Boom——

A fire broke out over the Governor's Mansion, followed by an explosion, and the raging flames burned half of the sky red.

The sky was getting dark, gunshots and explosions kept coming, and a plane was circling in the sky, shooting at the ground from time to time.

The Governor's Mansion came under heavy fire attack!

In the mineral water factories and resorts on Bilena Island, almost everyone's attention has turned to the town.

Big Nose Lehman couldn't get through the phone number of the Governor's Mansion, so he simply sent someone to drive over and inquire about the specific situation.

Knowing that the opportunity had come, Ilsa sneaked into the resort quietly. She soon discovered some unusual traces and tracked them all the way to the mineral water factory.

Ronan left town and took advantage of the chaos to head straight to the French factory.

The Governor's Mansion has too much time to take care of itself. If something happens here, they won't be able to send anyone over.

Based on the clues obtained from all aspects, the giant chameleon is most likely to be involved with the French, and it is related to the promotion of the Predator's own strength. Ronan will go in and take a look no matter what.

I touched the bag and saw that the paint spray was still there.

Along the road that was explored during the day, through the jungle with dense trees, we quietly approached the back wall of the mineral water factory.

Ronan didn't need any tools to help him. He carried the ak he picked up on his back and climbed up the wall with a running start. After a brief observation, he jumped down.

Thanks to the swiftness of the leopard, he landed without making any sound and quickly hid in the shadow of a building.

There were voices ahead, and Ronan walked forward along the shadows. Two black men on guard were standing on the third floor, looking at the other side of the town and talking.

This seems to be specially used for lookout.

Ronan is proficient in French and can understand the words of the two black uncles.

At first, Uncle Hei just talked about what happened in the town, but soon he turned to his own side.

"Has what happened on our side been exposed? After they finish fighting over there, will they come and fight us?"

"Isn't it possible? Master Henry killed all the five people who broke in last time?"

When Ronan heard this, he knew he was looking for the right place.

The two people were still talking, and one of them was very worried: "We killed so many people and roasted their fat to make oil. Will Master Henry silence us too?"

Another black man was simple-minded: "What are you afraid of? We are employees of Obia Group. Keep your mouth shut and everything will be fine."

The first one said again: "Have you heard? The oil we refine is sold to major cosmetics groups at high prices and used in high-end cosmetics. The profit is higher than that of drugs!"

"I heard about it too..."

While they were talking, Ronan quietly climbed up the stairs to the top of the building.

The two black men were still enjoying the town's fireworks show, and they didn't even notice anyone touching their backs.

Ronan was moving very fast, but his steps were so light that there was no movement. He punched a black man on the back of the head with his iron fist. Before the other black man could react, he grabbed his neck and put his Swiss Army knife on the vital part of his throat.

"Stop talking!" Ronan warned.

Only then did the first black man collapse to the ground.

The black man saw sweat on his forehead and raised his hands consciously.

Ronan asked quickly: "What is your name?"

The black man could feel the coldness of the blade and whispered: "Moya."

Ronan said: "Okay, Moya, I hope you can cooperate with me. I will ask a question and you will answer."

"Don't care about my business, don't care about my business." Moya thought that something happened at the factory. He spoke in a low voice but very fast: "You really don't care about my business. I'm just a part-time worker. Oubiya Group asked me to do it."

Whatever, I will do."

Ronan asked: "Does Master Henry have a giant chameleon?"

Moya felt a slight pain in his neck and said quickly: "It's a big reptile. It's hard to spot when it's lying still. Its claws and tongue are very powerful and can kill people easily. I don't know if it's a giant chameleon..."

Ronan breathed a sigh of relief. He had a clear goal, and the rest was easy to say: "Where is Master Henry? Is the reptile following him?"

"The reptile was tamed by Master Henry and has been following Master Henry." The black man came to make money, not to seek death. He kept talking: "Master Henry is responsible for refining oil and usually stays in the refining workshop."

Ronan's knife approached again, and the black man immediately pointed to the largest workshop: "That's it."

"Don't kill me!" He was afraid that Ronan would do it: "I really haven't done anything. I haven't killed anyone. I usually either stand guard or supervise the unloading. They think I'm stupid and never let me enter the workshop to participate.

Human oil refining..."

Ronan heard it downstairs and asked again: "Where do the people who refine oil come from? What do they do with the refined oil?"

