Arms starts with hyenas in the Middle East

Chapter 595 Chapter 584
As she approached, three "Guardian Angel" bodyguards immediately stepped forward to block her path.

Sean leaned against the wall and took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. Gabriel beside him immediately took out a Zorro lighter to help him light it. He took a puff and exhaled the smoke, then waved his hand to signal them not to be nervous: "Madam, you must be the maid, thank you for calling to inform me, otherwise I would not have known about it."

When the maid saw him smoking, she immediately frowned and said, "Hey, you, this is a hospital, and it's the obstetrics and gynecology department, you can't smoke!"

Sean shrugged nonchalantly: "I wasn't in the delivery room."

Seeing that the other party wanted to say something, Sean turned to Gabriel and said, "Give this lady three hundred dollars and tell her to shut up."

Sean didn't want to pay attention to a chattering woman right now and was too lazy to deal with her. Although smoking was indeed prohibited in the hospital corridors, that was only for ordinary people. The privileged class had all kinds of privileges. Not to mention in the corridors, as long as he wanted, he would smoke in the delivery room in front of you. Of course, the premise was that the person giving birth there had nothing to do with him.

"Ma'am, please don't disturb the Boss."

Gabriel took out his wallet, counted out three hundred dollars, handed it to the maid, and warned her: "If you continue to pester me, we will force you to leave here."

The little maid originally wanted to say something, but seeing Gabriel's strong attitude and Sean's indifferent look, she opened her mouth and said nothing in the end. Her face was full of dissatisfaction, but Sean was too lazy to even look at it.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the corridor was filled with smoke. A pile of cigarette butts had accumulated under Sean's feet, and the little maid was so smoked that she stayed away from him. Suddenly, the door of the delivery room was pushed open from the inside, and a doctor wearing a mask came out, instantly attracting the attention of everyone present.

"Who are the patient's relatives? Where is her husband? Is he here?"

The doctor asked after looking around.

"Doctor, how is the situation? Is the delivery going smoothly?"

Sean threw the cigarette butt in his hand to the ground, stomped it out, walked forward and asked.

"The delivery went smoothly, it's a girl, are you the patient's husband?"

The doctor looked at the cigarette butt that Sean had just thrown away, the pile of cigarette butts on the ground, and the smoke-filled corridor, fanning it with his hand and asked.

"I am the child's father. Can I come in now?"

The doctor frowned and asked, "You are the patient's husband, who told you to smoke here?"

Sean's face suddenly turned cold when he heard this, and he said in a cold tone: "Doctor, you should answer my question first."

With his current status and the strength of the RFG Group, there are not many people in the world who dare to speak to him in this tone. Even if the President of the United States came and dared to question him in such a tone, he would dare to retort directly, not to mention a gynecologist. People change imperceptibly, and even he himself did not realize it. With the development and growth of the RFG Group and the more cards he held in his hands, he has become more and more stubborn. But this is not too bad. As long as RFG can continue to be strong and his cards can become more and more numerous and bigger, there will be no problem. It's just that if he fails one day, he may fall into an endless abyss.

Sean had truly crawled out of a pile of dead bodies, and his hands were stained with a lot of blood. His face turned cold, and the doctor immediately felt a chill on his back and couldn't help shivering. However, he didn't think much about it, nor was he scared. He even suspected that he had a cold.

"Go change your clothes and get rid of the cigarette smell on you. Don't smoke outside the delivery room next time."

Although the doctor was not frightened by Sean, his tone softened subconsciously. He himself didn't know what was going on, but he didn't delve into it. After he finished speaking, he turned around and took Sean to the locker room to change him into a set of delivery clothes.

In the delivery room, Fiona lay on the bed with a pale face, looking at the little thing being wiped by the nurse, with a little tenderness in her eyes. Suddenly, she seemed to feel something. She turned her head to look in the direction of the delivery room door. Under the guidance of the doctor, Sean, wearing a mask, walked in. Although he was wearing a mask, she recognized him at a glance, and a smile appeared on her face involuntarily.

"Sean..."

Fiona cried out weakly and tried hard to get up from the bed, but she was too weak to complete such a simple action.

Sean walked over, gently held her fair palm with one hand, and fiddled with it gently with the other hand. "Sukabulie, you dare to sneak attack your uncle Andre!"

Andre stood up panting and kicked the genetic warrior in the abdomen. The guy immediately moved sideways on the floor and stopped only after hitting the wall heavily.

"Wuhu, no strangulation, man, your whole box of vodka is gone!"

Igor said to Vasily proudly.

"Damn it, my poor vodka!"

Vasily wailed in pain.

"Guys, if it doesn't take more than five minutes, the loser will have to wash my stinky socks for a month."

Oleg patted Vasily on the shoulder and said seriously.

"Oh God, I don't want to live anymore!"

Vasily let out another howl of pain. It was obvious that Oleg's smelly socks were more lethal than a box of vodka.

"Hey, guys, what are you doing? Are you betting on Uncle Andre? I think I should be the beneficiary, right?"

Andre clapped his hands and walked over, glancing at several people. He knew the nature of these guys too well.

"I feel a little headache, I think I have a cold, guys. I leave it to you!" Vasily used the ultimate secret of illness escape technique, turned around and played yo-yo.

"Hey, don't forget my one month old stinky socks!"

Oleg shouted at the other person's back, causing Vasily to stagger.

……

In the Nazi underground laboratory in the Capitol Building in Argentina, Gudrun turned off the computer and turned to Schmidt and said, "From the last footage sent back by the Ultimate Warrior, this RFG Group seems to be not simple. That kind of firearm... As far as I know, no country or company in the world can have it. In other words, they may have developed a new, epoch-making weapon. Apart from that, we don't know whether they only have firearms. But a glimpse of the whole picture shows that they definitely cannot have only this kind of advanced light weapons. It is very likely that they have some equally advanced heavy weapons."

