HK Composite: Starting from Shenghe Leading

Chapter 581 When disaster strikes, we all fly away

It should be understood that for warlord armies like this, ensuring that each person had a rifle was already quite good; they were far from being extravagant enough to equip everyone with relevant protective gear.

In the Golden Triangle area, a human life might not be worth as much as an Aka 47.

Especially those Boy Scouts, who didn't even need to be paid, just had some opium to eat and dared to charge ahead recklessly.

Under such circumstances, no warlord would use the money he gets to equip his subordinates; the best choice would be to buy mansions and luxury cars in America and keep a few concubines.

"Why haven't our people arrived yet? Hutchison Security is basically using us as target practice!"

"Counterattack! Counterattack now! You guys can't even use an RPG, what kind of training have you been doing?!"

"Quickly report to General Chatchai and mobilize troops to reinforce us immediately. The enemy has already deployed snipers, and close combat is inevitable. Without sufficient manpower, we simply cannot hold out..."

The various suggestions from his subordinates were destined never to reach General Chatchai.

Because in that area turned into ruins by Hellfire missiles, two teams of soldiers were desperately searching for survivors, but ten minutes had passed and they still hadn't found any signs of life.

"General Chachai, you must not be hurt! You must hold on, we'll get you out of here..."

"General, we can't do without you! Without you, this army will fall apart. You must be blessed with good fortune..."

"Stop hesitating and get the general out of here!"

Despite the soldiers' tireless search and rescue efforts, they have not found any clues, let alone any living people or even bodies.

At this moment, the gunfire from the perimeter became increasingly intense, and experienced veterans could tell that it was definitely not the sound of an AKA-47.

What does this mean?
This indicates that the enemy has already breached the defenses and is advancing very quickly.

"Sir, if we don't leave now, it will be too late..."

The soldiers' whispered words of comfort immediately changed Song Muticha's expression. He looked around and, finding no one paying attention, lowered his voice and asked, "What should we do if General Chachai isn't dead?"

"Sir, such a large missile has fallen, turning even concrete safe houses into fragments. Will the people inside still be alive?"

"Stop looking. Even if we find it in the end, all we'll get is a cold, lifeless corpse. By then, we won't even have a chance to escape."

"We can't beat Hutchison Security. Not only are their personnel highly skilled, but their equipment is also far superior to ours. Let alone us, even the Myanmar government's army would probably be in trouble in a direct confrontation..."

"As the saying goes, 'Where there's life, there's hope.' Let's take advantage of the chaos to grab some valuables so we can recruit more soldiers and make a comeback later..."

Song Muticha was somewhat tempted by his subordinate's words.

After all, a cook who doesn't aspire to be a general isn't a good tailor.

Although he did not intend to betray General Chatchai, at this critical juncture, he had no better choice.

Taking the money and running away is the most rational decision.

"Go and gather your trusted people right now, and search for as many valuable items as possible. I'll only give you ten minutes."

"We'll meet on the path in the woods to the west in ten minutes."

"Remember, you must find someone you absolutely trust; don't go to anyone you can't trust."

After instructing his subordinates and reassuring the search and rescue team soldiers, Song Muticha made an excuse and slipped away.

He believed he had done everything he could, since Chatchai was killed by a missile before he even saw the enemy.

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Meanwhile, Lin Zehao returned to Er Mao. No one knew what he talked about with the second-generation boss, and no one knew whether the deal was actually finalized.

Inside the luxurious manor.

Lin Ze and Hauklavchuk sat facing each other in the living room, chatting animatedly. Both of them had smiles on their faces and seemed to be in very good moods.

"Dear Lin, I heard that you were recently invited by the Second Generation to go to that mysterious country. What was it like there? Would you be willing to tell me about it?"

Lin Zehao waved his hand and said, "The reason why mysterious things are mysterious is precisely because of their unknown characteristics."

"I'd better not be the one to lift the veil; let it remain a mystery."

