Chapter 1269

In the desert of East Africa, in the three-way zone at the junction of national borders, there is an abandoned military base.

Since the troops stationed here withdrew, the nearby small villages living on the military base have been completely deserted, and now only a few dry wells and gray-yellow earth-tile houses remain.

Because the surrounding terrain is not convenient for light armed defense, things like temporary airports are meaningless to most stragglers with outdated equipment, so no armed forces have occupied this place, but let it just be abandoned like this.

However, unlike the past, a group of uninvited guests ushered in this deserted military base...

Wrapped in billows of sand and dust, Toyota pickups passed through the abandoned checkpoints and arrived at the interior of the military base. A group of poorly equipped black soldiers with AKs jumped out of the car.

Seeing this scene, several mercenaries wearing American-made equipment standing next to the Humvee in front of the abandoned hangar immediately tensed up, and involuntarily put their index fingers on the safety of their weapons.

Walking forward with a few confidantes, the bearded Marash walked up to the man in the suit in front of the crowd and stopped as if he didn't see the weapons in the hands of the mercenaries. , raised his chin.

"What about things?"

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

"It's right behind me... Let's open it for our guests to see."

The hangar door was pulled open.

I saw that the abandoned hangar was filled with large army green boxes.

The boxes closest to the door were open, and through the openings, you could see the stuffed orange ammunition, as well as the bundles of weapons and equipment leaning on the side.

Seeing all this in front of him, a trace of greed flashed through Marash's two green bean-sized eyes.

As a well-known warlord of the generation who is active in the vicinity, although he looks majestic on weekdays, in fact his life is tight. Those expensive diamond mines and oil fields are all controlled by the ZF army, and they are at best fighting against the wind, and they dare not get involved easily.

On weekdays, his biggest source of income is nothing more than commanding a yacht to rob a few fishing boats, and extorting a little ransom from the family members of the hostages or the companies behind them. As for those cargo ships escorted by patrolling warships, he wouldn't dare touch them even if he gave him a hundred guts. After all, no one wants to swim in the high seas at the risk of being sent to fish by a cannonball.

According to his estimation, the munitions in this hangar alone are worth at least ten million dollars.

And the price of uninhabited land in East Africa has to be doubled at least.

The ammunition in the hangar in front of him was like a piece of fat in his eyes, and he didn't pay attention to the few soldiers who seemed to be armed to the teeth.

This is his place.

If necessary, he can pull out a division of guerrillas.

However, he still intends to listen to these people and decide whether to cooperate with them or simply swallow them.

"This is munitions worth 20 million U.S. dollars." As if he didn't realize that he was in the jaws of a tiger, the man in a suit not only reminded him of the actual value of the shipment, but also handed him a cigar. "And this is Cooper's best cigar."

Not polite, turned out the cigar was lit.

With a rude puff of smoke rings, Marash squinted his eyes at the hangar.

"this is all?"

"It's just an advance payment," the man in the suit said with a smile. "There will be good things worth about 80 million U.S. dollars in the future. I believe you will be interested."

Hearing that it was an advance payment, and that this was a big deal with a total value of hundreds of millions of dollars, Marash's dangerous atmosphere weakened slightly.

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

"Sounds good...how did you get these things here?"

The man in the suit smiled slightly and said: "We have a large transport plane, and we have people at the customs. You don't need to worry about these, as long as you help us complete the matter, not only these materials are yours, but we can even send them to you. The cargo C-130 is for you."

Hearing C-130, Marash's expression finally changed.

What does a transport plane mean?

Meaning he was able to transport goods from further afield, whether it was munitions or necessities of life. He could even break away from the business of pirates and start a business as a second-hand trafficker.

There are many invisible business opportunities in this desert, but he can see these business opportunities.

As for the pilot...

That might be a problem, but it's a problem that can be solved entirely in dollars.

"What do you need? Attack the oil tanker? Or which oil field?" Marash licked his dry lips, and he couldn't wait.

Looking at Marash, who was clearly moved, the man in the suit just smiled and didn't speak. He took out a newspaper from his bag and threw it to him.

