Chapter 1946: Chapter 512: Desert Eagle (Part 2)

10:30 AM.

A van labeled Ixora Floral Studio drove into the gates of Kevin’s house. After the gardeners got off, Kevin and his group quickly hopped onto the van.

Changing clothes again, Inzaghi started to grumble.

Luckily, this time he was wearing a suit, so he didn’t mind too much.

The group finally relaxed after boarding the private jet.

Young Master excitedly said, "Uncle Kevin, we look like special agents."

"That’s the price of fame,"

Kevin said, ruffling Young Master’s hair.

Don’t think you’re free; if you really get together with En Jing, you’ll get the celebrity treatment too.

Tunisia and Italy are separated by the sea.

Back when the Mediterranean was blockaded, the Italians were left dumbfounded.

The importance of sea power was immediately apparent during that era.

This flight will take about an hour or so.

Kevin handed Ramos a notebook with the travel plans inside.

Ramos’s eyes widened after seeing it.

Kevin just silently nodded.

Ramos, who initially wasn’t very interested, suddenly got excited.

After all, most men still enjoy adventure, as you can tell from the adventure games played in childhood.

Inzaghi curiously asked, "Did Kevin write you a love letter?"

Ramos disdainfully glanced at Inzaghi, no wonder Kevin didn’t tell him.

If Inzaghi knew about this, the American expedition team would arrive in Tunisia by tomorrow.

After more than an hour, the group landed in Tunis city.

The per capita GDP of Tunisia is about $3,500, whereas the rent in the city center of Tunis is $240 a month, and property prices are around $850 per square meter. A liter of milk costs approximately $0.44.

With the average income in this country, it’s still difficult to live in the capital, Tunis city.

Even without shared areas, buying a 100-square-meter house requires one to work for 24 years without eating or drinking.

The group simply stayed at the three-star Pasha Hotel near Carthage Airport, which was slightly inferior to the hotels Milan usually stays at for away games.

After lunch, Kevin went back to his room to sort out the documents.

Knock knock—

The sound of knocking on the door echoed.

Kevin immediately put the documents under the mattress and went to open the door.

"Chris, what’s up?"

Seeing it was Young Master, Kevin asked curiously.

"Uncle Kevin, we aren’t here to see some West African species, are we?"

Young Master asked bluntly.

"Why would you say that?"

Kevin closed the door and asked, curious about Young Master’s answer.

"Because I know you well. Even when you travel abroad, you rarely bring Neo. And even if you do, he only handles tasks like preventing paparazzi from taking photos or colliding with you,"

Young Master said while sitting on the sofa.

Kevin extended his left palm, signaling him to continue.

Encouraged, Young Master continued, "Since leaving Milan today, I’ve noticed he’s been on high alert, which doesn’t seem like he’s just trying to avoid ordinary paparazzi photos."

Kevin nodded, saying nothing.

Young Master said, "So you’re here to connect with the rebels, hoping they can drive the French forces out of Tunisia!"

Spurt...

Cough, cough.

Kevin, sipping mineral water, almost choked to death.

Could Uncle Kevin really seem like that kind of person to you?

"You should know, Chris, Tunisia has been independent for almost 60 years now, it’s not a French colony,"

Kevin said.

"But everyone here speaks French, and the French forces are still present,"

Young Master argued.

Although he doesn’t really like studying, he’s spoken French before.

Rich kids usually learn one or two foreign languages.

"You’re overthinking it,"

Kevin said, putting his arm around Young Master’s shoulder. "We’re not here to watch North African species since this place is the homeland of cockroaches. Ricardo got a treasure map, so I decided to bring you all on a treasure hunt."

Kevin dared not hide it any longer.

Kids at this age have an incredible curiosity.

If he conducted his own investigation, he might accidentally leak information.

Young Master excitedly covered his mouth, wildly waving his right arm.

He swore he’d make Danny envious beyond measure when he gets back.

"Let’s go, let’s grab something to eat,"

Kevin took the documents under the mattress and burned them in front of Young Master before putting an arm around him and leaving.

"Sergio, do you want to come out and play?"

Kevin asked while knocking on the door.

Ramos cautiously opened the door, shook his head and said, "I’ll pass, I’m working out."

Ramos said, patting the muscles on his legs.

Young Master swallowed hard; he had seen Ramos fly-kick someone several meters away a few times.

Who knows how that Liben player and Busquets are doing now.

Kaka also declined Kevin’s invitation.

Kevin left with Young Master.

For just 20 dollars, Kevin found a local guide.

Not the pretty girl from a Jack Chen movie, but a somewhat unkempt, yellow-toothed middle-aged man.

"Kadhan Temple is our most significant temple, it was once a slave trading market. After all, many ships passed through Tunis city, and it was said that you could buy any type of slave here at the time,"

the middle-aged guide said.

"We’re not interested in that. Anything like snacks?"

Kevin asked in French.

"Then we must head to the seaside."