Moreover, if some words were actually spoken, certain unspeakable entities would definitely intervene, causing painstakingly written material to be arbitrarily deleted, rendered incoherent, or even turned into utter nonsense...

Therefore, it's best not to discuss this topic.

"Mr. Lin is wise; it's better not to discuss this kind of issue."

Kravchuk first offered a word of praise, then changed the subject, "Mr. Lin, have you heard? Map Head is actually going to Oslo City Hall in Norway to receive the Nobel Peace Prize."

"It's unbelievable that someone with blood on his hands could receive the Nobel Peace Prize. It's truly ironic..."

The figure Kravchuk is referring to is none other than Mikhail Gorbachev, the current leader of the Polar Bear Alliance.

Why does he have such a nickname?
Because Gorbachev had a red birthmark on his head that resembled a map.

This birthmark is scientifically known as a port-wine stain.

Port-wine stains are patches composed of numerous dilated capillaries and are a type of congenital capillary malformation.

Port-wine stains have little impact on the body, and unlike some benign tumors, they are not raised above the skin and can be considered as a special piece of skin.

Many children are born with hemangiomas, which usually disappear as they grow up.

However, from a pathological perspective, port-wine stains are composed of a complex network of lesions and blood vessels.

If an adult has a port-wine stain, it often becomes darker and redder with age, rises above the skin, and may even develop into nodules or bumps.

Gorbachev had a full head of hair when he was young, so you can't tell at all.

In his old age, his once thick hair turned into a receding hairline. However, due to his special status, the media within the Polar Bear Alliance were instructed that any pictures of Gorbachev should not show the red birthmark on his head, as this was a matter of national dignity.

Under such high-pressure orders, the people within the Polar Bear Alliance remained unaware that Gorbachev had a red birthmark resembling a map on his head.

It wasn't until Gorbachev visited the West that the local media, in an effort to smear the image of the Polar Bear Alliance, deliberately photographed the bright red birthmark so clearly that it was immediately visible. Only then did the people of the Polar Bear Alliance suddenly realize that their leader actually had a red birthmark on his head!
Such incidents are actually quite common in the Polar Bear Alliance.

For example, Kosygin, the prime minister of the Polar Bear Union, developed a mole on one side of his face as he grew older.

The mole grew slowly, and because Kosygin's position within the system was not high at the time, the Polar Bear Alliance media did not completely Photoshop the photo, and the mole could be vaguely seen in the newspaper photo.

It wasn't until 1964, when Kosygin became the Prime Minister of the Polar Bear Union, that the higher-ups felt the mole affected his leadership qualities and had it removed.

However, while the Polar Bear Alliance's media outlets opted for photoshopping, Western media outlets did not use any beautification or filters, and were even eager to expose your ugly side to the public.

This situation has also caused considerable public concern.

Left with no other option, Kosygin had to resort to medical means to remove the mole.

At this point, some people might ask, why didn't Gorbachev choose medical means to remove the erythema?
Because, even thirty years later, port-wine stains are difficult to cure, let alone back then. At best, laser therapy can be used, and the effect is not negligible, but it is better than nothing.

Under these circumstances, Gorbachev had no choice but to wear a hat to cover himself up.

"It may be somewhat ironic, but during his tenure, he did effectively improve the status quo of the arms race with the United States, implemented the policy of eliminating land-based intermediate-range missiles globally, and carried out large-scale reductions in nuclear weapons, which can be considered a contribution to world peace."

Although the Intermediate-Range Nuclear Forces Treaty (INF Treaty) and the Strategic Arms Reduction Treaty (START) have not yet been signed, after five or six years of negotiations, well-informed people are generally aware that these two agreements will definitely be implemented.

In this light, Gorbachev wasn't entirely without merit.

"Is this what you call being a peace lover? It's clearly just a helpless choice because we can't compete with those Americans."

Kravchuk spoke with a disdainful expression, his heart filled with resentment.

