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Chapter 1776 Do You Know What a Threat Is? (Second update, please subscribe)
South Pacific Libyan Oil Company.

It is not only the only oil company in Libya, but also the largest enterprise in the country.

Of course, this is a foreign-funded enterprise, and this seven-story building is its headquarters in Libya.

Over the years, many Libyans have been proud to be able to work here, and in order to enter this building, many locals have taken the initiative to learn Mandarin.

Today seems to be different from usual.

A row of desert-colored Trinity military trucks rumbled to a stop in front of the building, their tires making a harsh sound as they rubbed against the ground.

As soon as the car stopped, a large group of soldiers jumped out of the car. Their military boots stepped heavily on the ground, making dull footsteps.

Most of these soldiers were holding rifles, with an almost fanatical excitement on their faces, shouting slogans that were incomprehensible, and rushed straight into the gate of the oil company. Then they broke into the building. Although the security personnel in the building also had weapons, they could only raise their hands in front of the army.

After all, a tank drove into the yard. Although it was an old M4 tank, it was enough to bully them.

No one thinks they can fight tanks with pistols and rifles.

"Everyone, come out! Come out now!"

The leading officer brandished his pistol, his voice hoarse and rough, and his eyes were fierce, as if he would pull the trigger at any time.

The staff in the office were frightened and at a loss what to do by the sudden intrusion.

Files were scattered all over the floor, but no one dared to touch them. Some soldiers even kicked the computers off the table.

Apparently even these unsophisticated bumpkins know what is expensive.

Some foreign employees from SEA were dragged out roughly by the soldiers before they could argue. The local employees lowered their heads, looking pale, and did not dare to resist at all, because they knew that these soldiers really dared to kill people, at least dared to kill them.

"Hurry! Gather in the front yard! Don't dawdle!"

The soldiers pushed the staff violently and without patience. A well-dressed local female staff member was pushed to the ground, and one of her high heels was broken, but she did not dare to stay, so she could only stagger to her feet and follow the crowd out.

Here, the local female employees dress not much differently from European women, and they don't even wear headscarves.

But in the eyes of those soldiers, this was immoral. Some soldiers even cursed them and spit in their faces.

In this situation, the SEAs in the company took the initiative to hold these women behind them to protect them. The women were so terrified and protected by others, and followed other employees to take the elevator downstairs.

Hundreds of oil company employees were driven into the yard.

Although Hans was not the manager of the Libyan headquarters, he was the highest-ranking foreign employee on site - after the military coup, the top executives of the oil company had flown to Italy.

It is always like this - those who are at the forefront are all small people. In fact, Hans is not a small person either. In name, he is the deputy manager of the Libya headquarters.

At this time, he tried to remain calm. He comforted his nervous colleagues around him and tried to communicate with the soldiers.

He looked at the soldiers and said:

"Mr. Officer, we are foreign investors. According to international law, you have no right to treat us like this. I request to see a representative of my country."

This is a normal and reasonable request, but no one will pay attention to any reasonable request.

The leading officer sneered when he heard his words.

Then he walked slowly to Hans and looked the guy up and down with contempt and disdain in his eyes.

The officer didn't say anything. He just stared at the guy in front of him. Then he pulled out a pistol from his waist and waved the muzzle in front of Hans' eyes, as if warning him not to talk too much.

Faced with such a threat, Hans did not back down. His eyes were firm and calm as he continued:

"Mr. Officer, I must remind you that we are SEA people!"

We are SEA people!
This statement may seem conceited, but it is actually a warning. Everyone knows that SEA protects its own people!

Faced with such a warning, the officer raised the corners of his mouth and sneered. He looked at Hans, as if he was weighing something.

After a moment, as if he had made a decision, he turned and walked to the local employee, and the man's face immediately showed despair. At this time, the officer raised his pistol, pointed it at the man's head, and pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

The sound of gunfire echoed in the empty front yard, and the local employee fell to the ground. Blood gushed out of his opened skull, staining the ground red.

The other local employees all screamed in fear. Some covered their mouths, while others collapsed on the ground, shaking all over. Some female employees even cried out in fear. After shooting one person, the officer turned around, walked up to Hans again, and said coldly:

"Do you believe it or not? We will kill all of you, you damn foreign vampires. Even if we kill you all, it won't make up for the sins you have committed!"

