Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

Chapter 1268: Have to add money

In the deserts of East Africa, an abandoned military base is located in the San Reggio Zone at the border of the border.

Since the withdrawal of the troops stationed here, the small villages living near the military base have also been completely deserted, and now there are only a few dry wells and gray yellow earthen houses.

Because the nearby terrain is not convenient for light armed defense, such things as temporary airfields have no meaning to most skirmishers with backward equipment, so there has been no armed force to occupy it, but let it be left alone.

But unlike in the past, this deserted military base has welcomed a group of uninvited guests ...

Wrapped with rolling dust, Toyota pickups passed through the abandoned sentry card and arrived inside the military base. A group of poorly equipped black soldiers carrying them jumped off the car.

Seeing this scene, several mercenaries wearing American equipment standing next to the Hummer in front of the abandoned hangar immediately strained their nervous nerves and involuntarily put their index fingers on the insurance of the weapon.

With several henchmen walking forward, the bearded Maras seemed to have not seen the weapons on the mercenaries' hands, and walked straight to the suit man in front of the crowd and stopped. And raised his chin.

"What about things?"

The man in the suit smiled slightly, turned his face and gestured his eyes at the abandoned hangar behind him, and said.

"Just behind me ... open it for our guests."

The hangar door was opened.

I saw the abandoned hangar filled with large green boxes.

The few boxes closest to the doorway were open. From there, you could see stuffed orange-yellow ammunition, and bundles of weapons and equipment leaning against it.

Looking at all this, Marath flashed a little greed in the eyes of the two mung beans.

As a famous warlord who is active in the nearby generation, although it seems to be prestigious on weekdays, the days are actually compact. Those expensive diamond mines and oil fields are controlled by the military. At most, they are fighting against the wind and dare not easily touch their fingers.

On weekdays, his biggest source of income is nothing more than directing a yacht to rob a few fishing boats, looking for hostage's family members or the company behind him to ransom a little ransom. As for those cargo ships that are escorted by warships, he would not dare to touch him with his courage. After all, no one wants to risk being sent by a gun to feed fish and swim on the high seas.

According to his estimates, the value of arms in this hangar alone is at least $ 10 million.

When transported to uninhabited areas in East Africa, the price will at least double.

The arms in the hangar in front of him were like a piece of fat in his eyes, and the soldiers who seemed to be armed with teeth did not even look at him.

Here is his place.

If necessary, he can pull out a guerrilla division.

However, he still intends to hear what these people say to decide whether to cooperate with them or just swallow them.

"This is a $ 20 million weapon." As if he didn't realize that he was in the mouth of the tiger, the man in the suit not only reminded him of the actual value of the goods, but also reached out and handed him a cigar. "And this is the best cigar for Google."

You're welcome. The cigar was ordered.

A rude spit was drawn, and Marash narrowed his eyes as he looked at the hangar.

"this is all?"

"It's just an advance payment," said the suit man with a smile. "Follow-up, there are good things worth about 80 million US dollars. I believe you will be interested."

Hearing it was an advance payment, and it was a big deal worth hundreds of millions of dollars, Marath's dangerous breath was slightly weakened.

Of course, this is not because of professional ethics and conscience discovery, but purely for greater interests.

"That sounds good ... how did you get these things here?"

The man in the business suit smiled slightly and said, "We have a large transport plane, we have someone at the customs. You don't need to worry about it, as long as you help us do that thing, not only these materials are yours, we can even 130 of the shipment is for you. "

Hearing 130, Marash's face finally changed.

What does a transport plane mean?

This means that he can transport goods from farther away, whether it is arms or necessities. He can even get rid of the pirate business and start a second-hand trafficker business.

There are many unseen business opportunities in this desert, but he can see them.

As for the pilot ...

This may be a problem, but this problem can be solved in US dollars.

"What do you need? Attack a tanker? Or which oilfield?" Licking his dry lips, Marash was already impatient.

Looking at Marash, who was clearly intrigued, the man in the suit just smiled and did not speak. He took a newspaper from the bag and threw it to him.

The newspaper is.

Looking at the cruise ship on the cover, Marash's face was full of careless expressions.

