Dragging the desalination platform grabbed from the Star Circle trade, the armed rebuilt ship slowly sailed to the port in the northwest corner of Madagascar. {{<([[[
At the end of the jungle and the foothills, there is a fortress that is incompatible with the poverty of Madagascar. Within the tall concrete wall, there are dozens of small birds, black hawks and even Apache helicopters. In addition, the number of m1114 and m2a3 infantry fighting vehicles parked in the garage has even passed many US military bases overseas.
There is also the Patriot 3 missile vehicle hidden by the cover, which highlights the military and political influence of the Arrow Company.
Such a terrible armed force can easily subvert a small country, which is not like the power that ordinary private military contractors may have.
It is precisely because of its own strength that it has been tabooed by the US government. Even if the Masonic Association has a good influence in the US political circles, their military bases can only be built overseas, such as backward Africa or chaotic South America. Somewhere else.
The cargo ship entered the port, and the officer wearing a desert-colored military cap walked down the freighter along the lowered stairs. On the edge of the port, a middle-aged man in a suit wearing a suit, stretched out his hand from the distance, and happily greeted him.
"Hahaha, welcome, Colonel Ferrer."
"Fortunately, Mr. Evans." Ferrell held the hand that stretched out and shook it up and down.
Judging from the look of the colonel, he was very respectful to Mr. Evans.
This kind of respect is not because of social status, but by an older class.
In the Freemasonry, when the lower-level members face the superior members, they must be commensurate with the mentor. Although modern, this rule has not been implemented so strictly, only in the internal meeting of the Masonic, people will use the retro title of the mentor.
But this does not prevent Ferren from respecting the old gentleman.
As an ordinary member of the Freemasonry, Ferenr's rating is only 3 degrees. The old man in the suit standing opposite him, the ring on his right hand is engraved with the number 32, which is one level from the highest level of the Scottish faction.
The engineers boarded the ship and unloaded the desalination platform from the back of the ship.
Evans had no trouble doing the trick, and he smiled and pulled Ferenr to the side with ease, while handing him a cigar and ordering himself.
“Our home country has a long coastline, but it is extremely lacking in fresh water. We have negotiated with high-tech freshwater people, but they are extremely embarrassed about valuable technology, and we are very disappointed.”
The country of origin here refers to Israel.
When it was disappointing, Evans spit out a cigarette ring, grinned and reached for a shot on Ferren's shoulder.
"But fortunately, we have a group of brave buddies, and the future people's group will soon regret it because they refused us."
"Zaid is finished, we are afraid to find someone who is doing dirty work for us." Ferrent grinned.
Someone must bear the anger of the future group of people. Evans and Ferrell do not believe that they dare to start with the Masonic, so the future group can only retaliate against Somalia.
But then again, Jiang Chen can not find out who is behind the scenes.
Thinking of this, Evans smiled.
Shaking the cigar, a 1-inch long ash fell to the side of the shoe, and Evans spit out the smog, and the eagle-like gaze looked at the direction of the desalination platform.
"Zaid can't live tomorrow night. Mossad's people will take his arm in Somalia and wait for him to come to the door. As long as the insider Zaid is dead, he will give the credit to him. The Somali government, the Future People’s Group can’t find any obstacles.”
“A month later, the Mediterranean Freshwater Company will be listed in New York and officially open up the market in the Middle East. We will use the influence of the oil market to steal freshwater from the east coast of the Mediterranean to the Persian Gulf market.”
With a bright future, Evans smirked at the corner of his mouth and then looked at Ferenr next to him.
"Speaking, have you checked the goods?"
"Not yet, but this is a device that is directly shipped to the Red Sea. There should be no quality problems." Ferrell laughed.
"First deploy and see, anyway, I heard that this thing is very convenient to move." Evans grinned, the cigar pointed to the position of the dock, just ready to say something to the soldier next to him, but soon he was That light caught the eye.
Not far from the sea, the offshore platform began to shine.
Like the solid light, it leaks from the gap of the mechanical casing, even if it is separated by hundreds of meters, it can feel the heat of tearing the skin.
The steel was melted into molten iron, and the armored vehicles and helicopters all faded in color under strong light. The cement peels off from the steel skeleton, such as an avalanche.
It is said that at the moment of death, that second time will be infinitely stretched until the consciousness is completely annihilated.
At the moment before losing consciousness, Evans seemed to see the sunrise.
The so-called beautiful future, in the halo of the sunrise, along with the cigars between the fingers, was blown together into ashes.
The shock wave sweeps through the forest and stains all the emerald green.
On the clear sea, a mushroom cloud rises...
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"...Zizi... This is the Crow No. 1, we have arrived over the island of Mayotte. It is dark, only sporadic fire..."
"...received, is landing."
After the evacuation of Jiang Chen and others, four transport helicopters took off from the air base of the Republic of Madagascar and flew over the island of Mayotte.
All the contact channels were cut off. When it was learned that the entire Mayotte Island had lost contact, the officials in Madagascar thought it was a joke. After all, it was late at night, and the problem sounded a bit ridiculous.
It was not until time that the various departments realized the embarrassing “toe” and sent troops to the island to investigate.
The 6th Army soldiers took the transport helicopter to the 6th in the slum, but they saw a devastating sight.
The walls are full of bullet holes and traces of explosives, blood is everywhere, most of them belong to the mercenaries of the local black forces and arrow military companies, and of course some of the civilians in the slums.
"It's a pirate! They attacked us!" The black boy who was rescued shouted indefinitely.
Blood stains that were scratched by stray bullets were visible on his arm, and scars of deep visible bones were hung on his thighs and carried on a stretcher.
The scene became a mess, crying and screaming mixed together, the rescue team who took the lead in the 6th was too busy, and reported support to the headquarters to support the situation, while treating the wounded who were saved.
"Ah...!"
"Don't mess, man, you'll be fine..."
"My legs! Ah!"
"Who has a bandage, help me hand over a piece! Fast!"
At the same time, in the presidential palace of Madagascar, officials from various departments became a mess. President Lajona put on his suit outside the pajamas, and the president who rushed to the office was anxiously contacting the arrow company, but the phone was always busy.
La Jonah hangs up and hangs up.
At this time, the Minister of Electricity of Madagascar came in.
"Mayo Te Island has a large-scale power outage! According to the accident diagnosis, various circuits have been burnt to varying degrees. As for the cause of the burn, it is not clear at the moment..."
"Continue to check!"
"Yes!" Seeing the president's mood was very bad, the power minister did not dare to talk too much. After turning nodded, he immediately turned and prepared to go out.
"and many more!"
After the power minister was stopped, he asked with a sly mood.
"What else is there?"
"Call me the Minister of Defense"
At this moment, the door was slammed open, and the Secretary of Defense, who had not fastened his belt, walked in and stalked in, looking at La Jonah in a panic, stuttering.
"nuclear……"
"What's the matter?" La Jonah frowned.
The black face twisted into a ball, and the Minister of Defense used the expression of crying, and said the sentence incoherently.
"Yes, nuclear, nuclear weapons! Northern madagascar, attacked by tactical nuclear weapons!" (To be continued.) 8