Arms starts with hyenas in the Middle East

Chapter 289 NCA
The cost of renting a launch silo to launch satellites is not low. For example, United Launch Alliance (ULA) charges about US$3.8 million per launch, and SpaceX charges about US$9000 million for launches. Of course, the launch price of low-orbit satellites is relatively high. Cheap, there are also some small satellites that can carry rides, and the price is also lower.

But what he wants to launch is a positioning system satellite, and the launch price is destined to not be cheap.

Take the United States' Global Positioning System (GPS) as an example. There are 24 satellites distributed on 6 different orbital planes, with an orbital altitude of approximately 20200 kilometers and an orbital inclination of 55°.

In short, he wants to get a global positioning system. Even for civilian positioning systems, the launch cost is quite high. Now that there is an opportunity for free prostitution in front of him, of course he will seize it.

Of course, he would not be stupid enough to use it for military purposes, otherwise he would be beaten down by others in a minute. Moreover, no matter how stupid Prince William was, he would not agree to it. Even if he agreed, the Empire on which the Sun Never Sets would not agree, so he never thought about this. Passed.

In short, who says civilian use cannot be used in the military, right?

……

The Sun Never Sets on Empire, London, Welsh Barracks.

This military barracks was built by Prince William specifically for his own bodyguards and was specially designed for the Royal Regiment of Wales of the British Army.

"Commander Sandru, see you tomorrow."

This was a strange vehicle that he didn't recognize, which made him feel more uneasy in his heart. Looking at the closed door of his home was like a devil's cave that preyed on people.

"Ms. Cadet, see you tomorrow."

He didn't know why, but his right eyelid kept twitching today. He suddenly wanted to go home and see his wife and children.

He drove his car back home, but there seemed to be a traffic jam on the road ahead. He was a little irritated and slapped the steering wheel hard.

"Commander Sandru, if I were you, I would put down my pistol and let him go."

After finally arriving home, he stopped the car and looked at the vehicles parked in front of his house with some strangeness.

"Hi Mira, are you home?"

He didn't know why he was so irritable today, but he just wanted to get angry. Finally, the road was clear. He stepped on the accelerator and rushed home, as if it would be difficult to see his family if he went late. This feeling was very strange, and besides being irritable, it also made him feel a little uneasy.

Sandro is the commander of the Royal Welsh Regiment of the British Army. He is also a soldier selected from the army by Prince William himself as the leader of his own bodyguard. He has a strong body, a tough face, and an extremely tough style. He is a typical Hawk figure.

Click!

"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, ****!"

The man didn't show any panic when the pistol was pressed against his head. He just raised his hands in cooperation and spoke calmly, as if he was stating a truth.

Ding Dong!

Sandro bravely rang the doorbell and asked loudly. At the same time, he put his hand on his gun and pressed his whole body against the wall beside him, feeling extremely nervous.

Without thinking, Sandro pulled out the gun from his waist and put it against the opponent's head.

He is not some fat-minded useless officer, he was once a soldier who served in the Royal Marines of the Empire where the sun never sets!
The Imperial Royal Marines are the oldest rapid reaction force in the world. They conduct training and combat missions in extreme environments all over the world all year round. They are known as the elite of Great Britain and are under the jurisdiction of the Imperial Navy. The amphibious warfare force has an extremely long historical background, and its origins can be traced back to October 1664.

The door opened, and as he thought, the person who came out was not his wife, but a strange man in a black suit.

"Don't move. It's not a polite habit for you to break into someone's house without permission."

"who are you?"

Sandru was not affected by the other party's words. As a former warrior, he had his own judgment ability.

"NCA, I think Mr. Sandro knows us well."

NCA, the full name of the Imperial Criminal Investigation Bureau, was established in 2006. It mainly investigates various types of crimes. It is similar to the FBI in the beautiful country. Its predecessor was the Major Organized Crime Agency (SOCA). (Parallel time and space, don’t go into details. This department does exist in reality, and it is indeed similar to the FBI in the United States, but in most cases they don’t care about crimes committed by soldiers.)
"How do I confirm your identity?"

Sandru frowned. He didn't understand why people from the NCA came to his home.

"I have the certificate in my pocket, you can verify it, Mr. Legion Commander."

The man curled his finger and pointed at his jacket pocket, indicating to the other party to get it himself.

Sandru stared at the other party closely, took out the other party's ID from the other party's pocket vigilantly, took it out and observed it carefully.

National Crime Agency.

Name: Jack Massu

Sex: Male
Position: Detective

No.: CN6237564
There is also an exclusive seal and the other party's photo on it. Of course Sandru recognizes the other party's ID. He doesn't even need to call to confirm to be sure that the other party is genuine.

However, he still chose to call to confirm. After receiving a positive reply, he put down the gun against the other person's head.

"Why did you show up at my house?"

After confirming the identity of the other party, Sandru felt very confused.

"Originally, I was supposed to go to the military camp to find you, but you chose to go home today."

Jack said with a helpless shrug.

"Did I commit a crime?"

Sandru became even more confused. He couldn't remember any criminal activities he had been involved in.

"I'm afraid you need to come with me about Mali, Mr. Sandro."

Jack did not choose to capture the other party by force. He did not think that the other party, as the head of His Royal Highness William's bodyguard, would choose to escape. Regardless of honor or anything else, he would not be able to arrest him, otherwise Prince William would not let him go, and he family.

Hearing the word "Mali", he seemed to understand something, and he could only sigh dejectedly and give up: "I understand, but I hope you can give me a few minutes to see my wife and my wife." child."

"Of course, Mr. Legion Commander."

Jack turned sideways and let the other person in.

……

Bamako, alluvial plain, British alluvial military camp.

Richard sat in his office, staring blankly at the family photo in his hand.

The photo showed a sexy white woman and himself, holding a cute pink girl.

"Martha, my love, Tiffany, my most precious child, may God bless you, Amen!"

He made the sign of the cross on his chest. This was perhaps his most devout prayer and also his last.

He took out his gun, took off the magazine, pressed a single bullet into the chamber, and slowly stuffed the muzzle of the gun into his mouth.

boom!
(End of this chapter)