Schmidt nodded and said, "The real background of this so-called RFG Group is probably not as simple as we have found out. Such weapons and equipment cannot be developed in one or two years. According to the information we have found, they started by selling arms. More than a year ago, the founder was just an arms broker at the bottom of Baghdad. In just over a year, it has developed into a giant in the industry and is even about to squeeze into the top ten. This speed is incredible. Moreover, their goods are all shipped from an unknown company. We have not been able to find out the name of this company, its registered place, and the information is blank."

Gudrun looked solemn: "This is obviously not a normal phenomenon. The only thing that can be confirmed at present is that there is someone behind the RFG Group. We don't know who it is. And the founder, Sean, is also related to the Illuminati. Maybe..." As he spoke, Gudrun's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Perhaps we can reach some cooperation. We have advanced biotechnology, and they have more advanced weapons. The two sides can complement each other, which may not be a bad thing..."

The more Gudrun talked, the more feasible it seemed to him. Although they had received intelligence that the RFG Group had recently recruited a large number of experts in biology, viruses, medicine, etc., and was obviously planning to study the things left behind by the Nazis, this just showed that the other party had no foundation in this area. If he could provide some help to the other party in this regard, then could the other party also provide some help in weapons? In this way, if there was no conflict of interest between the two parties, cooperation would be normal, and the Nazis could also take the opportunity to steal the other party's technology.

As for who will make more profit in the end, it depends on the abilities of both parties.

They have basically taken control of Argentina now, and they are not without roots in Germany. If they can obtain RFG's advanced weapons technology, it is not impossible for the Nazis to revive again.

"We can send someone to contact him, but as for the selection of the person..."

Schmidt hesitated. After all, they had just attacked the opponent's laboratory. He would not think that the opponent did not know that the attackers were the Nazis. If he sent someone to contact them at this time, the selection of this person would be very important. It was necessary to show that they attached enough importance to the opponent, but this person could not be too core figure. They only had a few core figures, each of whom was crucial and they could not afford to lose any.

"We can ask August Hansen to go there. He has taken so many of our resources. It's time for him to make some contributions for us."

Gudrun said after thinking for a while.

August Hansen is the current head of Germany's BND. BND is Germany's intelligence organization, with the full name of the German Federal Intelligence Service. It was established in April 1956 by the German Federation with the support of the United States according to the template of the Central Intelligence Agency (CIA). In a sense, the FBI is a replica of the United States' CIA in the Federal Republic of Germany. It is a secret intelligence agency run and commanded by senior generals of the Wehrmacht with mustaches. Its backbone is basically composed of the old team of Nazi intelligence chief Gehlen. Its first director was Reinhard Gehlen.

"Yes, Augusta is enough for testing, and the other party should not dare to do anything to Augusta. After all, his public identity is a kind of guarantee."

When Schmidt heard the proposal, he thought about it for a moment and then agreed.

Augusta's official identity is the current director of the German BND. If the other party really takes action against Augusta because of this attack, Sean gave the order with a gloomy face. He didn't know who was coming, but he had some guesses in his mind.

The underground laboratory, the 56th floor, is a base specially designated for Oleg's team. It is built entirely in the style of a small military base and includes a shooting range, an indoor training ground and an accommodation area.

"Boys, there are bastards who want to make us unemployed. Capture them alive and let them see how powerful the Future Warriors are!"

Oleg assembled the team, gave an order, and led two people fully armed into the elevator.

Andrei and Nikolai were left in the laboratory. They both knew what was being researched here, and once there was a problem, they would have to step out to solve the problem. Not only them, but starting from the 56th floor, every ten floors above were reserved for stationed employees, so that someone could deal with it as soon as possible when a problem occurred in the laboratory.

Outside the temporary camp, ordinary employees were completely unable to withstand the frontal attack of the Ultimate Warriors, while the team of five genetic warriors were assisting on the flanks, killing the camp employees and were about to break through the defense line.

"Damn you bastard, go to hell!"

An employee carried an AT-4 individual anti-tank rocket launcher and pulled the trigger at the tall monster with a ferocious look on his face.

Whoosh!
boom!
bang bang bang...

Boom boom...

The rocket hit the target successfully, and the last two rockets and bullets on the Ultimate Warrior exploded, and the huge shock wave blew him away.

Da da da……

The genetic team on the flank fired a burst of shots at the employee, turning him into a bloody mess on the spot.

But when the smoke cleared, the Ultimate Warrior, although his clothes were torn and his body was covered in blood, still stood up again. He stepped on the ground and actually charged directly despite the firepower of the camp employees. His 2.5-meter height made it as unstoppable as a heavy tank. The bullets hitting him were useless except for splashing blood. The bombardment of rockets could hinder his steps, but that was all. The employees could only retreat again and again. If this thing got close, no one would be able to withstand even a collision.

However, no one noticed that the genetic warriors who were originally assisting the ultimate warrior on the flank had disappeared at some point.

Although the Nazis were lunatics, they were just crazy, not mentally retarded. They certainly knew that it was impossible for them to force their way in from above with just a biological weapon. Given the opponent's firepower configuration, if they dared to attack from the front, they would surely die, and they probably wouldn't even be able to touch the door of the laboratory.

They have just been strengthened by genetic drugs and are a little stronger than ordinary people, but not supermen. They are still carbon-based creatures. Gunpowder weapons are more than enough to eliminate them. At most, a few more employees can be replaced. If Sean takes action, it is only because of him. Of course, it is also because he is indeed a tough nut to crack.

(End of this chapter)