Supreme Psychic Power - Chapter 283 My brother is very happy when he dies

"Hello, Mr. Hashimoto." Krimov, according to the previously agreed plan, first identified the five-foot-half-inch-distance man standing in front, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and a handful of middle-aged man from Rendanhu. He was Mr. Ryuro Hashimoto's plenipotentiary sent by Yamada. He reached out his hand politely, held Hashimoto's small hand and shook it twice, "We are ready for the goods you want, please follow me."

"This is my assistant Kawamura's deafness." Hashimoto Ryuro pointed to Kawamura, who was standing beside him, who was one inch shorter than him, and introduced him to Krimov. Krimov curled his lips and took them to the land.

In front of them was a low seaside mountain range, with dense woods everywhere. Krimov led them into the forest and walked down a gentle slope. When they reached the end of the gentle slope, they looked inside and suddenly realized: they saw a vast open space, with various types of bunkers built with cement, and in the middle of the bunker group was a spacious asphalt road leading to the mountains at the end.

"Soga, the hidden and heavily guarded arsenal is indeed the largest military base in the Far East!" Hashimoto touched his beard and said in admiration. Krimov smiled and led them to the gate of the cave. He slapped the thick steel gate twice, feeling the thickness of the gate.

"You two, open the door." Krimov whispered, ran past two militants, holding basketball-sized explosive packs in his hands and piled them at the door. Then he retreated far away and pressed the button of the detonator.

With a bang, the thirty-centimeter-thick steel door was blown away and shook three times. The whole door was bent down, revealing a narrow gap, but it still did not open. Krimov frowned, took a gas welding from the snowmobile, and cut it towards the door.

After spending half an hour, the stubborn door was finally cut into a big hole. From a distance, it looked like an old lady with her front teeth broken off. It was extremely ugly. However, a rough man like Krimov did not know how to appreciate this incomplete beauty. He threw two grenades into the cave. After the grenade exploded, he fired a flashlight and led three Japanese guests to the cave.

The cave was pitch black, but extremely dry. A huge sickle hammer logo hung in the most conspicuous place on the wall, and a big slogan "ьcr! (The proletariats all over the world united!)" was hung on it. Hashimoto shook his head repeatedly, stretched out a short and thick finger and swayed it carefully, walked down a slope, and stopped in front of a metal door.

This is an electronic password lock, but the arsenal has been abandoned for many years and has long since no power supply. The three Japanese looked at each other when they saw this and looked back at Krimov. He smiled slightly, took out a box-sized thing from his backpack, pried open the box under the password lock, pulled out two wires, one red and one green, and connected it to the power plug on the box. The keyboard lock immediately lit up a small red and one green light, flashing back and forth, urging the incoming user to enter the password quickly.

Krimov pressed the keyboard lock a few times, and with a click, the green light on the keyboard lock lit up one after another, and the door lock opened. Krimov pulled the wrench at the door with all his strength and pulled it silently, which was originally sealed tightly, and a strong fishy smell came from it.

The group covered their noses with disgust. When the smell dissipated, they walked in and turned on the flashlight to look inside. There was a huge space inside the cave, larger than the two football fields. The metal pillars used as support were covered with stainless steel sheets, reflecting the light of the flashlight.

There were countless weapons and equipment in the hall, ranging from rifles, grenade launchers and piles of bullets, from armed patrol boats, T-72 tanks, Mi8 and Mi24 helicopters, and two very special large boxes, which read "Styx" anti-ship missiles in Russian.

"Oh God, look at where we are here!" Kawamura looked at the spectacular scene in surprise. It is said that there are two former Soviet ss-n-17 submarine-launched ballistic missiles in it. If there are nuclear warheads on it, then our dream of the Greater Japan Dog Country will be realized!

Because this thought is too stimulating, Kawamura is so excited that his hands and feet are disobedient whenever he thinks about it. He gasps for two breaths, and a sharp sound of excessive friction is made in his hoarse throat, like a howl of a wolf. He calms down and follows Krimov and continues to walk into the interior of the arsenal. The tanks and armed helicopters are in combat readiness. The mechanical parts are all new, and they can drive away immediately as long as they are filled with fuel.

"If you like the weapons here," Krimov's eyes lit up when he saw so many weapons. He didn't expect there were so many treasures here. Be good, any tank is worth tens of millions of dollars, and this arsenal is simply priceless!

