In the desert of East Africa, there was an abandoned military base in the ungoverned area at the junction of the two countries.
Since the army stationed here was withdrawn, the nearby small village that relied on the military base to live was completely abandoned. Now, only a few dry wells and grayish-yellow mud houses were left.
Because the nearby terrain was not suitable for light armed defense, temporary airports were meaningless for most of the poorly equipped stragglers. Therefore, no armed forces occupied this place. It was left abandoned.
But what was different from the past was that a group of uninvited guests had arrived at this deserted military base …
Surrounded by rolling dust, Toyota pickup trucks passed through the abandoned checkpoint and arrived inside 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 Hummer in front of the abandoned hangar immediately tensed up. They involuntarily put their index fingers on the safety of their weapons.
Marach, who had a beard, walked forward with a few of his confidants. He walked straight to the man in the suit in front of the crowd and raised his chin as if he didn't see the weapons in the hands of the mercenaries.
"Where is it?"
The man in the suit smiled slightly. He turned his face and gestured to the abandoned hangar behind him with his eyes.
"It's right behind me … Open it and show it to our guests."
The door of the hangar was pulled open.
The abandoned hangar was filled with large military green boxes.
The chests closest to the door were wide open. Through the openings, one could see that they were stuffed full of yellowish-orange ammunition. There were also bundles of weapons and equipment leaning against the side.
Marach looked at all this in front of him. There was a flash of greed in his eyes.
As a famous warlord active in the nearby area, although he seemed powerful, his life was actually very tight. The expensive diamond mines and oil fields were all under the control of the government forces. At most, they could only take advantage of the situation and did not dare to touch them.
His biggest source of income was to command yachts to rob a few fishing boats and extort a little ransom from the families of the hostages or the companies behind them. As for those cargo ships that were patrolled and escorted by warships, he wouldn't dare to touch them even if he had a hundred guts. After all, no one wanted to risk being shot to feed the fishes while swimming in the high seas.
According to his estimation, the value of the firearms in the hangar alone was at least 10 million USD.
If they were transported to the uninhabited areas of East Africa, the price would at least double.
The firearms in the hangar in front of him were like a piece of fat meat in his eyes, and he didn't care about the soldiers who seemed to be armed to the teeth at all.
This was his territory.
If necessary, he could pull out a division of guerrillas.
However, he still planned to listen to what these people had to say to decide whether to cooperate with them or simply swallow them up.
"This is 20 million dollars worth of arms." As if he didn't realize that he was in a tiger's mouth, the man in the suit not only reminded him of the actual value of the goods, but also handed him a cigar. "And this is Guba's best cigar."
He took the cigar and lit it.
Puffing out a smoke ring, Marach narrowed his eyes at the hangar.
"That's all?"
"It's just an advance payment." The man in the suit said with a smile, "There are good things worth almost 80 million USD later. I believe you will be interested."
When he heard that it was an advance payment, and this was a big deal worth hundreds of millions of dollars, the dangerous atmosphere on Marach's body weakened slightly.
Of course, this was not because of professional ethics or conscience, it was 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 customs. You don't have to worry about this. As long as you help us do this, not only will these materials be yours, but we can even give you the C-130."
Marach's face finally changed when he heard the word C-130.
What did a transport plane mean?
It meant that he could transport goods from farther places, whether it was arms or necessities. He could even quit being a pirate from now on and start a business as a middleman.
There were many invisible business opportunities in this desert, but he could see these business opportunities.
As for the pilot …
This might be a problem, but this problem could be solved with dollars.
"What do you need? Attack an oil ship? Which oil field? "Marach licked his dry lips and couldn't wait in his heart.
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 was from the BBC.
Marach looked at the cruise ship on the cover with a casual expression on his face.
However, when he looked down the lines of text, there was a trace of solemnity in his eyes.
In the end, the solemnity turned into anger.
"What's the difference between this and suicide?" Marach threw the newspaper on the ground and looked at the man in the suit angrily. "Are you kidding us?!"
Attack a royal cruise ship.
And it's a cruise ship carrying important people from other countries!
They were not only provoking a country!
