chosen to ignore it.

Don't talk about public opinion supervision and judicial independence, these things have limits. Beyond a certain range, the individual is powerless.

This guy was not killed immediately, because he remembered the passwords and account numbers of those banks. After the U.S. emperor obtained special investigative powers, there is no need for him to continue to live.

So what about the Three Caves of the Cunning Rabbit? So, people who are too smart sometimes do stupid things.

A tribe near the Congo rainforest, looking at the broken bricks and walls in front of him, Uday was a little depressed.

"You said that there is a big diamond mine here? Now tell me, where is the diamond? Or, where is the gold mine."

Uday is already mad with hatred, Nima, you have nothing, why are you resisting. Now it's all right, the movement is so big, but there is nothing to gain. My boss is in a bad mood recently, if I let him know what happened here.

Well, Uday didn't dare to continue thinking.

A dilapidated village is just the epitome of Africa. On this continent, there are all kinds of predators of the weak everywhere.

For gold, for diamonds, for food. Well, they have too many reasons to fight. A group of black-hearted arms dealers are dumping their weapons at low prices.

William White doesn't sell weapons, that's his bottom line. He is very clear that this business cannot be done. Once this label is attached, the persona he manages will completely collapse. Rest assured, there are definitely a bunch of guys throwing rocks down the well. If he fell, it would be a gluttonous feast.

Seeing that his team leader was upset, his subordinates were also trembling. If the boss feeds the lions, their fate will not be too good.

"Boss, we have taken all the territory back this time, and no one can tell us what to do again."

"Bastard, this is our territory. By the way, how did the group of Gallic roosters react?"

"No, those bastards, but they seem to be supporting a large tribe."

"Oh, it's a terrible place here. Even children of a few years have weapons in their hands. My God, what the hell is this place."

Uday doesn't have a God's perspective, and if he had one, he would have found it. In this continent, there is no peaceful place at all. There is war everywhere, there is hunger everywhere. Groups of refugees are migrating like wildebeest.

Well, God can't see it, because it's more like hell here.

Strange to say, there were droughts in Africa before, and they seem to be more severe than now. However, the extent of this large-scale famine seems to be very serious.

"George, I'm planning a charity dinner at the White Center in Los Angeles. How are you doing?"

"I'm free, tell me the specific time, by the way, what's the theme."

"Damn, buddy, I'm asking you, do you have any ideas for elephants? This time the theme is famine in Africa. You'd better get some farmers over."

"Hey, are you planning to go back again?"

"Not yet. The people below said that the situation is very bad. If you don't do something now, you may be criticized in the future."

"Ha, a retreat?"

"I want to be pragmatic. You send soldiers to escort me. There are wars everywhere now. I said, do those arms dealers pay taxes?"

"Hahaha, they have already chased them to Africa in order to pay taxes. To be honest, it would be good if you hired them to escort them."

"The CIA is really shameless. It will cause trouble if it does this. And the Gallic rooster, what do these guys think, and why do they still have this colonial thinking."

"Haha, I thought you would go down. There are many people who miss you. The people in Kazafei are very active recently, if Damai is safe."

"People will die, many people will die, I don't like it, so just let them go."

Little Bush was very disapproving. He thought that William White was really a bit glassy. Anyway, it's not my own child, so whatever you want.

William White still decided to do something. He didn't have a wife, so he could only do this kind of cleaning by himself.

This is the case in the United States, no matter how ugly the food looks, when you go out to meet people, just wipe your mouth. As long as no one can see the blood on your mouth it's fine.

As for holding some charity auctions, that's just a fun thing to do. The food you donate is not enough to feed the cats. Not many victims were rescued, but a lot of moths were fed.

Well, William White didn't care either. What he cares about is the form and the comfort in his heart, which is similar to the meaning of going to church.

It's not that he is cold-blooded, this is simply an unsolvable problem.

The birth rate, death rate and growth rate of Africa's population rank first in the world, and the out-of-control population has intensified leading to the emergence of a food shortage crisis.

Regardless of the poor living conditions of the black buddies, they never delay in giving birth. Without those electronic products, the only entertainment seems to be to have children.

Excessive population growth will inevitably accelerate the destruction of the ecological environment. Africa is full of scattered small tribes, slash-and-burn farming is a relatively common state, and water conservancy facilities are even more cloudy. This kind of extensive farming has brought the entire ecosystem into a very bad situation.

In addition, due to overgrazing of the nomadic peoples on the African grasslands, soil erosion is serious and the ground temperature rises slowly. Since the rain is caused by rising warm, moist air, it rains even less than before until drought strikes.

Well, these are not the most important. Serious tribal conflicts, coupled with the forced wholesale political system of European and American countries.

Tangerines grown in Huainan are oranges, and oranges grown in Huaibei are oranges. Well, although this statement is a bit ridiculous, there are basically two varieties.

A suitable system in the United States may not be feasible in other places. It's not that there are no people who have completely studied the United States, and I haven't seen anything good from learning it.

Africa is already messed up enough that it can't stand up to it at all. A more reasonable way is to give them a relatively independent space and give them a period of time to adapt.

As for what they like? That's someone else's choice. Outsiders are better left alone.

It's a pity that the US emperor is unwilling. They still like to tell people that you should be like this and you should not be like that. European partners are also unwilling to give up the cheap resources here.

Well, the tragedy in Africa is simply doomed. No matter how capable you are alone, it is impossible to change something.

Speaking of Somali pirates, as long as it is an individual, it will gnash its teeth. However, has anyone ever thought about how this group of fishermen became pirates.

People fish in canoes, and you come with trawlers. God, why don't you catch them at your own door.

The few lands are full of all kinds of chemical wastes discarded at will. The water source is gone, the food is gone, and the fish are gone. So what's not to be a pirate?

The despicableness and shamelessness of human beings are vividly displayed on this continent. Nobody wants to invest, nobody likes this place. Even if there are mineral resources, they are all exploited brutally.

Such an unscrupulous scourge, the African continent can only be called hell. The consequences of doing so are more serious than colonization.