Until Gu Weisu confirmed safety came from the headphones, Tang Guoming pulled off the camouflage hood that he wore on his head and sighed in a long tone: "It seems that Potova is very happy?"

He also pulled off the camouflage hood worn on his head, and Harbala rubbed his cheek hard: "He will be unhappy later. There is a transparent hose in the chip that is only a little thicker than the hair. As long as he conducts further detailed testing, the hose will be burned by the highly corrosive liquid filled inside. When he sees smoke starting to spread from the entire chip..."

Obviously proud of his magical craftsmanship, Halbala made a rare face and couldn't help but whistle.

Listening to the long tune of Inner Mongolia grasslands that Harbala whistled out, Tang Guoming nodded slightly while responding to the tune and beating, but he reached out to take out a military-grade portable computer from the storage box in the car and nodded to Sun Zhao on the computer screen: "Everything goes well!"

Still looking like he was not awake, Sun Zhao's eyes were obviously not focused on the camera connected to Tang Guoming: "I have sent ninety-five emails, plus the video and audio materials you just sent back through the mini camera in the car. In an hour, the entire Tavi Peninsula will know that Potova has a gadget worth at least four million euros in his hand!"

Nodding slightly, Tang Guoming responded and said, "What about our goals?"

As he quickly typing on the keyboard, Sun Zhao responded lazily: "After the information spreads, if Franklin Benson is not so stupid, then he should immediately ask someone to look for Potova. My estimated time is... ninety minutes later."

Haha laughed, Harbala shouted: "When Potova finds that the things in his hand are fake, and countless people on the Tavi Peninsula are staring at the useless ribs in his hand, they naturally need a takeover man who takes the blame for him - boss, how much do you think Franklin Benson will pay to buy the scrap in Potova?"

Almost in unison, Tang Guoming and Sun Zhao responded together: "He won't pay a penny!"

He nodded with each other very much, and Sun Zhao stretched hard: "It's your turn to fire Potovaga for the next thing! I'll take a few hours of rest - the medicine Fu Xiaofei gave me was too powerful, and I'm still drowsy..."

Murging himself, Sun Zhao cut off the communication without hesitation. But after a moment, he connected the communication with Tang Guoming again and shouted in a slight annoyance: "The medicine is so big, I forgot... I checked it. Franklin Benson should have a huge funding gap, so he was making money everywhere to fill the loophole like crazy. Based on the existing information, the probability of him appearing here within two days is more than 90%!"

Naturally, without asking how Sun Zhao got the judgment, Tang Guoming looked at the location marked on the map sent by Sun Zhao and frowned: "It seems that Franklin Benson met a big creditor who he can't afford to offend? Otherwise, according to his personality and background, he doesn't seem to be the kind of person who focuses on business reputation and personal reputation? Isn't it better to use real money to gain this reputation?"

After stretching again, Sun Zhao murmured and replied: "The left and right are just to tear down the east wall and repair the west wall... The financial owner behind him may not be able to become a creditor... I got a phone number and could directly contact Franklin Benson. If you are not busy, you can call now..."

Almost while Tang Guoming and Sun Zhao were in contact, Franklin Benson was also facing a military-grade portable computer in a basement in Tavi city. The fierce look on his face like a sign in the past has long disappeared.

Staring coldly at Franklin. Benson deliberately controlled the respectful look that made people look extremely awkward. A middle-aged white man who looked obviously fat and snorted arrogantly and said: "Do you want to tell me that the funds specifically used for the construction of the permanent base of the Tavi Peninsula that you are responsible for whitewashing are not under your control now?"

Although I really wanted to hide it, Franklin Benson could only nod his head stiffly when he looked at the cold face of the middle-aged white man who had gained weight: "There is a little technical mistake, but I have already..."

A finger suddenly stood up, and the arrogance and coldness on the middle-aged white man's face had not changed at all, but the threatening meaning in his voice was obvious: "I don't need any explanation! Within a week, I will see the numbers that should appear on the books, and I have to ensure that the numbers come from without any flaws!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the fat middle-aged white man had cut off the communication on his own.

Slowly closing the laptop computer, Franklin Benson sat for a few seconds, suddenly stood up and pulled out a large-caliber pistol behind his waist, and pulled the trigger towards a pile of wooden boxes in the corner of the wall!

Amid the deafening gunfire, the empty wooden boxes piled together were punched with huge holes by the powerful pistol bullets. The wooden pieces that splashed in all directions even splashed onto several armed personnel standing in another corner of the basement.

Breathing in the air with a strong smell of gunpowder, Franklin Benson stared at the sailors tied to another corner of the basement, all dressed in white: "It seems that your shipping company doesn't care so much about your lives?"

Looking at Franklin Benson with a ferocious look on his face in panic, several white men dressed in sailors were involuntarily shrank and squeezed into a group, scrambling toward Franklin Benson shouting: "The company will pay the ransom, it will!"

"We purchased insurance for marine shipping practitioners, and even the money paid by the insurance company is enough to pay our ransom! But we need a little more time..."

"Please, I have a wife and two children, and they all rely on me to support me..."

After grabbing a DV, Franklin Benson grabbed the DV with one hand and pointed the camera at several white seamen who were huddled together, and grabbed another large-caliber self-defense pistol on the table in front of him with the other: "Okay... Give you a chance to let your funder know the environment you are in now, and then pay quickly!"

Nodding his head in a hurry, a white seaman who looked like a small leader suddenly stepped forward and shouted anxiously at the DV camera: "I'm Meles, I'm now..."

Before he finished speaking, Franklin Benson raised his hand and pointed the muzzle at Meles kneeling in front of the DV, and pulled the trigger hard. Amid the sound of gunfire, the powerful pistol bullet easily formed a vague mass of flesh and blood on Meles' knees. The scattered blood and broken bones quickly made the entire basement smell of blood!

Unceremoniously, he approached the DV camera toward Meiers who had fainted from pain. Franklin Benson shouted: "Two hours! Every two hours, there will be a hole in the hostage's body! Whether you pay or let the whole world see your attitude towards your subordinates depends on you!"

After closing the DV, Franklin Benson raised his hand and threw the DV to the armed personnel standing beside him: "Send this video to the shipping company belonging to these guys! Keep a close eye on the ransom account, and once the money is received, I will notify me immediately! What about those Chinese? Have they started to cooperate?"

He shook his head guiltily, and the armed personnel who took the DV whispered: "They still refuse to cooperate. I don't think they are even afraid of death, but they care more about their money?"

With a grin, he grabbed the large-caliber self-defense pistol in his hand, and Franklin Benson strode towards the basement exit: "Then prepare another DV for me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the cell phone carried by an armed person standing by the basement door suddenly rang. The moment after answering the call, the armed person standing by the door looked at Franklin with a strange expression. Benson: "Are you looking for Mr. Benson?"
Chapter completed!