Although he was greedy, he was not stupid!
Seeing his movements, several mercenaries standing nearby immediately clenched their weapons nervously, and several militants who came with the bearded man also took the same action.
The atmosphere in front of the hangar instantly became tense.
Facing the murderous gaze of the military leader in front of him, the expression on the man in the suit's face did not change, as if he didn't see the AKs pointing at him. He spoke softly in a voice that only Marach could hear.
"Yes, it's suicide.
"The people who attack the cruise ship will definitely die. However, before they die, I need you to use them to kill one person on the ship. "
Marach's eyes narrowed dangerously.
He seemed to be weighing the pros and cons in his heart. After a while, he spoke.
"Who?"
"I have sent his information to your email. You will see it when you go back."
Perhaps greed prevailed, or perhaps he thought of a foolproof plan to ensure that no one knew that this matter was related to him, Marach spoke slowly.
"I can't guarantee the safety of the other passengers on the cruise ship."
"You don't have to guarantee it." The man in the suit smiled and said in a pleasant tone, "Whether it sinks or covers it up, it's up to you. As long as the target is confirmed dead, you will receive the rest of the payment."
"So, what is your choice?"
Marach went silent for a while again.
Suddenly, he spoke.
"After this, I might have to keep a low profile for a while."
The man in the suit smiled and nodded.
"A wise choice, this is the best."
"I haven't finished speaking yet."
Marach took off the cigar from his mouth. As if he had finally made up his mind, his eyes were stained with a hint of fierceness.
"Just the firearms alone isn't enough.
"You have to pay more."
…
Ever since the completion of the controllable fusion project, Lu Zhou had become a popular figure in the eyes of politicians from all over the world.
There was no other reason.
As the father of controllable fusion, a shareholder of East Asia Power, and the leader of countless China scientific research organizations, his identity was no longer just a scholar. He was a heavyweight figure who could influence the decision-making of a country.
At least in the field of nuclear fusion, his words had the power to make the final decision.
This power could even determine the future of a country or region for half a century.
As one of the five Nordic countries, Sweden had always hoped to be the first to negotiate a controllable fusion reactor project with China, so that this nuclear power plant, which dominated the Nordic regional power grid, could be located in their territory.
For this reason, they had offered a lot of preferential conditions, such as allowing Chinese companies to intervene in public facilities projects, allowing the extradition of wanted criminals, etc …
It could be said that the current fusion core was almost playing the role of the giant panda. Countries were scrambling to bring this thing home.
Therefore, this voyage to Copenhagen was somewhat diplomatic.
Not only was the Swedish royal family on board, but there were also many Nordic entrepreneurs and rich people on the "Aurora Borealis" cruise ship, accompanied by entrepreneurs and diplomats from China.
Both sides hoped to be able to carry out economic and trade cooperation exchanges with each other in order to win more cooperation opportunities and markets for their countries.
Princess Lillian was standing next to her father, Prince Felipe. While her father wasn't paying attention, she kept making faces at Lu Zhou.
This little girl seemed to be still angry about what happened at the ball that day.
However, as an adult, Lu Zhou naturally didn't need to argue with a child. He just smiled at her face. Seeing that her face didn't seem to work, the little princess stomped her feet angrily. She turned her head and completely ignored him.
Lu Zhou didn't care.
He was standing on the side of the ship. He just raised his eyes and looked at the horizon in the distance.
Looking at the rolling waves, he had a feeling that something was about to happen.
"The wind on the deck seems to be a bit noisy."
Hearing this, Wang Peng, who was standing behind him, said.
"I feel like you're in a good mood."
"Am I?"
Wang Peng nodded and confirmed.
"Not just a normal good mood."
Lu Zhou smiled embarrassedly.
He didn't expect his reaction to be so obvious.
Okay, he told the truth. He admitted that he had been in a good mood these past few days.
Wang Peng looked at the bright smile on Lu Zhou's face speechlessly. He didn't know what to say, so he chose to remain silent.
However, Lu Zhou's expression didn't stay on his face for long.
Because right at this moment, the alarm suddenly rang …
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