World nuclear peace starts with the creation of an umbrella company

Low-class people are just losers!

Although I feel MMP in my heart, I put on an act of dedication.

He continued with a smile, "Mr. President, the deal I want to discuss with you is very simple. As long as you take back the land owned by Umbrella Corporation, we Freemasons can make an exception and allow you to join."

"real or fake?"

Siad raised his eyebrows and looked at Lan Larsen, with a hint of doubt in his tone.

"Of course it's true."

Lan Larsen shrugged and said, "If you join the Freemasons, you will not only gain our support, but we can also help you deal with the rebels in the south, allowing you to completely rule all of Somali."

"And with Somali's advantageous geographical location, we Freemasons can also support your development into a first-class port trading country in the Black Continent."

"How about Mr. President, give it some thought?"

"Umbrella Corporation is not to be trifled with."

Mohammed Siad did not agree immediately, but he seemed relieved, though he was a little hesitant.

Lan Larsen smiled confidently and then said, "I believe that Umbrella will not comply with the ultimatum issued by a sovereign nation?"

"If it doesn't work, we can send out the army."

Mohammed Siad frowned and was silent for a moment, then said, "Can you give me a day to think about it?"

"Of course, Mr. President."

Lan Larsen waved his hand and smiled.

……

Send away the sinister and cunning Lan Larsen.

Mohammed Siad returned to his office, locked the door from the inside, and drew the curtains.

At the same time, the installed bulletproof steel plate was opened.

bump bump!

As thick bulletproof steel plates fell, the sunlight disappeared and the entire office became completely dark.

Turn on the lights.

Mohammed Siad hurried to his desk and flipped a switch.

A holographic display screen slowly rises...

"MOSS, connect me to the office of the head of Umbrella Quicksand Intelligence immediately."

"Okay, sir."

A deep and magnetic male synthesizer voice sounded, and the video link on the display was in progress...

Beep!

The video was connected, and Kincaid, the head of Quicksand Intelligence, appeared on the holographic display.

"G3527, what's going on?"

"Lan Larsen, head of the European branch of the Freemasons, just came to see me..."

Mohammed Siad immediately repeated from beginning to end what Lan Larsen had just said to him.

After a minute or two.

Kincaid frowned slightly and said, "I understand. I will report it."

"Wait for my news."

"Okay, seat."

……

Hang up communication.

Jin Kaide immediately called Isabel and conveyed the news to Chu Zihang.

When Chu Zihang received the news, he laughed contemptuously and said, "In the dark sewers where the sun doesn't shine, there are always rats reveling wantonly."

"Boss, do you need to strangle him?" Isabel asked.

"No, since they are overestimating their own capabilities, let's just use their own tricks against them."

Chu Zihang waved his hand and said in a playful tone, "Let's see who is the cat catching the mouse."

The best threat is not to take action. Once action is taken and no effect is achieved, people are no longer afraid of the threat.

So what he has to do now is to close the door and beat the dog, killing it with one blow!

Directly hit the pain points of Freemasonry.

Physical salvation of evil spirits and monsters!

Chapter 379: Somali Pirates, Dressed in Civilization

Immigration area, Masonic intelligence station.

The gatekeeper saw Lan Larsen come back and seemed to be in a good mood.

He quickly stepped forward and asked, "Executive Officer, what's the matter? Did that Siad guy agree?"

"I'm considering it, but I believe no one can refuse to join our Freemasonry."

Lan Larsen chuckled and said confidently.

In his opinion, it was basically a done deal.

Who in the world wouldn't want to join the Freemasons?

As long as you join their Freemasonry, eternal life is not a problem!

"Executive Officer, you are really powerful."

Upon hearing this, the gatekeeper smiled and flattered him, saying, "As long as Mohammed Siad agrees to our request, taking over Umbrella Headquarters will no longer be a problem."

"Executive Officer, your promotion to Senior Deacon is a piece of cake."

"Haha, let me lend you some good words."

Lan Larsen laughed out loud. This guy is quite sensible and can talk.

