Gao Wen looked at the high technology in this guy's hand and felt that his brain circuit had been completely used in the wrong place.
"Where are we going?" Gao Wen seemed very excited. When she talked about it, this was their first time alone date.
Facing this question, Xu Chuan smiled, "Although I want to take you directly to my place, I think you may turn against each other."
"It's good that you know." Gao Wen stared at the other person with her eyes. She was really worried that this guy would go straight to the point. She didn't want her first date to turn into a room before it even started.
West Lake at around 9 o'clock in the evening is completely different from the daytime. Another advantage is that as long as they don't go to crowded places, Gao Wen, wearing a hat and a mask, is likely to be recognized.
The two of them walked by the West Lake holding hands, "How is Xiaowei's injury? Why don't you stay with her?" Although Gao Wen was reluctant, she still asked.
"Fortunately, the left arm is still covered with plaster, and the remaining problem is no longer big. I am going to go abroad and come to see you before leaving."
"Hmph, didn't you help Dongqin solve the problem and look at me?" Gao Wen seemed to be complaining, but she just acted like a coquettish with a smile in her eyes.
"If I say that, I actually remembered you here after seeing you on the spot." Master Xu looked at the other party, and what he said made him very popular.
Gao Wen immediately planned to throw away the guy's hand and walk back, but was pulled back by Xu Chuan, who had been on guard for a long time, "I'm kidding. This is obviously to come to see you under the banner of Dongqin, otherwise this little thing would be solved by one phone call."
Of course, women need to coax, and they need to coax them even if they don’t have the opportunity to coax.
Holding the person in his arms, Xu Chuan lowered his head and kissed Gao Wen on the forehead, "You didn't seem to have eaten anything just now. Should you find a place to eat?"
Gao Wen is not a pretentious person. She also knew that the other party was joking, so she smiled and leaned in the other party's arms for a while.
The two walked forward for about ten minutes, and then bought some snacks in a small shop on the street while eating. It was inconvenient for Gao Wen to wear a mask, so she had to pull the mask up to eat something. It was really funny.
"Do you have a job to do and how many days do you have to stay here?"
"I will go to Africa first tomorrow and then Eastern Europe. There is some work to discuss there." Xu Chuan threw the signature of using duck meat as mutton skewers into the trash can. OK, at least he really used duck meat.
"So urgent?"
"Well, it's been delayed for a long time."
"How long will it take to come back this time?"
"I will participate in any basketball game in a few days. I may come back for a day and then leave. This time it may take two or three months." Xu Chuan's main job this time is to drag Gogol to Africa so that Nikita can move easily.
Gao Wen nodded, then stopped dragging Xu Chuan's hand.
"I'm tired and don't want to go shopping anymore, otherwise we'd better go back to the hotel." Facing Xu Chuan's gaze, Gao Wen felt that all the blood in her body surged to her head, and her cheeks under the mask were already flushed red.
...
At 6:30 the next morning, Zhong Miaomiao knocked on Gao Wen's door. Gao Wen, who was already dressed in an intact, surprised her very much.
"Get up so early?"
Gao Wen's expression was a little fleeting embarrassing, because she had not been in the door for a long time and had just changed her clothes after taking a shower.
"I had some insomnia yesterday and couldn't sleep well. I woke up for a while at first sight." Gao Wen pretended to organize her luggage to cover up her panic.
Last night, she went to the hotel where Xu Chuan was staying. She was taught a lot of knowledge by an experienced bastard and unlocked several positions. Although she used her last reason to defend the final defense line, there was still a shooting task the next day, but she knew that she couldn't last long. Maybe next time she would take the initiative to ask the other party to do the final.
Zhong Miaomiao undoubtedly had him. The two went to the restaurant to have breakfast with the other members of Running Man. Today's shooting schedule was indeed much ahead of schedule. Director Chen Ming was explaining to everyone what he would do next.
After Xu Chuan promised his benefits, the shooting efficiency increased a lot. Some staff members who had always caused trouble for Dongqin were kicked out of the shooting team, which finally made Dongqin's attention focus focus on investment promotion.
Everything is going on in an orderly manner. UC Media’s extreme oppression of domestic entertainment is about to achieve its goal. Dingsheng and several other film and television production companies have determined to sign the convention before Xu Chuan boarded the plane. This has become the general trend since then.
At seven o'clock that day, the news took a minute and a half to report on this matter, which was already a statement.
At the same time, a company mainly engaged in drone flight control systems and drone solutions, called ATLAS Innovation Technology, is registered in Xiangjiang.
...
Twenty hours later, the flight Xu Chuan landed at Benghazi Airport. The large-scale war here had ended, and many Libiya people who left their hometown returned to their almost destroyed homes.
However, the situation here has not improved. Various armed organizations are scattered in various corners of the country, and armed conflicts occur from time to time.
"Hi, boss, I've been doing well recently. We watched your live broadcast of basketball. We were really surprised that you weren't beaten at that time." The person who came to pick him up was Albert with a mohikan hairstyle.
"Fake, you have the nerve to say, have you forgotten which bastard broke my ribs?"
The two of them made a few words to each other, and then hugged them. The walls outside the terminal here were full of bullet holes. There was a pickup truck carrying a heavy machine gun parked at the door. There were armed personnel carrying live ammunition everywhere. They were dressed in chaos and could not tell where they came from.
The air was filled with a faint smell of gunpowder. Xu Chuan took a deep breath and felt the cells in his body come alive.
Xu Chuan raised his hand and greeted a bearded man standing at the gate of the terminal. The other party looked like an idiot.
Albert looked at the bearded man and scolded, "Shit, another navy sissy."
However, Xu Chuan didn't care and chatted with Albert, "How is this place recently? It looks pretty good."