In his view, things would never have gotten so bad if it weren't for Gorbachev.

"Perhaps, but this is ultimately an internal matter of the Polar Bear Alliance, and there's nothing I can do to help with it."

Lin Zehao never easily takes sides in such matters. After all, political struggles are ruthless, and he is just a businessman who has no need to get involved personally.

"Lin, let me be frank. The dissatisfaction within the organization regarding the map leader is growing increasingly serious, and there may be some changes in the near future."

"Although I have made it clear that I will not participate, there are some things that I cannot remain unaffected by. I need to lead Er Mao to survive the turmoil ahead."

"Therefore, I need you to help me lobby the powers in the Western world to stand on my side in the upcoming changes..."

The Polar Bear Alliance is, in the end, just an alliance.

When things are going smoothly, everything is fine, but once you encounter an irreparable predicament, all you can do is scatter and go your separate ways.

The so-called alliance can turn into a pile of loose sand in an instant.

Everyone needs to plan for themselves, and Kravchuk is no exception.

Under these circumstances, he had no choice but to ask Lin Zehao for help.

Because only Lin Zehao has enough influence in the Western world, and his actions, which are free from any political stance, are reassuring.

Sometimes, an agent can only be an agent; they absolutely cannot have any of the celebrity's personal stance.

Lin Zehao pondered for a moment before slowly saying, "You know, this kind of thing is not easy, especially under the premise of opposing sides."

"Even if it can be accomplished, the price you'll have to pay is probably..."

Although he didn't say the latter part aloud, Kravchuk understood that it must have been a very painful price to pay.

"As long as we can preserve Er Mao's strength in the storms to come, I am willing to pay any price."

Kravchuk had already sensed the impending storm, and under these circumstances, if a third party were to intervene, no one knew where the giant ship of the Polar Bear Alliance would sail.

In any case, if the ship were to sink, Kravchuk would absolutely not be foolish enough to die for his country.

Not to mention, he has always been a native of Ermao.

“This is a difficult matter. You should know that Reagan is a shrewd businessman. He won’t budge without the right offer.”

"Moreover, those tycoons have huge appetites, so you have to be fully prepared mentally."

Kravchuk nodded repeatedly, his expression solemn.

He was willing to make any sacrifices as long as Er Mao's interests could be guaranteed.

That's how society is; there's never love without a reason. You have to give to receive.

Seeing that the groundwork had been laid, Lin Zehao made a bold and outrageous demand: "If I help you make this happen, I want to acquire the Black Sea Fleet."

Upon hearing this, Kravchuk's eyes widened instantly, and his mouth even opened involuntarily, almost drooling.

Black Sea Fleet!

This is the Polar Bear Alliance's strategic joint formation, one of the four major joint fleets!

Its history can be traced back to Tsarist Russia in 1783!
During the pre-war five-year plans, the Black Sea Fleet was replenished with dozens of new combat ships of various types and many auxiliary vessels, and established an air force, coastal defense system and air defense system.

By the start of World War II, the Black Sea Fleet consisted of 1 battleship, 6 cruisers, 3 destroyer leaders, 14 destroyers, 47 submarines, 4 gunboats, 2 torpedo boat squadrons, several minesweeper squadrons, escort boat squadrons and submarine chaser squadrons, as well as other ships and vessels.

The fleet's air force has a total of 625 aircraft of various types.

In addition, the Danube Flotilla and the reorganized Azov Flotilla were also incorporated into the Black Sea Fleet.

After so many years of development, although there have been changes and reductions, the Black Sea Fleet is now far stronger than it was back then!

It is no exaggeration to say that if Lin Zehao can successfully take over the Black Sea Fleet, then Hutchison's naval power will immediately rank among the top five in the world!
At that time, Lin Zehao's long-term plan can be put into practice.

"This...isn't this a bit too much..."

"Even with my intervention, it would be difficult for the committee to sell you the Black Sea Fleet, one of the four major fleets."

(End of this chapter)