The black man said: "People are captured or bought from countries such as Venezuela and Colombia. The Colombian National Front and Venezuelan opposition forces both cooperate with the Oubiya Group to provide raw materials for Oubiya and obtain money."

This answer is not surprising to Ronan. Many countries in South America are experiencing social and political turmoil.

"Master Henry presides over the oil refining, and all the refined oil is shipped to France." The black man continued: "Oubiya sells the oil to the cooperative cosmetics company at a high price as part of the raw materials for high-end cosmetics. It is said that such cosmetics do not harm the skin.

, and it can also play a very good maintenance role.”

Ronan pressed harder with his knife: "What else?"

"And... and..." In order to save his life, the black man used his brain to recall useful information: "The latest batch of goods was just loaded on the ship when it got dark and was sent away. It is estimated that it has now been boarded on the seaplane and transferred to

to Paris.”

In the face of life and death, his thinking has never been faster: "Also, there are several girls in the same cargo, all of them are virgins, sent to Europe to make perfume, two of them are mercenary leader Boba who is on the island this afternoon

Caught..."

Ronan was curious, what kind of perfume actually uses virgins as raw materials? But he was more concerned about his own affairs and asked: "How many mercenaries are there? What is the firepower configuration?"

The black man said: "There are more than thirty people with automatic rifles, distributed in key places in the factory and resort."

Ronan nodded, and there was another explosion from the town's Governor's Mansion. The flames rose higher, and it looked like an oil depot exploded.

The black man also looked across town.

Ronan won't ask any more questions, and he won't leave any further trouble. These bastards who use people to refine oil deserve to die!

After stabbing the black man's neck with a knife and kicking another black man's neck, Ronan turned on his spiritual vision, collected two soul fragments 1, found a USP pistol from the two black men's waists, and then went downstairs.

Obviously, these two black men are mercenaries.

The factory area is not big, so Ronan moved very quickly, using the cover of night to arrive near the entrance of the largest workshop.

It is not an ordinary steel structure factory building, but made of concrete. Obia Group obviously wants to operate here for a long time.

Two mercenaries were guarding the door of the workshop, and their attention was also attracted by the movement on the other side of the town.

Ronan walked quickly from behind. Before the two mercenaries could react, he cut their throats and neck arteries, leaving them lying on the ground twitching.

Take out the card from a person's waist and swipe the card to open the door.

As soon as the iron door opened, someone asked: "Arthur, you..."

Before he finished speaking, his throat became cold and he made a weird gurgling sound. He tried to pull out the saber stuck in it, but he had no strength left.

Ronan walked over and saw that the mercenary had a military dagger on his waist. He pulled it out and held it in his hand.

The management of the workshop is very strict. There are changing rooms, shower rooms, air shower rooms and disinfection rooms. Ronan didn't have much time to delay and rushed in directly.

At the exit of the disinfection room, there was a manager who realized something was wrong when he saw Ronan. Just as he was about to press the alarm button, Ronan stepped in front of him and pierced his throat with a dagger.

Just like how he dealt with the killers and gangsters of the drug cartel, since he knew what kind of business these people were doing, Ronan was merciless in his actions.

Entering the formal workshop, the scene before him made Ronan unconsciously slow down.

Transparent tempered glass covers a huge electric oven. Inside the oven are hung upside down headless corpses, all of which have their internal organs removed, hanging there for roasting at high temperatures, like roasted pigs.

A drop of oil flows down and is collected into a container.

Is this what is called oil refining?!

Ronan asked himself how much darkness and filth he had seen, and he still couldn't help being shocked at this moment.

Are these oils really being sold by Obia Group as industrial or commodity raw materials?

Ronan thought of Marx's famous saying about capital...

Human nature can be so evil!

"My special brew!" Ronan couldn't help but swear in his native language. Even though he had seen countless darkness, experienced torture, and imagined the extreme evil in the world, he was still furious at this moment!

It has nothing to do with any interests, strength or promotion, or relatives and friends.

Just the most basic emotions and conscience of a person!

There were footsteps on the left, and Ronan took out the USP pistol obtained by a black man and pointed it there.

A staff member wearing a white coat turned around from the other side of the oven. When he saw Ronan, he immediately said: "Why don't you wear work clothes..."

Bang--

Ronan shot him in the head!

At this moment, Ronan no longer concealed his whereabouts.

He just wants to kill people and kill all these beasts!
Chapter completed!