The night gradually darkened.
Although they experienced the drastic change during the day, most Pannu people were already asleep at this time.
Johnny was still in his mansion, curled up in his basement, leaning against the cold wooden chair as he chugged cup after cup of his collection.
There was the '82 Lafite, the' 86 Margo … Half a year ago, these things were unimaginable to him. The marijuana in Los Santos was expensive, but compared to the "blood of the upper class," it was still a far cry.
The basement was hot, but he was shivering.
Not because of the cold, but because of the chill that rose from the bottom of his heart.
He ordered the mercenaries to guard the mansion, not even a fly would be let go.
He could read those eyes, he knew that the people who were paid to do things thought he was crazy. But he didn't care. He had money, he just wanted to live …
To be honest, even he didn't know why he was so afraid of the guy far away in Los Santos, or the guy behind Robert. Although the villa and the money in the bank were indeed in his hands, he did not feel safe at all at this moment.
If he had to ask why, he always felt that there was a hand controlling everything.
Including him, the tycoon who did whatever he wanted, the increasingly arrogant dictator president, and the officials corrupted by dollars …
Including the more than a hundred corpses outside the villa.
He crazily chugged the red wine.
The sweetness and sourness in his throat was like the print of money, the color was like the fresh blood of virgins …
Lying beside him were four shining white bodies, but he didn't have much energy left to fiddle with them. Even his fingers would feel sore at times.
"Sh * t!" He cursed as he threw the wine glass in his hand.
Crack —
The glass shattered.
He stared at the pool of red as he dispiritedly burped.
"Dammit."
He said this sentence in Chinese. It was a bit awkward, a language he learned from Wang Tianfeng not long ago.
Wang Tianfeng came to find him, and the bodyguard told him.
Linhua Group was introduced by Robert. Wang Tianfeng was the representative of Linhua Group, so he couldn't trust him.
He was shaking. His instinct told him that someone wanted to kill him, someone wanted him dead!
He didn't want to die. He wanted to continue playing the role of a tycoon. He could act like a tyrant over anyone, whether it was his neighbor's wife or daughter. As long as he liked it, Edward would settle it for him for the sake of the US dollars.
However, Robert's last call completely woke him up.
Yes, he was just a small-time gangster in the slums, a good-for-nothing Irishman who had all this because someone needed him to stir up the stagnant water.
Leave? Retire in Western Australia? To hell with it! How could he possibly agree!
He hung up Robert's call and tore the phone card into pieces.
A ferocious glint flashed in his eyes as he stared at the basement door.
"Come, let me see how you're going to f * cking take my life!"
…
The next evening, the southern tip of Coro Island.
An old freighter steamed silently into the unfrequented harbor.
The port was deserted, and not a single soul could be seen. After what happened yesterday, most of the residents on Coro Island were immersed in fear and sadness. The next day, most people chose to ask for leave to reduce travel.
The freighter was stable on the shore.
About fifty agile figures walked down the freighter in an orderly manner.
The freighter came from West Africa and crossed half the world.
Standing next to Ivan on the high ground beside the port, Jiang Chen narrowed his eyes as he looked down at the soldiers loyal to him disembarking.
"These fifty people are all the most capable lads. When they were training in Niger, they fought against the Tuareg guerrillas. But seriously, do we really not need to bring the equipment? "Ivan asked Jiang Chen.
"No, 'our firearms' have already been transported into the warehouse," Jiang Chen replied concisely.
Ivan looked at Jiang Chen in shock.
The firearms had already been transported into the warehouse, and he didn't even notice it. The boss's resourcefulness once again refreshed his understanding.
"Then when do we start?" Ivan asked concisely.
"When you're ready."
Hearing this, the corners of Ivan's mouth curled up into a slightly cruel grin.
"Then let's start now."
Jiang Chen smiled and threw the key to the third warehouse into Ivan's hand.
"Mhmm, I'll leave it to you."
Then, Jiang Chen turned around and left.
Ivan watched Jiang Chen's back as he stood at attention and silently saluted.
…
Including the fifteen people who arrived earlier, the number of Future Security mercenaries that landed on Pannu Islands reached sixty-five. This was equivalent to half of Future Security's force.
There were no armored vehicles, no tanks.
But Jiang Chen prepared more advanced equipment for them – kinetic skeletons and drones.
Before returning to the modern world, Jiang Chen almost emptied out the kinetic skeletons stored in the Fishbone base. Even the ones that just came off the production line were moved to the modern world. Wang Qin was confused as she didn't know what Jiang Chen wanted to do by moving all these things to the mansion.
But Jiang Chen obviously wasn't going to explain it to her.
Ivan opened the container in the No.3 warehouse and called the captains of each squad to distribute each kinetic skeleton to the soldiers of each squad. At the training base in Niger, Jiang Chen left two sets of kinetic skeletons behind. The people there all practiced using these things, so there were no obstacles when they put them on.
Wearing kinetic skeletons embedded with polyethylene bulletproof plates, armed with streamlined Reaper Assault Rifles, teams of sci-fi looking soldiers walked out of the warehouse.
The sixty-four people were divided into eight teams to carry out combat missions under Ivan's command. All combat orders would be deployed through the tablet terminal in Ivan's hand and immediately fed back to the tactical helmet of each team leader.
The eight modified vans were the only vehicles used to store ammunition and drone control terminals.
In addition to the eight infantry squads, there were also fifty Hummingbird drones. In the modern world where small-scale EMP weapons didn't exist, the palm-sized attack drones had no natural enemies.
It was destined to be an asymmetric war, just like how the government force crushed the anti-government force yesterday.
From arming to formation to departure, it only took ten minutes.
Standing in front of the warehouse, Zhang Yaping quietly watched the dust raised by the eight vans and didn't speak for a long time.
When he saw Ivan, Jiang Chen's "bodyguard", begin to command these mercenaries, he already guessed the identity of these mercenaries.
Jiang Chen walked to Zhang Yaping and said with a smile, "I'm glad you made the right choice."
"Is that so? Maybe it's the worst choice, "Zhang Yaping muttered to himself.
"It depends on your perspective," Jiang Chen said softly.
"Oh?"
"Imagine. Until today, you are still a group of underground party members struggling to survive under the pursuit of the government force. But after today, I will put you on the throne. "Jiang Chen exaggeratedly opened his arms and smiled.
"But this so-called" throne "is only your puppet, am I right?" Zhang Yaping smiled bitterly.
Seeing that he was so sensible, Jiang Chen happily smiled.
He looked at the eyes of the future president with a dubious expression.
"That's right. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't even be puppets. "
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