I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 816: Trojan horse
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Trolling the desalination platform snatched from the Star Ring Trade, the armed transformed ship slowly sailed towards the port in the northwest corner of Madagascar.
At the end of the jungle and mountains, there is a fortress that does not match the poverty of Madagascar. In the tall concrete wall, dozens of birdies, black eagles, and even Apache gunships were parked. In addition, the number of M1114 and M2A3 infantry fighting vehicles parked in the garage even exceeds that of many US military bases overseas.
There is also the Patriot 3 missile launch vehicle hidden by the cover, which also shows the military and political influence of Arrow Company.
Such a terrible armed force can even easily subvert a small country. It is not like the fighting power that ordinary private military contractors may have.
It is precisely because of its own strength that it has been scolded by the US government. Even if Freemasonry has great influence in the US political circles, their military bases can only be built overseas, like backward Africa, or A place like chaotic South America.
The freighter entered the port, and the officer wearing a desert-colored army cap walked down the stairs and came down from the freighter. On the edge of the port, a middle-aged man, Xie Ding, wearing a suit, stretched out his hand across Lao Yuan and greeted him cheerfully.
"Hahaha, welcome, Colonel Ferren."
"Nice to meet, Mr. Evans." Ferren took his hand and shook it solemnly up and down.
From the look on the colonel's face, he is very respectful to this Mr. Evans.
This respect is not because of social status, but by an older class.
In Freemasonry, lower members must be mentored when facing higher members. Although in modern times, this rule has not been strictly enforced, only in the Masonic internal party, people will use the retro title of mentor.
But this does not prevent Ferrell from respecting the old gentleman in front of him.
As a regular member of Freemasonry, Ferren ’s level is only 3 degrees. The old man in a suit standing opposite him was engraved with the number 32 on his right hand ring, which is only one level away from the highest level of the Scottish school, 33.
Engineers boarded the ship and unloaded the desalination platform from the back of the ship.
Evens did not have any trouble to send a pie, and pulled Ferren aside with a relaxed smile, while handing him a cigar and ordering one for himself.
"Our native country has a long and narrow coastline but lacks freshwater. We have negotiated with high-tech freshwater people, but they are extremely stingy with precious technology, and we are disappointed."
The native country here refers to Israel.
Speaking of being disappointed here, Evans spit out a smoke ring, grinned, and reached out and patted on Ferren ’s shoulder.
"Fortunately, we have a group of brave guys, and the future group will soon regret it for refusing us."
"Zayd is done, we're afraid we will have to find someone to do dirty work for us." Ferren grinned.
Someone must bear the anger of the futuristic group. Evans and Ferren do n’t believe that they dare to fight against Freemasonry. So the futuristic group can only retaliate with only Somali pirates.
But again, Jiang Chen may not be able to find out who is behind the scenes.
Thinking of this, Evans smiled.
Shake the cigar, 1 inch of soot fell on the side of the shoe, Evans spit out the smoke ring, and looked like an eagle in the direction of the desalination platform.
"Zayd will not survive tomorrow night, the Mossad's people will shoot him out of his den in Somalia, and then wait for him to come to the door. As long as the insider Zaid dies, the gangster's Credit is given to the Somali government, and the Future People Group will never find any horses. "
"One month later, the Mediterranean Freshwater Company will be listed in New York and formally develop the market in the Middle East. We will use the influence of the oil market to **** freshwater from the high-tech freshwater from the Eastern Mediterranean to the Persian Gulf Share. "
Looking forward to a bright future, Evans smiled in the corner of his mouth, and then looked at Ferrer next to him.
"Speaking of it, have you checked the goods?"
"Not yet, but this is the equipment that is directly shipped to the Red Sea for deployment, and there should be no quality problems." Ferren laughed.
"Let's take a look first, anyway, I heard that this thing is very convenient to move." Evans grinned, cigar pointed to the location of the dock, just prepared to say something to the soldiers next to it, but soon He was attracted by the light.
Not far away, the offshore platform began to shine.
Like the solid light, it leaks from the gap of the mechanical shell, even if it is hundreds of meters away, you can feel the heat of the tearing skin.
Steel was melted into molten iron, and armored vehicles and helicopters all faded under the strong light. The cement peeled off from the steel skeleton and collapsed like an avalanche.
It is said that at the moment of death, that one second will be stretched infinitely until the consciousness is completely extinguished.
Even before losing consciousness, Evans seemed to see the sunrise.
The so-called beautiful future, in the halo of this sunrise, was blown to ashes with the cigar in the finger.
Shock waves swept through the mountains and dyed all the green to black.
On that clear sea, a cloud of mushrooms rose ...
......
"... Ziz ... This is Crow No. 1, we have arrived over Mayotte. It ’s dark, only sporadic fire ..."
"... received, landing."
After Jiang Chen and others evacuated, four transport helicopters took off from the Air Force Base of the Republic of Madagascar and flew above Mayotte.
All communication channels were cut off. When it was learned that the entire Mayotte had lost contact, Madagascar ’s officials thought it was a joke. After all, it happened late at night, and the problem sounded a bit unbelievable.
It wasn't until various departments realized the paralyzed "toe" and sent troops to the island to investigate the situation.
Army soldiers landed in the slums on a transport helicopter, but they saw a devastated scene.
The walls are full of bullet holes and traces of explosive residues. The blood is everywhere. Most of them belong to the mercenaries of the local black forces and arrow military companies. Of course, some of them are civilians in the slums.
"It's a pirate! They attacked us!" the rescued black boy shouted in horror.
Blood marks cut by stray bullets can be seen on his arms, and bone scars are visible on his thighs, and he is carried on a stretcher.
The scene was a mess, and the crying and shouting were noisy. The rescue team that landed first was so busy that it reported the situation to the headquarters and asked for support, while treating the injured.
"Ah ...!"
"Do n’t mess up, man, you will be fine ..."
"My legs! Ah-!"
"Who still has a bandage, please hand me a piece! Come on!"
At the same time, officials in various departments in the Presidential Palace of Madagascar were in a mess. President Rachona put on a suit outside his pajamas, and rushed to the office of the president. He was anxiously contacting the people of Arrow Company, but the phone was always busy.
Rachona hung up the phone fiercely.
At this time, the Minister of Electricity of Madagascar came in.
"A large-scale power outage occurred on Mayotte! According to the accident diagnosis, various circuits have burned to varying degrees. As for the cause of the burn, it is currently not clear ..."
"Continue to check!"
"Yes!" Seeing the president was in a bad mood, the Minister of Electricity did not dare to talk much, and immediately turned around to go out after nodding.
"Wait!"
After being called, the Minister of Electricity asked with anxiety.
"What else do you want?"
"Call me the Minister of Defense —"
At this moment, the door was slammed open, and the Minister of Defense, who had n’t worn his waistband, trot in and walked in, looking at Rachona panic and stuttering.
"Nuclear ..."
"What is it?" La Jona frowned.
The black face twisted into a ball, and the Minister of Defense spoke incoherently with a crying expression.
"Yes, it's nuclear, nuclear weapons! Northern Madagascar, attacked by tactical nuclear weapons!" (To be continued.)