Under the escort of the warship, the Black Fish quickly returned to the port. Here, several ambulances had been waiting for a long time. They picked up the wounded as soon as the warship docked. Shepard originally wanted to go to the hospital with her.
, but as soon as he got off the boat, a black old Ford parked next to him.
"boarding!"
"Uncle Smith?"
Seeing the gray-haired old man sitting in the back seat, Shepard was also happy and immediately opened the car door and got in.
"It's been a hard day's work, you'll be fine!"
The old man looked at Shepard carefully, and after confirming that there was no external injury, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"If that guy knew you were injured, he would never let me go!"
"Don't mention him, uncle!"
Shepard rolled his eyes. That's not what the old guy said when he was kicked out.
"You, what kind of hatred can you have against your family? Besides, regardless of the facts, you yourself are not wrong?"
The old man sitting next to Shepard also rolled his eyes, and then exposed the shortcomings mercilessly.
"You yourself are doing well in college, but you insist on selling cigarettes, burning leaves in public, holding bank parties for free, and even plan to recruit your principal to join the gang. How can an eighteen-year-old do these things? Let alone
Talk about the things that happened when you were a child, fights and pranks, nothing less..."
Shepard immediately interrupted the other party.
"Well, a hard-core ruthless person must have an equally hard-core childhood..."
"Then it's not like he took care of all these things!"
"But pull it down. It was all arranged by the old man in the family. Count on him. That guy will only say that honor is above all else! He wants to kill me directly with the 406 artillery!"
"You!"
The old man finally gave up preaching. As an elder who had watched Shepard grow up, he knew that this guy had shown a way of being incompatible with everyone since he was a child. His unique attitude certainly allowed him to impress others.
A deeper impression, but also easier to take a beating.
"By the way, where are we going?"
Watching the cars passing through the bustling streets of the city, Shepard couldn't help but become curious. The business of Pegasus Security Company, founded by Smith in 2001, covers North America and Southeast Asia, but Shepard did not remember that it also had an office in the enthusiastic Miami.
"You'll know when you get there!"
Smith took out a cigar and was about to light it when Shepard took it away.
"Second-hand smoke can cause cancer, Uncle Smith, you have lived enough, and I haven't!"
"You stinky boy, stop talking about your father, I want to hang you on a cannon and whip you now!"
The old man stuffed the lighter back into his pocket angrily.
Shepard happily put the cigar back into his pocket. He didn't smoke, but he could keep this cigarette and give it out to others. The old guy's cigars were all good stuff!
After the car passed through the city, it turned onto the seaside road. Under the cloudless blue sky, the golden sandy beach and the blue sea water were connected together, so that Shepard's anger at being forced to get involved in the war was swept away.
Finally, the car drove into a row of paths surrounded by tall coconut trees. At the end of the path was a rather luxurious manor.
"It's not like you can afford this!"
Shepard took a look at the three-story main building. Exquisite reliefs were dotted on the outer walls. Through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, one could even see the luxurious interior decorations. Although the outside of the manor could not be said to be well-defended, it could still be called one.
There is no water leakage, there are security patrols with German shepherds outside the building, there are armed guards on the walls of the manor, and even entering is subject to strict inspection, and those who don't know it may think it is a drug lord's headquarters!
"Isn't this place really a drug lord's headquarters?"
"No, it's Mr. Morgan's place!"
Smith shook his head. This property was also a big goal for him. To be able to build such a large house on the golden coastline where every inch of land is precious is not something that can be achieved just by having money!
"Then I go to see him like this? Isn't it a bit shabby?"
Shepard pointed to the jacket on his body. He hadn't even taken a shower on the ship. Not only were his clothes smelly and wrinkled, but his hair was also, and the mohawk he used to take care of was all collapsed!
"Don't worry about that, there are more important things!"
Smith patted Shepard on the shoulder, and then led him towards the main building of the manor.
In a reception room on the top floor of the main building, Shepard met the mysterious Mr. Morgan for the third time. He did not look like the potbellied political broker he had imagined. He was tall, but quite a bit... Thin and a pair of black-rimmed glasses, he looks more like a scholar.
"Ah, Smith, old man, you are doing well lately!"
When the two came in, a gentle smile appeared on Morgan's face. He immediately stood up and poured a glass of gin for Smith. When he was about to pour a glass for Shepard, he suddenly clapped his hands as if he suddenly realized something.
"I forgot, our young man never drinks!"
Then he pressed the call button on the table, and a tall bodyguard walked in.
"Seymour, give our young man a glass of lemonade!"
How should I put it, no matter what the reason was for the other party to be so friendly, this move moved Shepard and made him interested in this mysterious person who had connections with the White House and many consortiums. I feel more favorable towards Mr. Morgan who has connections.
"John, I'll call you this!"
After sitting down, Morgan also moved from the office chair to the sofa nearby.
"Mr. Morgan, if you have something to say, just say it!"
As soon as Shepard heard that the other party was getting close, the good impression he had just now disappeared. Is this old guy trying to blame me?
"That's right, regarding Yala, you also know that there has been some friction there that no one wants to see!"
A little friction where the head of the state was taken off, right?
Shepard nodded, indicating that you should continue.
"Such friction is very bad for the country, and we are not happy to see this situation continue to happen. Therefore, for the sake of those civilians who are struggling to live a comfortable life, it is very necessary for us to provide them with humanitarian assistance. , including food and medicine, but after that, our humanitarian assistance was hindered by the other party. They even dispatched gunboats to actively attack our humanitarian rescue ships. As a last resort, we asked for the assistance of warships. This is the matter. What happened, are you right?"
Shepard nodded, it was just the bad guys who complained first, he was so familiar with this!
"Yes, that's it, so can we persuade the president to send airborne troops to hit those mobs hard?"