In the largest rubber plantation in South America, Woods with a dark face is training a fat man: "Rogerson, I see that you have all the feces in your head, and you dare to issue mercenary missions to go to the capital of China to perform." Woods said as he jumped: "There are really novices who dare to take this task. Do you know what you are doing? You are seeking death."

The short and fat Rogerson shook his head helplessly: "I've drunk too much, and I told the butler casually, who knew he had really issued such a task." Rogerson is the largest rubber plantation owner in the north and south, and a well-known rubber tycoon. Naturally, he is not a character who can be kneaded. He looked at Woods and said, "It's because you didn't greet your own people well, so the ghost hand ran away. He is the director of Chinese cultural relics fraud."

"Can I blame me?" When talking about ghost hand, Woods immediately jumped up and pointed at Rogerson and said, "If you, a trash woman who had sex with ghost hand, would he run away?"

There must be something hateful about a poor person. The ghost hand dyed green on his head not only did not dare to take revenge, but instead he swallowed his anger and ran away. He returned to China and hid, until he was caught, he was discovered by lurking in China's inside line, and then told Rogerson.

Rogerson immediately lowered his head and said speechlessly: "That's not drinking too much..."

"Don't always use too much drink as an excuse when you're enough." Woods's face flashed with anger: "Do you know how much loss you have brought to the organization? A ghost hand creates a benefit of 60 billion yuan every year, and you..." As he said, he looked up and down at Rogerson: "It's just a fat waste."

Hearing Woods' scolding, Rogerson lowered his head and muttered in a low voice: "I won't fake cultural relics...

"Shut up" Woods's chest sank: "It's not because you are also a white man, but because the ghost hands are just yellow people. I've killed you long ago and threw them into the Pacific Ocean to feed sharks." Woods said, with a cold light flashing in his eyes: "Now you've been in such a big disaster, find a place to avoid the limelight."

"Where should I avoid the limelight?" Rogerson said disdainfully: "Can China's palm still stretch its hand here? I haven't done bad things in China, they are all done by the monkeys in Nanyue."

"You don't know what's wrong with this matter. You hired those monkeys in Nanyue." Woods's face was full of disgust: "Do you know how this country has identified this matter? Terrorism against humanity"

Woods gritted his teeth and said, "There have always been two classes in this world. The first class is the ruler class, and the second class is the ruled class. Even if it is in a state of hostility, it is still a class. Now you are openly provoking the ruling class, which is seeking death."

When Robinson heard this, he realized that even in a relatively open and fully lawful Western society, it was a big deal to define it as terrorism or terrorist organization. Not to mention that Robinson was just a bigger rubber businessman, even a mature politician, who would be arrested if he had such a thing, and would not even give him a chance to be tried and executed directly.

"What should I do? They won't arrest me, are they?" Robinson was really scared and looked at Woods and said, "Why don't I go to Mask Island to hide."

"There is no other way first." Woods frowned and waved his hand in pain. As the Mask Island family became more and more prosperous, from being like-minded friends to people from all over the world, they inevitably became uneven in quality. Such organizations seem huge, but in fact they are quietly transforming. As Mask Island becomes stronger and stronger, signs of terrorism appear little by little. They were able to abide by the laws of various countries, but now some have begun to despise the laws of various countries. They have become a little lost and there will be problems sooner or later.

Woods was worried that if the day of the year is not the end of the world, then I believe that everyone's end will come soon.

The closer we are to the end of the year, and the cold wind is filled with joy. The strong smell of the year trembles in the air, and everyone becomes happy and joyful.

However, the lights were brightly lit in the Baihuo Company. In the conference room, eight people gathered on a small round table. Xuan Qi circulated the documents and waited for everyone to read them. Xuan Qi knocked on the table: "I won't say much about the extra nonsense. The employer is very anxious and requires us to do this job properly before the first seventh, so we only have six days."

"Six days are enough." Beard reached out and rubbed his nose: "Now I will take people to the border, and I can wipe out the Giant Elephant Mercenary Group in up to three days."

Gangya also said: "Leave it to us. I didn't get the job done in Milan last time and I still want you to save it. Everyone feels frustrated. Let's go to this mission."

Xuan Qi looked at the beard with high fighting spirit and was about to nod and agree, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. On the beard and the other side, Xuan Qi actually saw the extremely strong dead aura. Not only did they not be able to complete the task, but they would die in desperation. This surprised Xuan Qi. Could it be that the monkeys in Nanyue are all strong like this?