Although he knew it was flattery, he just liked it.

Vanity is greatly satisfied!

"As long as we can bring down Umbrella this time, don't worry, you will get all the benefits." Lan Larsen patted his shoulder and said.

"Thank you, Executive." The gatekeeper looked delighted and expressed his gratitude quickly.

"Win-win, win-win."

Lan Larsen smiled and waved his hand, then asked, "How's the investigation into Umbrella's transport routes going?"

"The investigation is complete. Please take a look, Officer."

The gatekeeper took Lan Larsen to a satellite map where a route was marked with a red line.

Several red lines are connected together and finally point directly to the headquarters of Umbrella Corporation.

"This is Umbrella's transportation route, including arms, which are shipped directly from the Mogadishu container port. The total distance is 15 kilometers." The gatekeeper pointed to the line and introduced.

"Is there any place we can start?" Lan Larsen asked, touching his chin while staring at the route map.

"Yes, here."

The gatekeeper pointed to a section of the highway and said, "The Umbrella Company's transport vehicles didn't take the main road, but instead took a remote shortcut."

"This shortcut crosses the sparsely populated Gobi Desert, making it a good place to strike."

"Very good, you did a great job!"

Lan Larsen raised the corner of his mouth and decided: "Let's start from here."

As soon as he said this, he seemed to see victory in sight.

And this time.

The gatekeeper seemed to have thought of something and added, "Executive Officer, I think Umbrella's sea transport line could be improved."

"Oh?"

Lan Larsen raised his eyebrows and asked, "What do you mean?"

"According to reliable intelligence, Umbrella Corporation has recently shipped a batch of arms to the Middle East."

"how many?"

"No less than 5 billion Midao weapons, including a lot of heavy weapons and equipment, such as tanks, armored vehicles, and attack helicopters."

"As for light weapons, there are a batch of HK416 automatic rifles that have recently become popular in gun stores around the world." The gatekeeper explained.

"HK416?"

Lan Larsen narrowed his eyes slightly. He had heard of this gun before. Some of their Masonic action teams had purchased a batch of it.

Unexpectedly, it was produced by Umbrella Corporation.

However, if so many weapons and equipment are also destroyed, it will naturally be possible to deal a severe blow to Umbrella.

Sea transport lines are damaged.

It's like cutting off Umbrella's left and right arms, killing two birds with one stone.

"That's a good suggestion."

Lan Larsen paused for a moment and asked, "We need to establish a sea transport line, but we can't use warships. Are there any pirates near the Gulf of Aden?"

"There are four major pirate gangs near Somali. The most powerful one is called the Somali Sailors, and their activities extend as far as 200 nautical miles from the coastline." The gatekeeper said without hesitation.

"Can it be bought?"

"Yes, the chief of the Somali sailors, Musa Kazim, loves money like his life. As long as there is enough money, he can even sell his wife." The gatekeeper nodded and said.

"Oh, these lowly people, all the same virtue."

Lan Larsen sneered sarcastically upon hearing this: "Contact Musa Kazim and have him rob Umbrella's sea transport lines."

"Also, I need to arrange for someone to go in. I don't trust these people to do their job."

"Yes, Executor."

……

The next day.

A small island near the Somali Sea.

There are quite a few black militiamen patrolling here, armed with AK 47s and RPGs.

It would be more accurate to say that it was just a casual response rather than an inspection.

They all look like lazy sheep.

He looked listless, like an old man, not like a soldier at all.

A ragtag bunch.

I'm afraid his mind is not on his job at all.

At this moment, in the center of the island.

Inside a Malian-style house.

The pirate leader Moussa Kazim was half lying on the carpet, with black beauties on both sides, truly surrounded by beauties.

Drink wine while enjoying the service of beautiful women.

Just as he was enjoying himself...

Suddenly, one of his men rushed in and reported: "Chief, a white man wants to see you."

"White people?"

Musa Kazim glanced at his men and asked, "Who is he? What does he want to do?!"