In the desert of East Africa, at the junction of the borders, there is an abandoned military base.

Since the withdrawal of the troops stationed there, the small village that lived on the military base in the vicinity has been completely abandoned, and now only a few dry wells and gray and yellow clay tile houses remain.

Because the terrain in the vicinity was not suitable for light defense, and the temporary airfield was of no use to most of the poorly equipped stragglers, it was never occupied by armed forces, but left it to be left to waste.

However, unlike in the past, this abandoned military base has welcomed a group of uninvited guests......

Covered in billowing dust, Toyota pickup trucks passed through abandoned checkpoints 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 equipment standing next to the Humvee in front of the abandoned hangar immediately tensed their nerves and involuntarily put their index fingers on the safety of the weapon.

Walking forward with a few henchmen, the bearded Marash walked straight to the man in the suit at the front of the crowd, as if he didn't see the weapons in the mercenaries' hands, stopped, and raised his chin.

"Where's the stuff?"

The man in the suit smiled slightly, turned his face sideways and gestured to the abandoned hangar behind him with his eyes, and spoke.

"Right behind me...... Open it to our guests. ”

The door to the hangar was opened.

I saw that the abandoned hangar was stuffed with large military green boxes.

The nearest boxes to the door were open, and from the openings they could be seen stuffed with orange ammunition and bundles of weapons and equipment leaning against them.

Looking at all this in front of him, a trace of greed flashed in Marash's two mung bean-sized eyes.

As a famous warlord of the generation who is active in the neighborhood, although he seems to be majestic on weekdays, he actually lives a tight life. Those expensive diamond mines and oil fields are controlled by the ZF army, and they are at most fighting the autumn wind, and they dare not get involved easily.

On weekdays, his biggest source of income is only to command yachts to rob a few fishing boats, and to extort a little ransom from the hostage's family members or the companies behind them. As for those cargo ships with warships patrolling and escorting, he would not dare to touch them with a hundred guts, after all, no one wants to swim on the high seas at the risk of being sent by a cannon to feed the fish.

According to his estimates, the arms in the hangar alone are worth at least $10 million.

And to the no-man's land of East Africa, the price will at least double.

The weapons in the hangar in front of him were like a piece of fat in his eyes, and he didn't pay attention to the soldiers who seemed to be armed to the teeth.

This is his territory.

If necessary, he can pull out a division of tours. Strike Team.

Still, he was going to hear what the men had to say to decide whether to cooperate with them or simply swallow them in one gulp.

"It's $20 million worth of arms." As if not realizing that he was in the mouth of a tiger, the man in the suit not only reminded him of the actual value of the shipment, but also reached out and handed him a cigar, "And this is Guba's best cigar." ”

You're welcome, and the result is a cigar lit.

With a rude puff of smoke rings, Marash squinted as he looked at the hangar.

"That's all?"

"It's just an advance payment," the man in the suit said with a smile, "and there are good things worth about eighty million dollars in the future, and I'm sure you'll be interested." ”

Hearing that it was an advance payment, and that it was a big deal worth hundreds of millions of dollars, Marash's dangerous aura diminished a little.

Of course, this is not because of professional ethics and conscience, but purely for the greater good.

"Sounds good...... How did you get all this stuff here? ”

The man in the suit smiled slightly and said: "We have a large transport plane, we have people at customs, you don't need to worry about these, as long as you help us do that, not only these materials are yours, we can even send you the C-130 that transports the goods." ”

At the hearing of the C-130, Marash's face finally changed.

What does a transport plane mean?

This means that he is able to transport goods from farther afield, whether it is arms or necessities. He was even able to leave the pirate business and start a second-tier trader's business.

There are many invisible business opportunities in this desert, and he can see them.

As for the pilots......

This may be a problem, but it can be solved entirely with dollars.

"What do you need? Attack on an oil tanker? Or which oil field? Licking his dry lips, Marash couldn't wait.

Looking at Marash, who was clearly moved, the man in the suit just smiled, didn't speak, and took a newspaper from his bag and threw it to him.

The newspaper is BBC's.

Looking at the cruise ship on the cover, Marash's face was full of nonchalant expressions.

However, when he looked down along the lines of words, a trace of solemnity gradually appeared in his eyes.

Even in the end, the solemnity turned to anger.

"What's the difference between that and suicide?" Throwing the newspaper on the ground, Marash looked angrily at the man in the suit in front of him, "Are you teasing us!" ”

Attack on a cruise ship of the royal family.

