The tycoon suddenly touched his nose and coughed twice, seeming to say to himself: "There is something strange. Before Christmas, India's largest arms dealer called me and asked me if I wanted to buy one.
Super weapons are used for self-defense. You know, I have never been interested in war or arms, so why did he come to my door out of nowhere?"
"Guess it's the 'King of Weapons'?" I couldn't help but feel frightened.
"Yes, it's him, a short-sighted hawker who only relies on war to make a fortune." The tycoon sneered relentlessly.
As far as I know, Chachai is not a hawker, but a super arms dealer that Americans love and hate. The title of "King of Weapons" on his head is owned by the United States, the European Union, African war maniacs, and the hegemons of the Arab world.
It was given to him jointly.
Because of his existence, the former Soviet Union's "Strange Duck" rockets, "Katyusha Type 9" light artillery, "Snake Kiss" sniper rifles and a generation of classic AK47 submachine guns can be continuously delivered to the hands of Afghans and Iraqis.
, used to counter the Americans’ joint anti-terrorism operations.
Similarly, he is also the largest direct buyer of American arms exports. He can clear hundreds of millions of dollars of weapons inventory for the US Munitions Department almost every month, and then sell them at a markup to all parts of the world, becoming the main force on various military battlefields.
tool.
Pentagon statistics show that Chachai has become the largest beneficiary of weapons reselling since World War II.
I'm afraid that the value and power of what Cha Guai calls a "super weapon" will be inestimable.
"After I politely declined, I suggested that he sell it to a few mutinous war maniacs on the east coast of Africa, but he actually laughed on the phone and claimed that 'no one can afford it except the tycoons.' I never mentioned this.
Keep it in mind until you receive the blackmail call, because the asking price for Chacai is exactly the same as the blackmailer's asking price, which is also 1.5 billion U.S. dollars, so I suspect there will be some strange connection between the two..."
I couldn't help but frown: "With all due respect, there are not many that can be called 'super weapons' internationally. If they are conventional weapons such as attack ships and armed helicopters, although their value is very high, there is no need to guess."
Sell it to you. This proves that what he wants to sell is not conventional weapons at all, otherwise those African war maniacs who want to sell iron and steel to gain profits will also flock to it."
"What do you mean?" The tycoon's eyes suddenly lit up.
I didn't answer immediately. I stretched out my arms and did several chest expansion exercises to speed up the blood circulation throughout my body to prevent the cold air from invading my body.
The tycoon calmly took out a square gold-plated cigarette case and took out a thick brown cigar in his hand. According to media reports, he is a person who loves wine, sex, wealth and gambling, especially when
"Sex" and "gambling" can almost be regarded as a role model for wealthy men around the world.
"Tsk-" He struck a match and lit the cigar.
"Would you like one, young man?" The cigarette box turned over gently in his hand, and the carefully carved English signature on the lid shone brightly.
I smiled politely and shook my head gently: "No, thank you."
He is also a charlatan, but he is a charlatan who has been pampered by the world of debauchery. His ability to judge and respond to dangerous events seems a little slow. It is conceivable that if a person believes that "money talks, you can travel all over the world"
, landed on a deserted island all of a sudden, what's the use of giving him a golden mountain?
At least, he was a little confused about Zha Guai's intentions.
In my mind, I have connected the "super weapon" on the phone of the Indian arms dealer with the "big killer" mentioned by the Qiaojin ninjas - looking at the world map, you can see that anyone who wants to take the "big killer" by sea
When the "killer weapon" is transported out of Iraq, it will definitely pass through Indian waters. As the "King of Weapons", it is impossible for Chachai to be indifferent to the situation in Iraq. Therefore, the movement route of the "big killer weapon" will also be under his close attention.
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Perhaps we can boldly imagine that the person who blackmailed the tycoon urgently needs a large sum of money to buy the goods in Chacai's hand. After all, only the tycoon can afford that thing. In other words, only the tycoon can get it in a hurry.
The amount is 1.5 billion.
If you think about it further, that thing will be a "private item" that can only be circulated in the underworld. At least it cannot be held in an open international bidding process like Cha Guai's previous business, and its true appearance can be made public.
As the "Pacific Police", Americans have been secretly monitoring the global underworld arms trading market, using the "hidden rules" of the U.S. military to guide and manage this huge "gold sales cave." Cha Guai is a smart man, absolutely
It is impossible to offend the American tiger's beard, so in the end it can be concluded that this super weapon must be hidden from the eyes and ears of the Americans.
Rigorous theoretical deductions and an extraordinary sixth sense helped me reach the above conclusion, but I didn't want to reveal it to the tycoon, lest it encourage his arrogance.
Unconsciously, Guan Baoling's paintings have not been uploaded for half an hour. The latest one is a close-up of the knife already in my hand.
The door opened, and Shao Hei's shadow projected out. He leaned weakly against the door frame and called out in a hoarse voice: "Feng...please come here, I have something to...say..." His face was already dark, and
He was standing in a backlit position, so the expression on his face was even more blurry.
I jumped over and felt something was not right. When I was encircling and suppressing the Qiaojin ninja who entered Xunfu Park, I could feel that his own internal strength was extremely deep, and he was following a mellow, accumulated, practical and gentle path, which was at least as good as
He could reach 80% of Zhang Baisen's internal strength, but now he didn't even have the strength to speak completely, and he was almost exhausted.
