When Ghosn walked into the cockpit, his face turned very ugly. He just tried it, but he didn't expect it to be the worst result.

If Charles and others really just wanted to save themselves, they would definitely not monitor their actions. Now it seems that the French's purpose should be similar to that of the Japanese. Ghosn couldn't help but start thinking about his retreat. He didn't want to be imprisoned again.

At this time, Ghosn couldn't help but think of the text message that Li Zhen had read to himself before, and gritted his teeth and made a decision in his heart.

"Hello, Mr. Mahal!"

Ghosn pulled down the inner seat of the cockpit and looked at the pilot drinking coffee in the cabin.

"Hello, Mr. Ghosn, do you need help?"

"Yes, but I want to know what I need to pay!"

At this time, Mahal took out a note from his pocket and handed it over: "Remember to return it to me!"

Ghoen took the note and looked at it, and finally quietly lowered the note back: "I have no problem!"

"OK, then Mr. Ghosn, please come back. I think you'd better contact your friends in advance. Those people on the plane are not easy to deal with!"

"I know, thank you, but do you have a satellite phone?"

"Of course, in the box next door, there is a fee, and the fee will be calculated as the service fee!" After Mahal finished speaking, he stopped talking. Ghosn opened the box and took out his cell phone.

"By the way, Mr. Ghosn, where we are going, I need to communicate the route in advance!"

Ghoen thought for a while and then spoke slowly: "Leba!"

"No problem!"

Ma Guo small fishing village.

After Li Zhen finished breakfast, he rested early. When he opened his eyes, he found that Xiao Si was still sitting in front of the computer with his frown. After seeing Li Zhen get up, he immediately stood up: "Brother, the name you gave is too blurry. There are more than 30,000 people who meet the conditions, and some photos are even very unclear and cannot be distinguished at all!"

"Don't worry, I think new news will come soon!" Li Zhen found a seat casually and sat down. Ghosn must have known a lot of things, but Li Zhen could not force him too hard, otherwise he would be like a Japanese and would not get anything.

"Have the general's goods been shipped out?"

"It has been sent out, and the payment has been cleared. We have withdrawn 1.7 million US dollars from it. The seller has no problems and hopes to continue to cooperate with us. He has a group of second-hand angels in his hand to take action, and the number is huge, but the general is preparing to meet you soon!"

The general is the demon Julia wants, but the demon is just a general. In the underground world, everyone has several or dozens of different leads. For example, Li Zhen, the code name can be Feng Sanwu, or the storekeeper of the black shop. Is it a code name? When will I feel good? I will just take one? Among the people who have had a deal with Li Zhen, at least seven or eight are called Satan.

But the general is different. The demon is the name given to him by outsiders, and he has always called himself a general and has never changed.

Li Zhen thought for a while and some information about the general appeared in his mind. The character of the general is very dangerous. Li Zhen has always avoided direct contact with these dangerous people!

"Brother, this time the general said there was a big deal to come to you. If you don't come forward, the deal will be found by someone else!"

Hearing this sentence, Li Zhen frowned: "What a big deal?"

"This number!" After saying that, Xiao Si raised a few fingers.

"unit?"

"Dollar!"

“How many can we smoke?”

"have no idea!"

Just when Li Zhen was still struggling, the third brother pushed open the door: "Brother, someone is coming outside!"

One kilometer away from the small fishing village, three fully armed Asians were sitting in a three-liang jeep, holding a map in their hands and constantly comparing. After walking for a while, the vehicle stopped. One of them walked down from the car and carefully checked the traces on the ground.

"Kun Kihara, this road is right, the tire marks match, the target should go to the fishing village in front!"

"Let's go, inform your people, prepare for battle, remember to live!"

"Of course, there's a lot of money to live!"

Mita Kihara, a senior intelligence agent in Malaysians of Japan's THAI, received a message from THAII yesterday, asking him to secretly arrest one person in Malaysia, with only a few photos and a license plate number.

Unlike developed countries, Malaysia does not have many urban traffic probes. Fortunately, Kuala Lumpur is the capital of Malaysia, with a relatively complete road surveillance route. It found the last route for vehicles to leave the city. In the end, Mita Kihara found a group of underground mercenaries in the local area and tracked them all the way to the small fishing village.

The closer you get to the fishing village, the more obvious the traces are. Most of the people in Malaysia still rely on motorcycles to travel. There are not many cars left in remote areas. If you spend some inquiries on the road, you can lock in the direction and final position of Li Zhen’s vehicle.

There were ten underground mercenaries sitting on the tattered jeep in the back. They were thin, but everyone's eyes were very cold and they could not see any feelings. In Southeast Asia, underground mercenaries and killers were rampant. Most of these guys were trained to kill machines when they were young.

There is no too professional training, like a concentration camp, and after a certain age, they will be sent out to perform tasks. Those who survive will continue to perform tasks until they die. These underground mercenaries who don’t seem to be very old have many murders on their backs.

Southeast Asia is an orderly and chaotic place, with order like the capitals of Bangkok, Lion City, Kuala Lumpur and other countries in a well-ordered and prosperous manner. However, after these capitals, it is like entering another world, bloody, chaos, and a paradise for all kinds of criminals.

The three-liang jeep continued to move forward. After receiving the information from the car in front, the underground mercenaries began to check their equipment and ammunition. Some people took out their peace and blessings and began to pray.

In the village, Li Zhen looked at the camera's image and touched his finger with his hand: "It should be the tail that came out of the airport, the third old weapon library is there, ready to fight!"

"Here!"

The third brother kicked the door of the first floor warehouse and took the lead in walking in. The warehouse was very messy and casually throwing some garbage. The third brother fumbled through the pile of garbage, grabbed an iron ring, pulled it hard, and an entrance to the basement immediately appeared.

The third brother took the lead and jumped down, and then a light appeared in the dark basement, and Li Zhen jumped down immediately.

The basement is not large, it should be the place where the original owner of the house stores food. Now it has been simply decorated. A layer of moisture-proof cloth has been hung on the walls, with some weapons hanging on it.

"Brother, give it!"

The third brother threw a M4A1 carbine over. Li Zhen pulled the magazine off and carefully checked the chamber to confirm that there was no problem. Then he reloaded the magazine, turned on the safety, and loaded the bullet.

"Give me another Glock, three magazines, and two grenades!"

As soon as Li Zhen finished speaking, the third brother put a tactical backpack in front of Li Zhen: "Brother, your equipment!" After saying that, he hammered his chest hard: "I'm ready for you!"

"Wear your bulletproof vest and be safe!"

"Don't worry, brother!"

Xiao Si, who was as thin as a monkey, also took out a UMP.45 submachine gun, and was wearing a bulletproof vest and looked a little nervous.

"Xiao Si, stay here as much as possible and don't move around. Just leave the battle outside to us. By the way, is there any surveillance around?"

Li Zhen said while throwing a pair of invisible headsets over.

"Brother, there are, but there are not many!"

"OK, you are responsible for observing the battlefield situation here. Leave the rest to me, fat man, okay?"

"Brother, that's OK!"
Chapter completed!