The boss had a lot of secrets.
The longer he worked with Jiang Chen, the more Ivan felt this way.
But the fact that he could sit in this position already proved that he was a smart person. Smart didn't refer to petty tricks, but rather the ability, and most importantly, the ability to know what to do and what not to do.
Truly smart people often didn't ask too many questions.
In the training ground isolated by bulletproof glass, the big guy in steel armor performed a series of tactical actions according to the instructions of the experimenter. Including ejection of heat traps, emergency ejection, ejection of the barrel to strafe the target … and so on.
The people qualified to be the power armor pilots were the elites of Celestial Trade. Whether it was loyalty or combat effectiveness, they had to go through a strict assessment process.
When the power armor in the training ground tore apart a Hummer with its bare hands, Jiang Chen nodded in satisfaction.
"It's a war machine … no matter how many times I see it, the combat effectiveness of the T-3 is always so shocking," Ivan exclaimed.
"It's a war machine." Jiang Chen looked at the power armor blocking an RPG with its front armor, narrowed his eyes, and smiled.
High mobility, high defense, able to pass through nuclear radiation areas …
In infantry combat, this type of individual armor was almost invincible.
"How many people in the force have received power armor training?"
"A total of 20 people."
"Not enough." Jiang Chen shook his head. "At least one hundred people must be maintained. You go prepare, and then transfer eighty people from other organizations to receive power armor operation training. "
"But there are only five power armors on New Moon Island now, and they are even used in rotation during training. If we expand the organization, we won't have any equipment to use. "Ivan looked troubled.
"It's okay, I'll send someone to send one hundred over tomorrow," Jiang Chen said nonchalantly.
"One hundred! Isn't the production of that thing low?! "Ivan was shocked.
When he first started power armor training, he applied to Jiang Chen, hoping to get a few more power armors for the force. It was too troublesome for four people to wear the same equipment. However, the application was rejected by Jiang Chen because the production was too low.
But now, Jiang Chen just waved his hand and promised to bring one hundred units over. How could Ivan not be shocked?
"Isn't the production of this thing very low?"
"Production will change, but it's increased now." Jiang Chen smiled.
In the apocalypse, after the completion of the Hongcheng strategy, NAC's trade route to the hinterland of the continent was further opened. With the increase in the labor force and the increase in the input of materials, the production capacity would naturally increase. Originally, the monthly production of power armors was only 5-10 units, but now it had increased to about 30 units.
As the situation stabilized, NAC didn't need so many power armors for the time being, but the number of arms orders didn't decline. This batch of extra arms was naturally transported to the modern world.
When Jiang Chen was about to leave, Ivan suddenly asked.
"Are there plans for another military operation?"
"No, why?" Jiang Chen turned around.
"No, I thought you were going to war again when I saw you expanding the army." Ivan laughed.
"It's just in case of emergencies —"
Before he could finish his sentence, an alarm suddenly sounded in the barracks. The soldiers on duty ran out of the barracks. They had put on their exoskeleton equipment and gathered in the open space.
Jiang Chen looked at Ivan inquiringly.
In the direction of the alarm, Ivan's eyes sharpened and he said, "Level four alert, I'll go see what's going on."
Even if it was the lowest level of alert, he still didn't show the slightest carelessness.
"I'll go too."
Since he didn't have anything else to do, Jiang Chen followed Ivan in the direction of the open space.
The alarm didn't disrupt the order of the camp. Except for the twenty soldiers gathered in the open space, everyone else still did what they were supposed to do. Only the level one alert that symbolized war would mobilize all combat units in the camp. The level four alert was nothing more than the radar discovering a stowaway ship or a person in the controlled sea area asking for help. Only the rapid response force on duty would be mobilized.
Jiang Chen followed Ivan into the command room. The chief of staff greeted him and briefly reported the situation.
"In the high seas three hundred nautical miles north of New Moon Island, a distress signal from a civilian ship was received, but it was quickly interrupted. There are no storms or other meteorological disasters in the target sea area. The target is suspected to have encountered pirates. The rapid response force is ready. Aurora-20s have taken off to the target sea area. The Black Hawk helicopter will take off in two minutes. "
"Life signal?"
"Weak," the chief of staff said with a stern expression.
…
Luxurious, comfortable, this was the Royal Caribbean cruise ship.
The ten thousand USD ticket departed from Sri Lanka, crossed the Bay of Bengal, floated across the Strait of Malacca, stopped in Kuala Lumpur, Singapore, and finally sailed to Wanghai. The passengers on the ship were all wealthy businessmen, as well as elites from all walks of life. After all, those who could afford a ten thousand USD ticket were at least the middle class.
In the corner of the cruise ship, two men sat at the beach table.
From the arrogant look on his face, the man dressed in a suit and leather shoes seemed to have a high status. Behind him stood two bodyguards wearing sunglasses. The person sitting across from him was a bit strange. It wasn't because he didn't have bodyguards, but because of the cap on his head.
From any angle, the cap was an eyesore.
The man in the suit frowned and thought so.
"Mr. Zhu Tianyou, thank you for coming. I'm Tanaka Yoshihiro, this is my business card." Tanaka handed over the business card in his hand with a smile.
Zhu Tianyou didn't take the business card in his hand. He just signaled the bodyguard behind him with his eyes, and the bodyguard took the business card.
"People who know me know that I hate talking about business when I'm resting." Zhu Tianyou leaned back on the chair and slowly crossed his right leg over his left knee. "But I'm very interested in your proposal. But I'm very curious. Can you eat ten tons of salt? "
The salt he mentioned, of course, didn't refer to edible salt.
It was a hallucinogen composed of methcathinone, technically known as "bath salts."
"Mr. Zhu can rest assured on this point." Tanaka Yoshihiro smiled. "We recently received a 'donation', so we have plenty of funds on hand."
Zhu Tianyou glanced at the Japanese man and then habitually scanned the surroundings.
He wasn't interested in what the "donation" Tanaka Yoshihiro was talking about, nor was he interested in knowing where he planned to sell the drugs.
Of course, if it was shipped to Yoto, he would consider giving him a discount.
"The rule of the underworld is that money is exchanged. You can decide the location, but it must be on the Ethiopian border. "Zhu Tianyou leaned back on the chair and rubbed the ring on his thumb.
The main ingredient of bath salts was MDPV, and this chemical was mainly derived from khat.
Ethiopia was one of the main production areas.
"No problem, ten tons of salt. How much is Mr. Zhu willing to pay?" Tanaka Yoshihiro nodded with a smile.
"Three million."
"… Japanese Yen?"
Zhu Tianyou sneered. From Tanaka's awkward expression, he already knew that the other party couldn't afford it.
"I thought you were doing some big business, so you're just a poor bastard."
The buyer didn't have money, so the deal naturally fell through. Zhu Tianyou stood up and was about to leave. If it was somewhere else, he might break the fingers of the person who wasted his time, but on this cruise ship, he didn't want to cause more trouble.
"Can't it be cheaper?" Tanaka didn't get up and only asked him to stay.
"How much can you pay?" Zhu Tianyou stopped, looked at him, and said with a half-smile.
"Five million yen."
"Nothing to talk about."
"That's a shame." Tanaka shook his head, but the smile on his face didn't change. "Looks like I have to go get it myself."
As he said this, his finger was on the brim of his hat.
Zhu Tianyou couldn't help but feel a faint sense of danger rising in his heart …
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