Xuan Qi understood the strength of Beard and others. If he equips them with bullets, a platoon can definitely fight a brigade of the United States. Nowadays, such powerful mercenaries are filled with death energy. This is not right.

The old man whispered: "At that time, China was a place of inheritance, and the surrounding areas were wilderness. Then the earth entered the Dharma-Ending Age. Some monks found spiritual energy in the wilderness and left their Taoist traditions. Therefore, the countries around China should not be underestimated."

After seeing Xuan Qi's expression cautious, the old man continued, "I just made a divination, it seems that this action, you will meet the monks from Nanyue. The dead aura on their bodies is very likely to be related to the monks..."

After hearing this, Xuan Qi had already understood it. He picked up the combat plan and read it, and then modified the list of expeditions. The number of people increased from 12 to 36. Xuan Qi also joined the operation team, and all the weapons and equipment were rated at the top level. Since he wanted to fight, he would fight it well and beat him up.

When the report was handed over to Old Man Sheng, the radiant old Sheng knocked on the report, and his eyes were shining with a bright light and said, "This kid Xuan Qi is very angry this time."

Lao Bai also looked at the plan and said stunningly: "So many people, so many guns, planes and cannons, what does Xuan Qi want to do? Will he fight a local war?"

"Let him make trouble." Lao Sheng was confident in Xuan Qi at this moment, looking at Lao Bai and said, "This kid is reliable no matter what he does, and he will definitely not be out of order this time. Since he has asked for so many weapons and equipment, he must have made some plans."

"This is the reason." Lao Bai thought about Xuan Qi's work, but he didn't find it unreliable, so he pointed his head and said, "Then support him."

At around 4 a.m., a large transport plane was parked there, and men in training uniforms rode on the plane. After counting and confirming that the number of people was 361. The transport plane turned the engine, then accelerated to leave the runway and drove southwest.

Six days seem to be a lot, but in fact it is not much. It takes two days to delay on the road alone. Xuan Qi sat next to the plane, his eyes closed and his mind opened, and he always paid attention to the surrounding winds and movements.

After having the last time I took a plane, Xuan Qi turned into a frightened bird. As long as I found something wrong, Xuan Qi would escape immediately, so that he would not implicate others.

The military plane flew very fast, but it was not steadily. The comfort and comfort were not comparable to that of civil aviation, but fortunately the speed was fast enough. At noon, the military plane finally flew to the Nanjiang military airport near Nanyue. The bumps along the way did not exhaust these soldiers, but they all looked energetic.

The remaining roads were no longer available, and a row of military vehicles had already been parked in the airport. Three hundred and sixty-one men took ten military vehicles and continued to move towards the border between the two countries.

The driver was very talkative, but he felt that Xuan Qi was as murderous as he felt the body of murderous aura. He shut his mouth for a while and ran for more than six hours, from noon to the sun set. The originally rugged mountain road has become even more difficult to run.

Finally, two hours later, the truck stopped in front of a camp. This was the outpost of a certain border guard. The strong men had already waited here and walked a hundred miles southwest. It was the border between Nanyue and China. After walking a few steps, they could go abroad.

After receiving the order from Shangfeng, the Southern Xinjiang Military Region immediately organized personnel and equipment. Originally, he wanted to send some people to join the regiment to participate in the war, but was rejected by Shangfeng. They only asked them to provide equipment, but not personnel. And in a high-profile manner, these people were all reserves, but they were enough to complete the task. This seemed to be stuck in a hornet's nest, which made the garrison in the southern Xinjiang very dislike.

It is better to be in charge of county officials. On this acre of three-point land in southern Xinjiang, the current management here will be a bit arrogant. The captain of the special forces brigade brought his young men to transport this batch of equipment in person, and insisted on learning about the reserves coming to the capital.

The four transport helicopters transported enough weapons and equipment, and then these guys were like wolf cubs, staring at the highway with flickering eyes, waiting to pass by the reserve service from afar.

The wheels roared and the barracks were about to arrive. The veterans who had been bumping for a day all curled up in the carriage and raced against time to rest. As long as they got weapons and equipment, they had to leave the border. That would be a series of fierce battles. Only with enough energy can they deal with various emergencies.

They are all soldiers who have been tested by blood and fire. At this time, they know how to adjust. Even on the rugged mountain roads and in the bumpy and undulating cars, they can sleep well.
Chapter completed!