The town's own hotel is now built for various experts and technicians to live in. Some of them live here, while others are in the hospital. There is no one living on the island under construction. They work and enter and relax when the sun rises. When they face the sea, they push open the wooden frame window facing the sea. A fresh sea breeze blows up the white gauze curtains. Mou Tianbo, who is standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, feels refreshed and happy.

Zhou Linfei was not used to her daughter being away at this time. She sat on the rattan chair on the other side and looked around. Seeing that the spacious and high-end suite facilities were comparable to their feelings in a high-end hotel: "It seems... not bad?"

Mou Tianbo nodded: "The strange man should be used to describe Ba Zhiming like this. His unusual experience has changed his vision and worldview, so he does things differently."

Zhou Linfei still encouraged her husband: "You are the best-looking person in that era. I just want Xiaofei to live a peaceful and happy life... I think he is still a bit scary and he beats and kills him at any time."

Mou Tianbo looked at the waves and foam that washed away the clean beach at a distance, pondered for a while: "You also said that I was the best in that era. What's going on in the future? Is my set still feasible? It's not certain. At least my current approach is nothing different from other entrepreneurs and colleagues of my level. Everyone is constantly investing in the business field, seeking returns, and waiting for political benefits... But the pattern of Ba Zhiming and Xiao Fei is completely beyond our scope." He sighed: "I still support them very much. This time I have a clear feeling."

Mou Chenfei's feelings were clearer. She was not used to her parents. She was already a woman and insisted on holding Buck's arm together, just in the courtyard of another villa more than a hundred meters away from the Mou family, standing in front of a large area of ​​neatly arranged rifles!

There are about two hundred American m1 rifles, with five boxes of ammunition next to them. The hammer is helpless: "There is only such a small amount of purchase that can be purchased from normal channels. No matter how many it is, it will arouse others' suspicion. More than three thousand rounds, each gun can only be divided into two magazines. Not to mention training, this bullet is not enough to fight a conflict."

Buck picked up one and looked at it. It was obvious that he had wiped and maintained it again. It was gone without the greasy butter that had been used. It was dry and cold. The machine parts were pulled a few times and it was well maintained: "How many other guns are there?"

The hyena shrugged: "In addition, they have eighteen AK rifles and twenty-one M-type rifles in their own hands. There are twenty-seven pistols, and there are more than ten other guns, with a little more ammunition, but they can only spread to five or six magazines per gun. However, pistol ammunition is easier to buy, and there is not much limit. Many of them have been distributed to the Omo Self-Defense Force."

Andris handed over a piece of galvanized water pipe of the size of a can, and used a cutting machine to cut a lot of holes: "That batch of explosives is very abundant, and it can make thousands of grenades. What do you think? Use the explosion team or the pistol team?"

Buck smiled, as if more than a hundred years ago, when the Chinese Revolution began, the pistol teams and grenades were quite popular. Some riots and most people even carried more than ten grenades. Because compared with ammunition and guns, these two are the best homemade ones. They have done a lot of such things in Eastern Europe. They want to overturn the control of a small area, which is to issue grenades and pistols to civilians without combat experience.

But in fact, these two things are both frightening and scaring the police without combat effectiveness can still win, but facing the riflemen and regular troops who carry live ammunition, many people will die.

Andris, who was very careful, was obviously exploring a bottom line. Whether he should regard the Self-Defense Force on Busanga Island as cannon fodder, completely destroy the lives of these people, and make his own people lose control, or should he really train the other party into a combat-capable team.

Buck spread his hands: "This is not in Eastern Europe. Without them, we are not qualified to gain a foothold on this island. Only by helping them survive can we rely on it. This is an island, not a mainland, and some thinking patterns need to change. We cannot occupy the island as king. Are they pirates? The international community must be punished."

Balayev, who had been silent, said a message: "When the freighter transported supplies from Phuket, passed through a very narrow strait, he met pirates and robbed another Korean freighter."

Buck was surprised: "There are really pirates?"

Several Ukrainian men shrugged, and the hyena smiled slightly: "The world is so big. If you hadn't found such a way to survive, maybe we all thought it would be easier to be a pirate than to survive in our hometown?"

It seems that Ukrainians who stay on this paradise-like island cherish such opportunities even more.

Mou Chenfei couldn't understand Ukrainian language, but insisted on standing by and watching the firearms that he had never been exposed to before. Wu Mengxi didn't fight for the door, and looked at it easily on the beach chair under the eaves of the straw shed behind. It seemed that the back view had become much more stable when it came to his side.

Buck had a little outline in his mind, patting the hyena on the shoulder: "Take those automatic rifles back and wait for my wife's family to leave the Philippines, I have an idea."

These old guys knew what he meant and nodded happily.

Just when he was talking about changing clothes, Mou Chenfei wore a Parisian handmade ink-dyeed silver flower dress, simple and elegantly loose. He grabbed Buck's hand and walked carefully on the beach without feet. Wu Mengxi held Buck's hand on the other side. The three of them walked along the beach. A quaint wooden trestle also changed into beach pants. The Mou family and his wife in loose skirts were waiting in the grass pavilion, and the local waiter was preparing iced drinks for them.

I didn't stay here for too long. It was the hottest time after three o'clock in the afternoon. Wu Mengxi pointed to a row of black sleek fishing boats beside the pier and supported each other on the boat. Three ladies were in the middle, Mou Tianbo was in the front, and Buck was driving the boat at the end, but it was nothing more than a long engine pole. It was not difficult. Ah Nu helped push the boat out and stood on the pier with two dogs. He watched the 10-meter-long boat rush out of the mooring area beside the pier, and then rowed out white waves and water froth and galloped away.

Mou Chenfei wore a big round-edged sun hat and screamed in surprise. It was not Wu Mengxi who helped her tie her straps around her neck, so she almost blew away!

Mou Tianbo was imposing. He used to be combed into a big back and found that he didn't need to do it, so he blew it all upright. The sunglasses on his face seemed to be buckled on his face. The slightly loose skin on his face was blown by the strong wind. After all, he was already sixty years old. Perhaps it was this feeling of unforgiving that made him eager to find a successor, at least he could take good care of his daughter's successor.

Zhou Linfei, who was squatting behind her husband, didn't care much about the surrounding scenery, and just looked back at her daughter. She felt scary when she got on the boat, so she turned her back and leaned against Mou Tianbo, grabbed the sides of the sides with both hands. Seeing Wu Mengxi behind her, she was still smiling and adding some sunscreen to her daughter's neck, Mou Chenfei happily accepted it and spread her arms to ask for more.

Wu Mengxi casually directed the direction of Buck behind her, and she was more familiar with this area.

The small boat is like an arrow that runs through the depths of the ocean.
Chapter completed!