"My inner strength is about to be exhausted, but there are even weirder things down there. I don't want to give up, so I want you to help me... for a moment. Only you can..."
I nodded immediately: "Okay, just ask me whatever you want me to do."
With the shrine and the Yagami-ryu's strange sword as a foreshadowing, I became very interested in this mysterious underwater world.
"Please come in... come in..." He took a step back, but the tycoon had already rushed over, getting ahead of me and trying to squeeze through the door.
Shao Hei raised his hand to block the attack and placed it across the tycoon's chest.
The tycoon growled anxiously: "Get out of the way, she is mine -"
Shao Hei smiled bitterly: "It's useless for you to come in, it will only do bad things...go away, go away quickly..."
From the side of Shao Hei's body, I saw Guan Baoling sitting in front of the table, still maintaining the posture of leaning over and writing, but the movement was very slow, like a slow motion that had been delayed sixteen times. Her long hair was hanging down.
Coming down, the tips of his hair fell on the white paper in front of him. More than half of the original stack of more than a hundred pieces of paper had been used. If Shao Hei could make more discoveries next, there would definitely not be enough paper.
"Bao Ling, Bao Ling, Bao Ling -" the tycoon shouted, slanting his shoulder and trying to rush in.
He was very worried about Guan Baoling, and this genuine anxiety was revealed in an instant, which moved me a little. No matter who she will eventually belong to, there is no doubt that I or the tycoon will love her wholeheartedly.
Zhang Baisen, Shao Bai, and Xiao Keleng rushed out in response, everyone shouting: "Don't mess around, Mr. Ye!"
Shao Hei, whose internal energy was severely consumed, no longer had the energy to fight with anyone, especially the tycoon who was famous in the Hong Kong underworld in his youth as "Thirteen Taibao, Iron Bones and Golden Bell".
I quickly stretched out my hand and clasped it on the tycoon's left shoulder. I exerted some force with my five fingers to relieve him of his violent collision. At the same time, I whispered in his ear: "Mr. Ye, don't be too impulsive. Miss Guan is in a moderate state."
Blindly disturbing her under hypnosis will only do bad things." In front of everyone, I will save him enough face, otherwise, in this emergency situation, I would not bother to explain to him, I would have waved him three times.
More than ten feet away.
In the face of crisis, I always adhere to the ancient Chinese saying that "harmony is most important" and refuse to harm anyone's face.
The tycoon turned to glare at me angrily, and I stopped my hand in time, walked around him, and crossed the threshold.
When the door closed again, my nose first smelled a strong scent of sandalwood.
"The wind... transfers your inner power... into my body. I want to see clearly what is under the water..." Shao Hei stretched out his hand tremblingly and pressed it on Guan Baoling's back.
The painting on the table was already halfway completed. My eyes were suddenly attracted to the painting - "This is a submarine, absolutely yes, a submarine in a stationary state!"
Guan Baoling's pen stopped at the middle part of the submarine. According to the ship management regulations of various countries, that position should have a nameplate with nationality, level, and number embedded there. Further down, it will be the power compartment part of the submarine. Depending on the propellant fuel, the submarine
The bodies are also different.
I took a breath and suddenly became suspicious of Shao Hei's remote sensing results. Because the Pacific Ocean, as the main battlefield of global maritime wars, is definitely the focus of the countries on both sides of the East and West, so communication satellite monitoring in outer space points to this area.
The density of this area is very high, and it is impossible for a submarine to be hidden deep under Fengkuriji Temple without being noticed.
Guan Baoling is sitting upright like a puppet, with slow breathing and half-draped eyelashes. The level of hypnosis is probably at an upper-medium level. If Shao Hei's "telepathy" is suddenly interrupted due to internal failure, it is likely to damage her brain nerves and cause serious consequences.
as a result of.
I let out a long sigh, put my palms against Shao Hei's back, and poured my inner strength into him.
Shao Hei whispered: "Many...thank you..." Guan Baoling's pen immediately started flying again, briskly sketching the entire picture of the submarine, and also completely describing a platform where it docked with obvious man-made traces.
The strange thing is that there is no nameplate on the submarine at all, and its appearance is very similar to the "Nightstalker" nuclear-powered submarine currently in service in the U.S. Navy.
I guess it is something produced in the United States, but it was secretly hidden here by someone.
"I saw a huge building below, but I couldn't see its full picture. My mind was attracted by the two doors. You see..."
Shao Hei pointed to the table. Guan Baoling had mechanically changed another piece of paper and began to draw the outer frames of the two doors. Her right hand had been holding the pencil tightly for a long time and exerted too much force, and the veins on the back of her hand had jumped randomly. So far.
So far, she has drawn more than 70 paintings, which consumes a lot of physical and mental energy.
The door is very wide and embedded in the middle of the dark rocks. Of course, there are dense wavy lines around it that represent the deep water area.
"What is the approximate depth of the door?" I am concerned about this question. In the latest pictures, there is no detailed depth mark.
"I don't know. It should be very, very deep. It's hard to imagine." Shao Hei answered the question.