The newspaper is from the BBC.

Looking at the cruise ship on the cover, Marash has a nonchalant look on his face.

However, when he looked down the lines of text, a trace of solemnity gradually appeared in his eyes.

Even in the end, that solemnity turned into anger.

"What's the difference between this and suicide?" Throwing the newspaper on the ground suddenly, Marash looked angrily at the man in the suit in front of him, "Are you teasing us!"

The cruise ship that attacked the royal family.

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

This provocation is not just a country!

Although he is greedy, he is not stupid!

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

The atmosphere in front of the hangar instantly became tense.

Facing the murderous gaze of the warlord in front of him, the expression on the man in the suit did not change, as if he hadn't seen the AK pointing at him. voice, said softly.

"That's right, it's suicide."

"The people who attacked the cruise ship will definitely die. But before they die, I need you to use them to kill a person on board."

Marash's eyes narrowed dangerously.

It seemed that he was weighing the pros and cons in his mind, and after a while, he spoke.

"who?"

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

Perhaps greed had the upper hand, or maybe he thought of a perfect strategy to ensure that no one knew that this matter was related to him, Marash said slowly.

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

"You don't have to guarantee it," the man in the suit smiled, and said in a cheerful tone, "Whether it's bombed or sunk afterwards, or covered up as other accidents, it's up to you. Anyway, as long as you confirm the death of the target, you can receive the rest." final payment."

"So, what is your choice?"

Marash was silent again for a moment.

Suddenly, he spoke.

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

The man in the suit smiled and nodded.

"Choose wisely, this is the best."

"...I haven't finished my sentence yet."

He took off the cigar from his mouth, as if he had finally made up his mind, Marash's eyes were stained with a hint of ferocity, and he continued.

"Arsenal alone is not enough."

"I have to pay more."

...

Since the completion of the controllable fusion project, Lu Zhou has become a favorite in the eyes of politicians from all over the world.

There is no other reason.

As the father of controllable fusion, a shareholder of East Asia Electric Power, and the title of leader of numerous scientific research organizations in Huaguo, his status 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 words even have the power to make a final decision.

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

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

For this reason, they have offered many favorable conditions, such as allowing Huaguo enterprises to intervene in public facilities projects, such as allowing the extradition of wanted criminals, etc...

It can be said that the current fusion core is almost playing the role of the giant panda in the past, and all countries are scrambling to invite this thing home.

Therefore, this voyage to Copenhagen is more or less diplomatic.

Not only the Swedish royal family is on board, but also many Nordic entrepreneurs and rich people are also on the "Northern Light" cruise ship, accompanied by entrepreneurs and diplomats from China.

Both sides hope to carry out economic and trade cooperation and exchanges with each other, so as to win more cooperation opportunities and markets for their own countries.

Standing next to her father, Prince Felipe, Princess Lilian kept making funny faces at Lu Zhou while her father was not paying attention.

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

However, as an adult, Lu Zhou naturally didn't need to argue with a child, and he just smiled friendlyly at her grimace. Seeing that her grimace didn't seem to have any effect, the little princess stomped her feet angrily, turned her head and completely ignored him.

Lu Zhou didn't care either.

Standing on the side of the ship, he just looked up at the place where the sea and the sky meet in the distance.

Looking at the tumbling waves, he always felt as if something was about to happen.

"The wind on the deck seems to be a little noisy."

Hearing this emotion, Wang Peng who was standing behind him spoke.

"I feel like you're in a good mood."

"Have it?"

Wang Peng nodded and confirmed.

"And it's not so good."

Hearing this sentence, Lu Zhou smiled embarrassedly.

I didn't expect my performance to be so obvious.

Well, he had a showdown, he admitted that he was in a really good mood these days, even a little embarrassing.

Speechlessly looking at the bright smile on Lu Zhou's face, Wang Peng didn't know what to say, so he chose to keep silent.

However, Lu Zhou's embarrassing expression did not hang on his face for a long time.

Because at this moment, the alarm bell rang suddenly...