Then he put the muzzle of the gun against Hans' forehead, and the hot muzzle even burned Hans' forehead.

Facing the threat, Hans's face remained calm. He glanced at the corpse on the ground, took a deep breath, and continued:
"If you do that, it will only make things worse. Our country will not sit idly by, they will take action."

Almost no one noticed that his fingers were trembling slightly. However, he still held on and said in a calm tone:
"Do you think this is just a military operation?"

Shaking his head, he sneered:
"No, the oil companies will not sit idly by. They will hire the Black Knight Company and send their best personnel to investigate all of you in more detail than the CIA. Then, they will send their best mercenaries, and then you will be eliminated one by one like prey.

If you flee back to the desert, flee back to your tribe, they will send planes to blow up your tents that smell of camel dung, whether it is your parents, wives, children or daughters sleeping inside, they will be blown up into the sky! "

Hans stared at the other man, who now seemed to be the officer he was threatening:

"If one of our people dies today, we will kill all of you, no matter if you are an officer who gave the order or an ordinary soldier. In our eyes, you are just a pile of camel shit smelling like camel shit. We will find you and kill your entire family!"

Hans spoke these words in Arabic. While speaking, he even looked at the soldiers with cold eyes. Faced with the verbal threat, the soldiers with weapons even lowered their guns out of guilt.

The officer's face became even gloomier. He could tell what was a threat and what was a bluff.

And the other party was obviously not bluffing.

The officer took a vicious puff on his cigarette, the smoke puffing out of his nostrils and filling the air. He stared at Hans, as if he was weighing something.

The officer sneered, his voice full of sarcasm:
"Now, on behalf of the Libyan government, I inform you that in order to ensure that Libya's oil is not plundered by foreign vampires, we will implement the policy of oil nationalization. All oil fields in Libya belong to the Libyan people. You are ordered to leave the country within 24 hours. Otherwise, we will regard you as illegal immigrants and arrest you all."

Sure enough, what is meant to come will always come!
Hans's eyes remained calm, but his heart was already in turmoil. He knew that the current situation was no longer under his control. He came here to launch a coup, but he did not expect that some people would act faster. He asked:

"Are you sure? Are you sure you want to seize our oil fields?"

The officer sneered, his voice filled with an almost crazy determination:

"Those are Libya's oil fields! This is the people's decision! From today on, Libya's oil fields must return to the hands of the Libyans!"

Looking at the arrogant officer, Hans sneered:
"Hey, do you know what you did?

In order to obtain the rights to explore for oil, we spent hundreds of millions of dollars. During the exploration period, all other oil companies gave up, but we persisted. It took us several years and more than 200 million dollars to find the oil field.

It costs hundreds of thousands of dollars to build an oil well, but we have drilled thousands of oil wells here, spending more than a billion dollars.

Not only that, we also need to build houses, roads, and other supporting facilities, which costs another 200 million US dollars. In order to transport the oil, we have to build oil pipelines and ports, which costs 1 billion US dollars. In the past ten years, we have spent billions of dollars to develop the oil here.

Right now, these fields are producing 330 million barrels of oil a day, and at $3 a barrel, that's $1000 million a day, every day for the next 50 years. And you tell me you're going to take it all away from me now!"

Hans smiled coldly and said nothing more. He swept his eyes over the soldiers around him, with the corners of his mouth raised, as if he was mocking their naivety.

Who would give up all this?

However, he did not argue about anything, nor did he need to argue about anything. In fact, all arguments were meaningless.

Looking at the frightened staff, he knew that all he could do now was to try his best to protect the safety of himself and his colleagues.

The officer waved his hand, and the soldiers began to drive the staff out of the front yard. Hans was pushed forward, but his eyes remained calm and firm.

He just looked at these Libyan soldiers with cold eyes. Do they know what they have done?

These people will never know what other countries may do to get their hands on oil!
Go wild, it's your right.

Next is the time for you to cry bitterly. As for when they will cry bitterly, Hans is not sure, but he believes that no country will give up such a large and high-yield oil field.

And this oil field is closely related to all of them.

"Manager, what should we do now?"

The staff on the side looked at the manager nervously. They were driven out of the company just like that, and they were not even allowed to go back to their accommodation to retrieve their luggage.

Hans said, shaking his head.

"What to do? This is no longer a problem we need to consider. The rest will be left to the country."

(End of this chapter)