And it's a cruise ship carrying dignitaries from other countries!

It's not just a country that's provocative!

He's greedy, but he's not stupid!

Seeing his movements, several mercenaries standing nearby immediately nervously clenched their weapons, and several militants who came with the bearded man did the same.

The atmosphere in front of the hangar instantly became tense.

Facing the soldier in front of him. The murderous gaze of the valve head, but the expression on the face of the man in the suit did not change, as if he didn't see the AK pointed at him, and said softly in a voice that only he could hear.

"That's right, suicide."

"The people who attack the cruise ship are bound to die. However, before I die, I need you to use them to kill one of the people on the ship. ”

Marash's eyes narrowed dangerously.

As if weighing the pros and cons in his mind, it took a long time for him to speak.

"Who?"

"I've sent his information to your mailbox, and I'll see it when you get back."

Perhaps greed had prevailed, or perhaps he had thought of a foolproof solution that would ensure that no one knew that it had anything to do with him, Marash spoke slowly.

“…… I cannot guarantee the safety of other passengers on the cruise. ”

"You don't have to guarantee it," the man in the suit smiled and said in a pleasant tone, "whether it's a sinking or a cover-up of other accidents, you'll receive the rest of the balance anyway as long as you confirm the death of your target." ”

"So, what's your choice?"

Marash was silent again for a moment.

Suddenly, he spoke.

"After this vote, I may have to keep a low profile for a while."

The man in the suit smiled and nodded.

"It's best to choose wisely."

“…… I'm not done yet. ”

Removing the cigar from his mouth, as if he had finally made up his mind, Marash's gaze was tinted with a hint of ferocity, and he continued.

"Arms alone are not enough."

"You'll have to add money."

……

Since the completion of the controllable fusion project, Lu Zhou has become a sweet spot in the eyes of politicians from all over the world.

There is no other reason.

As the father of controlled fusion, a shareholder of East Asia Power, and the title of the leader of countless Chinese scientific research organizations, his identity has long been no longer just a simple scholar, but a heavyweight who can influence a country's decision-making.

At least in the field of nuclear fusion, his words even have the power to make a final decision.

And this energy can even determine the future of a country or region half a century later.

As one of the five Nordic countries, Sweden has always hoped to be the first to negotiate a controlled fusion reactor project with China, so that the nuclear power plant, which dominates the Nordic region's power grid, can be settled on its own territory.

To this end, they have offered a lot of preferential conditions, such as allowing Chinese enterprises to intervene in public utility projects, such as allowing the extradition of wanted criminals, and so on......

It can be said that the current fusion core almost plays the role of the giant panda in the past, and countries are scrambling to invite this thing home.

Therefore, the voyage to Copenhagen was somewhat diplomatic.

Not only the Swedish royal family is on board, but also many Nordic entrepreneurs and tycoons are also on this "Northern Lights" cruise ship, and there are also entrepreneurs and diplomats from China.

Both sides hope to carry out economic and trade cooperation and exchanges with each other and win more cooperation opportunities and markets for their countries.

Standing next to her father, Prince Ferep, Princess Lilian took advantage of her father's inattention and kept grimacing at the landing boat.

The little girl seemed to be still angry about what had happened at the dance that day.

However, as an adult, Lu Zhou naturally didn't need to worry about a child, and he only smiled kindly at her grimace. Seeing that her grimace didn't seem to work, the little princess stomped her foot angrily, turned her head and ignored him completely.

Lu Zhou didn't care.

Standing on the side of the ship, he just raised his eyes and looked at the place where the sea and the sky met in the distance.

Looking at the rolling waves, he always felt as if something was about to happen.

"The wind on the deck seems to be a bit noisy."

Hearing this emotion, Wang Peng, who was standing behind him, spoke.

"It feels like you're in a good mood."

"Is there one?"

Wang Peng nodded and confirmed.

"And it's not generally good."

Hearing this, Lu Zhou smiled embarrassedly.

I didn't expect my performance to be so obvious.

Well, he had a showdown, and he admitted that he was in a really good mood these days, even a little nervous.

Looking at the bright smile on Lu Zhou's face speechlessly, Wang Peng didn't know what to say, so he chose to remain silent.

However, Lu Zhou's expression did not hang on his face for long.

Because at this moment, the alarm bell suddenly sounded......