For the Pannu Islands, which is close to the equator, there is no obvious difference between winter and summer. /huotxt/
The sea breeze blowing from the South Pacific carries the unique saltiness of the sea, swaying the green palm leaves and the lonely smoke...
war.
No one had ever thought that this small and independent country would be cast in the shadow of war.
No one remembers which side fired the first shot.
Relying on funds aided by "unknown forces" and conventional weapons purchased from U.S. arms dealers, the Civil Liberties Party quickly armed a five-hundred-strong army.
The original plan was to launch an uprising at the end of March. The troops were divided into two groups, one to attack Johnny's villa, and the other to capture the presidential palace, in order to end President Edward's political rule and support the new regime in coming to power.
However, it turns out that they were still too naive.
The uprising was not smooth from the beginning. Although the Civil Liberties Party relied on generous aid funds and the people's extreme disappointment with the Pannu administration, it was able to gather a like-minded team in a short period of time. However, due to various reasons such as the large number of people and the chaotic management within the organization, the Pannu authorities seemed to have received the news in advance. Almost as soon as the uprising broke out, the military camp responded quickly.
The riot first took place in Koro City, the capital of the Pannu Islands. Wearing masks with new state-owned enterprises on their faces, and wearing urban camouflage carrying M4A1, Japanese army soldiers started a fierce battle with government troops in uniforms in the suburbs.
Then they were defeated by government troops.
This result completely exceeded the expectations of the top leaders of the Civil Liberties Party.
They originally thought that when the gunfire rang out, those government troops would switch sides and join their camp, defecting to the banner of justice.
However, they clearly miscalculated.
Government troops fired a hail of bullets, and the chess players carrying the new national flag splattered with blood on the streets. Then the armored vehicles rushed onto the streets, firing .50-caliber heavy machine guns at the insurrectionists. Cement blocks and severed limbs were flying everywhere.
Although there are only 100 government troops, they are all professional soldiers, even if they use American equipment. The combat qualities of the two sides are not at the same level at all. What's more, in addition to light weapons, government troops also have armored vehicles. And tanks!
It was a massacre.
Instead of bringing courage to the rebels, the symbol of the new national flag became a symbol for the government troops to distinguish between ourselves and the enemy. The strategy of frontal attack was wrong from the beginning. Although the ideas of the Civil Liberties Party have penetrated into the hearts of every Pannu people, they still overestimated their influence and combat effectiveness. In modern warfare, numbers are not the decisive factor in victory.
Blood flowed from the entrance of the Presidential Palace to the north shore of Koro Island. The insurgents who attacked the Presidential Palace were beaten back steadily. The smart people took off their masks with the new national flag printed on their faces and fled pretending to be civilians. However, those who reacted slowly were directly driven out of the suburbs by fire and forced to jump from the cliff at the northern end of Koro Island.
The scarlet blood more or less calmed down those impassioned young people. Although ideals are important, life is equally valuable. Facing an invincible opponent, they really cannot afford to resist with their lives.
As for the battlefield on the other side, the group that attacked Johnny's villa also suffered a heavy setback...
Sparks flickered and metal cartridge casings peeled off.
A big white man wearing a body armor leaned against the wall, maintaining a professional squatting posture, holding a SCAR assault rifle in his hand and accurately clearing the mob across the street.
"Headshot, fifth one." He grinned while holding the cigarette butt in his mouth. Aubrey adjusted the muzzle of the gun and continued to pull the trigger, "This is the sixth one... You lose."
"*." The black guy leaning in front of another window cursed. Feeling sorry for the $200 he lost.
The combat effectiveness of those mobs carrying M-series rifles is not much different from that of monkeys holding fire sticks. Having never received military training, they could not even use the bunkers around them to cover crossfire.
"What's the situation outside?" Johnny walked behind the two of them and looked out the window cautiously.
He once thought he was very brave. Once, for half a pound of marijuana, he even took out his pistol and had a fight with another gang member on the streets of Los Angeles. However, this kind of bravery didn't seem to be of much use on the battlefield. Looking at the flying cement chips, it was the first time that he felt such fear.
