Dragging the desalination platform looted from Celestial Trade, the weaponized ship slowly sailed to the port in the northwest corner of Madagascar Island.
At the end of the jungle and the mountains, there was a fortress that did not match the poverty of Madagascar. Inside the tall concrete wall, more than a dozen Birds, Black Eagles, and even Apache helicopters were parked. In addition, the number of M1114 and M2A3 infantry fighting vehicles parked in the garage even exceeded the number of UA military bases overseas.
There was also the Patriot 3 missile launcher hidden by the cover, which highlighted Arrow's military and political influence.
Such a terrifying force could easily subvert a small country. It was not a force that ordinary private military contractors could possess.
It was precisely because of their strength that the UA government was wary of. Even if the Freemasonry had a strong influence in the UA politics, their military bases could only be built overseas, in places like backward Africa or chaotic South America.
The freighter entered the port, and the officer wearing a desert-colored military cap walked down the stairs. On the edge of the port, a balding middle-aged man in a suit extended his hand from a distance and greeted him with a smile.
"Hahaha, welcome, Colonel Ferrer."
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Evans." Ferrer shook the extended hand and solemnly shook it up and down.
From the look on the colonel's face, he was very respectful to Mr. Evans.
This respect was not because of social status, but because it was bound by an older class.
In the Freemasonry, junior members must address senior members as mentor. Although in modern times, this rule was not so strictly enforced. Only at internal gatherings of the Freemasonry would people use the archaic title of mentor.
But this did not prevent Ferrer from respecting the old gentleman in front of him.
As an ordinary member of the Freemasonry, Ferrer's level was only three degrees. The old man in a suit standing opposite him had the number 32 engraved on the ring on his right hand. He was only one level away from the highest level of 33 in the Scottish Faction.
The engineers boarded the ship and unloaded the desalination platform from the back of the ship.
Evans was not a troublesome person. He smiled amiably and pulled Ferrell to the side. At the same time, he handed Ferrell a cigar and lit one for himself.
"Our old country has a long and narrow coastline, but it is extremely short of fresh water. We have negotiated with the people from Hi-Tech Freshwater, but they are extremely stingy with their precious technology. We are very disappointed. "
Naturally, he was referring to Israel.
When he said that he was disappointed, Evans blew out a smoke ring, grinned, and patted Ferrenl's shoulder.
"But fortunately, we have a group of brave guys. Future Group will soon regret rejecting us."
"Zayad is done for. I'm afraid we'll have to find someone else to do the dirty work for us," Ferrenl grinned.
Someone must bear the wrath of Future Group. Evans and Ferrer didn't believe they dared to attack the Freemasonry, so Future Group could only retaliate against the Somali pirates.
But then again, it was still uncertain if Jiang Chen could find out who the mastermind was.
Evans smiled as he thought of this.
He shook the cigar, and the one-inch ash fell to the side of his shoes. Evans blew out a smoke ring and looked in the direction of the desalination platform with eagle-like eyes.
"Zayad won't live until tomorrow night. Mossad will take out his nest in Somalia, and then wait for him to come to us. As long as Zayad, the insider, dies, and the credit of suppressing the bandits is given to the Somali government, Future Group will never be able to find out anything. "
"In a month, Mediterranean Freshwater will be listed in New York and officially enter the market in the Middle East. We will use the influence of the oil market to take away the market share from Hi-Tech Freshwater from the east coast of the Mediterranean to the Persian Gulf. "
Evans's lips curled into a smile as he looked forward to the bright future. Then, he turned to Ferrenl beside him.
"Speaking of which, have you inspected the goods?"
"Not yet, but this is directly shipped to the Red Sea for deployment. There shouldn't be any quality problems." Ferrenl laughed.
"Let's deploy it first. Anyway, I heard that this thing is easy to move." Evans grinned and pointed the cigar to the side of the dock. He was just about to say something to the soldier next to him, but soon his eyes were attracted by the light.
On the sea not far away, the offshore platform began to shine.
The light that seemed to be tangible leaked from the gap of the mechanical shell. Even hundreds of meters away, the heat that was tearing through the skin could be felt.
The steel melted into molten iron, and the armored vehicles and helicopters all faded in color under the bright light. The cement peeled off the steel frame and collapsed like an avalanche.
It was said that at the moment of death, that second would be infinitely extended until the consciousness was completely obliterated.
In the moment before he lost consciousness, Evans seemed to see the sunrise.
The so-called beautiful future, in the halo of the sunrise, was blown into ashes along with the cigar between his fingers.
The shock wave swept through the forest and dyed all the green in black.
A mushroom cloud rose up from the clear sea surface …
…
"Buzz … Buzz … This is Raven 1. We have arrived in the sky above Mayotte. It's dark here, there are only sporadic fires … "
"… Roger, landing."
After Jiang Chen and the others evacuated, four transport helicopters took off from the Air Force Base in the Republic of Madagascar and flew above Mayotte Island.
All communication channels were cut off. When they learned that the entire Mayotte Island had lost contact, Madagascar officials thought it was a joke. After all, it happened in the middle of the night, and the problem sounded ridiculous.
It wasn't until the passage of time that various departments realized this paralyzed "toe" and sent troops to the island to investigate the situation.
Army soldiers landed in the slums in transport helicopters, but they saw a scene of devastation.
There were bullet holes and traces of explosives everywhere on the walls. Blood was everywhere. Most of them belonged to the local underworld forces and mercenaries of Arrow Military Company. Of course, some of them belonged to civilians in the slums.
"It's pirates! They attacked us! "shouted the black boy who had been rescued. He was still in shock.
Bloodstains from stray bullets could be seen on his arms, and bone-deep wounds were hanging on his thighs. He was carried on a stretcher.
The scene was a mess. Cries and screams filled the air. The rescue team that had landed first was extremely busy. They reported the situation to the headquarters and asked for reinforcements while treating the wounded who could still be saved.
"Ahhh …!"
"Don't move, man, you'll be fine …"
"My leg! Ahhh —! "
"Who has a bandage, help me pass one over! Quick! "
At the same time, in the Presidential Palace of Madagascar, officials from various departments were in a mess. President La Jonah put on a suit over his pajamas and rushed to the office. He was anxiously contacting Arrow, but the phone was busy.
La Jonah hung up the phone.
At this time, the Minister of Power of Madagascar came in.
"There is a large-scale power outage in Mayotte Island! According to the accident diagnosis, there are varying degrees of burnout in all parts of the circuit. As for the cause of the burnout, it is currently unclear … "
"Continue to investigate!"
"Yes!" Seeing that the president was in a bad mood, the Minister of Power didn't dare to say more. He nodded and immediately turned to leave.
"Wait!"
After the Minister of Power was stopped, he asked anxiously.
"Is there anything else?"
"Call the Minister of Defense —"
Just then, the door was slammed open, and the Minister of Defense, who didn't even fasten his belt, trotted in. He looked at La Jonah in a panic and stuttered.
"Nuclear …"
"What?" La Jonah frowned.
The Minister of Defense's face was twisted, and he looked like he was about to cry as he spoke incoherently.
"Yes, it's nuclear, nuclear weapons! The northern part of Madagascar was attacked by tactical nuclear weapons! "
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