However, as he looked down the line of text, his eyes gradually rose with a dignity.

Even in the end, that dignity turned into anger.

"What's the difference between suicide?" Throwing the newspaper on the ground suddenly, Marash looked angrily at the man in suit, "Are you kidding us!"

Cruise ship attacking the royal family.

And it's still a cruise ship carrying important people from other countries!

This provocation is not just a country!

Although he is greedy, he is not stupid!

Seeing his movement, several mercenaries standing nearby clenched their weapons nervously, and several militants who followed the bearded man also took the same action.

The atmosphere in front of the hangar suddenly flew up.

Facing the murderous gaze of the warlord's head, the expression on the man's face remained unchanged, as if he didn't see the hand pointing at him, with a voice that only he could hear, softly Said.

"Yes, that's suicide."

"Those who attack the cruise ship will surely die. But before I die, I need you to use them to kill a person on board."

Marash's eyes narrowed dangerously.

It seemed to be weighing the pros and cons in his heart, and it took a while before he spoke.

"Who?"

"I have sent his information to your mailbox, and you will naturally see it when you go back."

Maybe it was greed that prevailed, or maybe a thought was made to ensure that no one knew that this matter was related to him, Marash slowly said.

"... I cannot guarantee the safety of other passengers on the cruise ship."

"You don't have to guarantee it," the suit man smiled, saying in a pleasant tone, "whether it is blasting or covering up afterwards, other accidents are up to you. Anyway, as long as the target is confirmed dead, you will receive the rest The balance. "

"So, what is your choice?"

Marash was silent for a moment again.

Suddenly, he spoke.

"After this vote, I may have to keep a low profile."

Smiling man in suit nodded.

"A wise choice, this is the best."

"... I haven't finished talking."

After taking off the cigar from his mouth, as if he had finally made up his mind, Marash's gaze became fierce, and he continued.

"The light arms are not enough."

"You have to add more money."

...

Since the completion of the controllable fusion project, Lu Zhou has become a sweet spot in the eyes of politicians in various countries.

No reason for him.

As the father of controllable fusion, the shareholders of East Asia Power and the leader of countless research organizations in China, his identity is no longer just a scholar, but a heavyweight who can influence a country's decision-making.

At least in the field of nuclear fusion, his sentence even has the energy of a final word.

And this energy can even determine the future of a country or region after half a century.

As one of the five Nordic countries, Sweden has always hoped to be the first to negotiate with China for a controllable fusion reactor project so that this nuclear power plant that dominates the Nordic region's power grid can settle on its own site.

To this end, they have issued a lot of favorable conditions, such as allowing Chinese companies to intervene in public facilities projects, such as allowing extradition of wanted criminals, etc ...

It can be said that the current fusion core almost plays the role of the panda in the past, and all countries are rushing to rush to bring this thing home.

So ~ www.readwn.com ~ this trip to Copenhagen with some diplomacy.

Not only the Swedish royal family is on board, but also a lot of Nordic entrepreneurs and rich people are also on this "Arctic Light" cruise ship, along with entrepreneurs and diplomats from China.

Both sides hope to be able to carry out economic and trade cooperation and exchanges with each other and win more cooperation opportunities and markets for their countries.

Standing next to his father, Prince Ferrep, Princess Lilian rushed to the landing boat with a grimace while his father was not paying attention.

The little girl seemed to be angry about what happened at the prom that day.

However, as an adult, Lu Zhou naturally had no need to care about a small child, and she only smiled friendly in the face of her grimace. Seeing her own grimace seemed to have no effect, the little princess stomped her feet and turned her head to ignore him completely.

Lu Zhou didn't care.

Standing on the side of the ship, he just looked up at the distant sea-sky junction.

Looking at the rolling waves, he always felt as if something was going to happen.

"The wind on the deck seems a bit hustle and bustle."

Hearing this emotion, Wang Peng standing behind him said.

"I feel you are in a good mood."

"Have it?"

Wang Peng nodded, confirming that.

"And not generally good."

Hearing this sentence, Lu Zhou smiled embarrassedly.

I did not expect that his performance was so obvious.

Well, he has a showdown, and he admits that he's really in a good mood these days, even a little bit confused.