"Look, these are all made by my great motherland." Krimov patted the t-72's flanking skirt and said proudly, "Great lines, strong power, oh, she is the beautiful Ulanova in the birch forest! Waiting for your favor! Dear gentlemen, what are you still hesitating, place an order now!"

Kawamura and Hashimoto looked at each other and smiled from ear to ear. They have always been known for their savvy, so they think bargaining is a must. Kawamura walked to a Mi24 armed helicopter, looked at the hard lines and unfolded wings, rubbed the dust covered in the cockpit, and smiled at Krimov, "Can we buy this thing at half price?"

"Purchase at half price?" Krimov was stunned for a moment, and immediately cursed the despicable and shamelessness of these three short men. You are ruthless in the bargaining price! You should know that any random aircraft in the arms market now costs tens of millions of dollars!

"No." Krimov shook his head, and the three Japanese also shook their heads, "Okay, I think this is our regret, but I can introduce you to other customers, such as customers in Africa and the Middle East. You know, the whole world is very friendly to us Japanese..."

"Little, I hope you don't threaten me with this!" Krimov heard the implicit sound of them, pulled out the mp446 Yari Golden Pistol, and shot Kawamura's deaf head with a bang. The poor Kawamura was shot in seconds, and his fat body fell softly to the ground, and his head was lifted away halfway. Krimov kicked Kawamura's body, blew the green smoke blowing the barrel, and pointed the muzzle at Hashimoto's head.

"We are wrong, we apologize to you!" Hashimoto was so scared that he peed his pants and immediately bowed ninety degrees to apologize. He bent his waist like a shrimp, and apologized with a humble look on his face. Krimov then put away his pistol and spitted it on his face, "Don't play tricks with me, or I'll throw you into the mountains to feed the polar bears!"

"Hai, Hayi!" Kawamura nodded repeatedly while rubbing his painful neck, "Please rest assured, we will keep this secret! I hope you can calm down."

"The purpose of our visit this time is for this." Hashimoto took out a piece of paper, which was exactly the pattern of the former Soviet Union's SS-N-17 submarine-launched ballistic missile. Krimov took it over and looked at it, scratching his head, "I think we should have it here."

"If you can buy it for us, we are willing to pay a price of one billion." Hashimoto's jackal-like eyes flashed with a deceitful light, "Money is not a problem. If it is not enough, we can add more money. We want this thing."

A helicopter hovered on the mountain for a long time, and two people walked down the helicopter. If you looked carefully, you would find that the one wearing a black down jacket was Shangguan Yun's brother Shangguan Feng.

"This is the direction of the last message sent by Ouyang Jin." A woman wearing a thick down jacket said with a GPS positioner, "From the situation in front of her, something big happened to the fourth young master and the others."

Shangguan Feng kept his face cold and said nothing, staring at the ruins after the explosion in front of him, as if he wanted to get something from it. After a long time, he took a breath, popped up a cigarette and took two leisurely sips, until a scream from a distance attracted him.

Shangguan Yun's body appeared under a pile of stones, and a walnut-sized hole was smashed by a huge rock on his head. The blood had long frozen, his hands and feet were spreading open, and his whole body was still climbing desperately. Shangguan Feng felt a little reluctant and asked his subordinates to dig out his body.

Shangguan Yun's body was frozen hard, and Shangguan Feng asked someone to put it in a body bag and throw it on the plane, preparing to transport it back to Shenzhou. Ouyang Jin and Wen La's bodies were also dug out. Wen La was already out of shape, and only by drying the blood on his face could he vaguely identify it. As for the other people who died together, Shangguan Feng had no intention of searching for them, buried them in a hurry, and then they all boarded the plane and flew towards the coast.

"Mr. Jonson, how does your BK organization calculate the reward?" Sitting on the helicopter, Shangguan Feng kicked the body of his younger brother under his feet, and suddenly felt a sense of ease that he had never experienced before. When his younger brother died, he felt very happy. He habitually raised his legs and asked casually the fully armed foreigner sitting opposite him.

"We will not interfere with everything else as long as we deserve it." Jonson hugged his arms and looked at the handsome young man in front of him with vigilance. His intuition told him that this man was very cold and cruel, so it would be better to be careful when dealing with him.
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