"A month ago, a US helicopter was shot down with a poisonous sting. According to the internal investigation of the US military, the missile should have been lying in a military base in Qatar." Albert looked gloating. As a Ranger who had helped the American Mansion do countless black work, he knew the filthiness here.
Now the American voyage in Benghazi is looking for the whereabouts of these missiles all over the world. CIA and NSA are also paying a lot of money to acquire air defense missiles on the Libi Asian black market. Although the nominal targets Russian-made SA24 individual air missiles, everyone in the circle knows what's going on.
"Tsk tsk, why bother with this thing?" It is obvious that this is a vicious incident of reselling arms. The American military, the National Fangte, the Guabuyuan, and the CIA must have all been involved."
Xu Chuan shook his head. This plot has become a traditional project of the US military, including Irak, Afuhan, Yemen, Craneia, and various hot spots in the Middle East are filled with various weapons flowing out from various US military bases.
From 9mm pistols to stubbles, javelins, and even brand new Hummers, there is nothing they dare not sell.
This involves a huge interest group, no one dares to investigate or care. Who is not afraid of committing suicide by shooting himself in the back?
The terminal was filled with a large number of people, bearded men wearing various tactical vests and work pants, and a Laibi woman covering her face.
The smell inside is quite volatile, body odor, smoke and other strange smells mixed together, which makes people very excited.
A customs officer at the customs window looked up at Xu Chuan's face and held his passport for a long time without giving it to him. The meaning was obvious, it was to ask for money.
Xu Chuan looked at the other party and said, "This guy is new, and he dares to ask for money from him."
The customs officer who had just finished his work in half a month fell down from his chair.
"Sorry, sir, welcome to Benghazi." The boy's face was almost crying when he got up. Umbrella's name here is sometimes better than that of the coalition forces and the KB members.
After all, even KB members would not pile the enemy's bodies on the roadside and pour cement into the shape of a pyramid. They would still set up a sign in front to explain the cause of these people's death.
This umbrella logo has a deterrent power in Benghazi than ordinary people imagine.
After two years of operation, Umbrella's name is very famous from Benghazi to Ojira, and this reputation has been completely achieved.
Many people were jealous when they looked at this transportation line, and now they were all piled on both sides of the road.
And one very interesting thing is that all these dead people have been judged by local tribal elders. In Chinese terms, they are so easy to find, making people have no choice but to ask for trouble.
Until now, this transportation line from the oil production area to Benghazi is completely under Umbrella's control.
The good news is that Umbrella does not seem to be planning to radiate its sphere of influence towards the surroundings. For other forces, although this transportation line is of great value, it seems that it is not worth the cost to provoke Umbrella the beast for this.
Of course, this conclusion is only drawn by many people after they lose their lives.
After exiting the airport, Albert had already driven over. The surrounding buildings were dilapidated, the ground was covered with sand, and the streets were still bustling with people than the previous year.
"If someone hadn't rushed into the airport with a car bomb two days ago, I would have driven in." Albert explained to Xu Chuan while driving.
After this incident, the airport security measures were upgraded several levels, and they could have been opened to the apron before.
Xu Chuan refused to comment, "Is there any news about Vladimir Makarov recently?"
This guy disappeared after Libiya's military operation ended. Not only did Umbrella have no news, but there was no news from the CIA, MI6, or the Russians.
This guy is much more careful than his former boss Zakayev, and his whereabouts can be hidden so much.
"No, our people are all paying attention to his whereabouts, but there has been no news, but some people say that he has appeared in Zhaliya and Asaibijiang, and Ukelan." Albert shook his head. That guy was really slippery than a fish.
"Didn't you conflict with us?" Xu Chuan frowned. To be honest, this is not a good thing.
His Umbrella has destroyed many of this guy's actions, which can be regarded as a mortal revenge. However, except for the conflict between the two sides in the early stages of the Libisian War, they have almost no contact since then.
Umbrella also focused on maintaining the transportation channel, so Makarov's affairs were put aside.
The other party seemed to have not retaliated against them. This was definitely not because Makarov was a person who was open-minded and repayed with kindness, but...
"This guy must be preparing to make a big one." Xu Chuan put the seat and pulled down the hat on his head to block the sunlight.
"Boss, why do you say that?"
Xu Chuan didn't say anything. Could it be that he played the game more than ten times in his previous life?
However, this is not a game, so, hey, it's not as good as a game. At least he still knows the plot, but now he can only guess.
...
The bearded man in the airport who regarded Xu Chuan as a fool also came to pick him up. A bearded man in business clothes got off from a plane that had just landed. He was slightly thinner and cleaner than the one who picked him up.
The two of them got into a worn-out Land Rover Defender, the man who got off the plane threw his luggage behind, and took off his coat, "Why is it so hot here."
The person who came to pick him up handed over a Glock 19 and reminded him, "Be careful, loaded."
"Ron, how is the team?"
"It's OK, three Marines and one former Ranger, it's good that you're here now, I'm glad to see you, Jack." The two bearded men hugged.
The man named Jack rechecked the pistol, "I'm glad to be back here." The guy's eyes became very bright, and he said to himself as he looked at the environment outside the car window.
The bearded man started the car and drove towards the CIA's Benghazi Intelligence Station.
Both of them are members of the GRS and are special security departments established by the CIA after the Gemini incident. They are neither third-party contractors nor CIA staff. They are a bit like business staff, but to be precise, they should be temporary workers who are engaged in extremely dangerous jobs with high salaries.
GRS has a high salary and a short mission period. You can get more than $140,000 in three to six months of expatriation every year.
However, the requirements are very high, and all are recruited from the personnel of the discharged special forces. Their main responsibility is to formulate travel and evacuation routes for intelligence personnel.
Chapter completed!