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Chapter 1871

Words:1913Update:22/07/11 18:20:48

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With Cobra's technology, it really wasn't hard to make a fortune.

The stealth fighter brought several tons of drugs from Central and South America to the United States at a time, and it would take at most an hour or two to load and unload the goods back and forth.

With the current price of illegal drugs in the United States, it wouldn't be hard to make tens of billions of dollars a year.

However, the Fire Industries had received tens of billions of euros from NATO in recent years, and had been playing the dirty game of borrowing chickens to lay eggs. There was no need to make drugs.

But as it blackmailed the various countries, the entry and exit of the Arctic base came to a halt to avoid being discovered.

McAllen, on the other hand, had long gone into hiding in another place. He had even met with a few bigwigs from NATO countries in private, pretending to know nothing about it.

Although NATO had received news from G.I. Joe that there might be a problem with McAllen, they didn't really believe it.

McAllen wasn't an ordinary person. He had accumulated a lot of connections in NATO countries over the past few decades.

Without absolute evidence, it would be very difficult to touch him just based on suspicion.

Even the United States had many rumors of "colluding with Russia." Anyone suspected would be arrested immediately, so all the senior executives of NATO would probably be arrested several times.

Under such a high-pressure situation, only the White Spirit and the baroness, the two highest leaders of the operation, would occasionally take people out.

Cobra had to make a lot of arrangements when negotiating with the other countries, and these two were there to "supervise."

Luke had waited for a few days before the master and disciple finally had a chance to go out.

Natasha, who was training in the house, was sent to put on her armor, while Luke quickly packed up their personal belongings.

Five minutes later, they got out of the igloo and chased after the Cobra fighter that was already far away.

After flying a hundred kilometers, a stealth Quinjet came at them. It opened the rear hatch and let them in, before it turned around and gave chase.

There were many advantages to flying in armor, but one of the biggest drawbacks was that movement was limited.

Especially when flying at high speeds, they had to at least keep their bodies straight so that the thrusters on their backs, hands and feet could work better.

The fighter jet wasn't as fast, but people could move freely on it. At the very least, their hands could handle more intelligence, and it was suitable for long-distance travel.

Sitting in the pilot's and co-pilot's seats, Luke pulled up the files. "The White Spirit's target this time should be French scientist Valerie Binoche. She's a 45-year-old Caucasian woman and an expert in electromagnetic physics. She was also involved in the development of nanoworms to resist electromagnetic interference. A few days ago, she proposed a few targeted plans that might be able to counter the nanoworms. "

Natasha chuckled. "Is Cobra crazy? Under normal circumstances, it would take at least a few years or even a decade for such a plan to become practical. Even if it's an emergency, it'll be good if we can produce results in a few months, and we might not even be able to use it in actual combat. "

Luke, however, shook his head. "This Ms. Binoche is a pacifist, so not long after she joined the nanoworm project, she started researching countermeasures in private. Maybe she just needs time to materialize this technology."

Natasha's eyes lit up. "This technique should be pretty good, right?"

Luke blinked. "Oh, dear Nata, are you thinking about the credit points again? That's not good. As a beautiful and charming Black Widow, how can you be as vulgar as a merchant? "

Natasha rolled her eyes. "Like hell I'll believe you. You're such a bad agent!"

Then, Luke coughed and said, "I'm not going to get involved. If you can get your hands on it, it's your own gain. "

Natasha wasn't surprised, but she couldn't help but curse inwardly, It's not like you guys lack credit points. As long as you wait, I'll get them back for you, right?

Unfortunately, seeing through everything didn't mean that she could resist.

The female agent, who had already enjoyed the benefits of the Qi Refinement technique, knew that not only did she have to get her hands on this technology, she also had to do it beautifully.

After all, the bigshot had too many good things!



In Binoche's private research institute on the outskirts of Paris, Dr. Valerie Binoche was still working in her laboratory.

She had proposed several countermeasures against the nanoworms, which were still being reviewed.

Seven or eight countries were making a ruckus, and over a hundred experts and scholars who had developed nanoworms had also come up with a bunch of proposals.

But as long as they didn't come up with an actual product, all the proposals would be empty talk, and they wouldn't be able to make the final decision.

This was where the troublesome part of a bureaucratic system became apparent.

Even at a time like this, not everyone wanted to get rid of the nanoworms as soon as possible.

First of all, many of the governments didn't know the specific power of nanoworms, but they wanted to use this dangerous thing to gain an advantage and gain the upper hand.

Second, even if the nanoworms exploded, the losses wouldn't be shared equally. Many people and countries could even benefit from it.

These people wouldn't stand out in the open, but they would secretly try to cause trouble for their competitors. They were looking forward to big news and setting up their competitors.

Therefore, Valerie's proposal was still just a small part of the many alternatives.

She could only go back to her research lab and work overtime. That way, she might not need to wait for the officials to come up with a result. She could be one step ahead of them and create the final product.

While she was focused on her research, she didn't know that Cobra's stealth fighter had already stopped on the roof of the research institute. The White Spirit and the baroness had quietly sneaked down from the roof with a group of iron-masked soldiers.

The White Spirit and the others didn't want to kill Valerie. They wanted to take her away.

Her research direction could be the fatal nemesis of the nanoworms, and she could also add stronger protection for the nanoworms.

Also, she had a backup of her research data in NATO's Weapon Intelligence Center.

If she caused a huge ruckus, NATO countries would pay more attention to her plan, and it wouldn't be good for Cobra.

The moment the White Spirit's "praying mantises" entered, another "oriole" followed closely behind.

Two transparent figures got down from the "oriole" and quietly stuck themselves to the Cobra fighter and started fiddling with it.

In less than half a minute, the surveillance in the fighter turned into a replay. The hatch opened, and the two transparent figures crawled in. The hatch closed.

The pilot and co-pilot who stayed behind in the fighter did not notice anything.

Ten minutes later, the White Spirit and her group grabbed a middle-aged woman and boarded the fighter. They immediately took off and left.

The baroness sat next to the White Spirit in the fighter. The two of them talked about capturing Professor Binoche in whispers, and they fell silent.

The distance between France and the Arctic base was more than 4,000 kilometers. To ensure safety, the stealth fighter needed to fly for about two hours.

The two of them weren't talkative people, so it was impossible for them to keep chatting. They played for a while before they closed their eyes to rest.

But the White Spirit felt that something was off. It sized up the cabin a few times, but it only saw a few iron-masked soldiers sitting still.

He exhaled deeply. 'Perhaps the situation has been too tense lately, and I'm a little paranoid.'

With that thought in mind, he closed his eyes again to rest.

Behind him, a small metal ant was clinging tightly to his armor. It had a small proboscis stuck to the skin of a blood vessel on his back, and it gently stabbed in.

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