Aubrey blew out the cigarette butt hanging from the corner of her mouth and grinned. "Don't worry, boss. Even if they come a hundred more, they will only serve as targets."
Just as he was talking, the heavy machine gun on the roof sprayed out flaming snakes. He nailed to the ground a dozen insurgents who tried to climb into the villa from the side.
"Just like this." Aubrey raised her thumb, pointed to another window beside her, and said to Johnny in a relaxed tone.
They are mercenaries from Australia. They served in the Australian special forces before retiring. Now they receive a high salary of US$5,000 a month to protect the safety of this American tycoon.
Heaving a sigh of relief, Johnny continued to sit back on the sofa, but soon stood up again.
There was a bottle of yellow kangaroo wine produced in Australia on the table. Although he had opened the cap, he was restless and had not drank a drop of wine.
"Boss, maybe you need to relax." The black guy holding the rifle comforted with a smile, showing his white teeth.
It was too easy for them to deal with this mob.
"*, of course I know." Sitting back on the sofa, Johnny grabbed the glass, reached for the bottle and poured himself a glass.
However, because of the trembling of his arm, the scarlet liquid was poured onto his hand.
"What a waste." The black guy reluctantly looked away from the bottle and returned his attention to the scope of the assault rifle.
"Don't interrupt, keep an eye on your position."
"Okay, boss."
These mercenaries did not understand why the boss was so frightened. These mobs had no deterrent effect at all. Although they launched a vigorous charge towards the villa at first, they were quickly silenced by heavy machine guns on the roof.
After a while, I'm afraid the support from the government troops will arrive. After all, Johnny is also a star entrepreneur in the Pannu Islands, and the money Edward took from him is more than ten million US dollars at least.
But only Johnny knew. None of the money was his own, but was given by a man named Roberts.
At first, he didn't feel uncomfortable at all and took the bundles of U.S. dollars calmly. Doing business, paying bribes, and misbehaving under Roberts' direction. As Johnny International's business grew bigger and bigger, he almost monopolized the economy of the entire Pannu Islands.
At this point. Roberts' instructions were already somewhat audible to him, or so he thought. To be blunt, there is no loan relationship between them. Now Johnny International can run normally and smoothly even without Roberts' funding.
And when the development zone contracted by Linhua Group is completed, it can be expected that the tourism industry in Pannu Islands will surge exponentially, and his Johnny International will also make a lot of money.
However, it wasn't until a phone call two days ago that he woke up from his dream...
"In two days, the Civil Liberties Party will launch an uprising." Roberts told him on the phone that day.
"This is impossible, they are just a group of underground gangs with no money and no power." Johnny remembered that he retorted without hesitation.
"Really? I'm just reminding you, it's up to you whether you listen or not."
After saying this, Roberts hung up the phone.
Johnny didn't take it seriously at first, but later he felt a little uneasy, so he talked to Edward and said that he heard from an employee that the Civil Liberties Party was plotting an uprising...
Unexpectedly, the uprising actually happened!
The fighting power of these mobs was so weak that his bodyguards kept them at bay without any casualties. As for the bullet holes in the walls of the villa, they only cost a thousand dollars. That's all his loss...
But what frightens Johnny is not this, but that all of this is under the control of the man named Roberts.
How did he know there was going to be a riot? Isn't that guy in Los Angeles? Damn it.
Confusion and panic tangled in his mind. He ignored the bright red wine on his pants, held the cup and raised his head and took a sip.
The bloody wine slid down the corners of his mouth, along his neck, and over his collar.
"ha!"
With a violent wave of his hand, he threw the glass against the wall.
"*!*!*!" Roaring curses, Johnny stood up from the leather sofa, walked towards the stairs, and walked downstairs with his arms on his shoulders.
"Boss, what's wrong with him?" The black guy glanced at the stairs and cursed in a low voice.
"Battlefield anxiety? I remember that every recruit would have it for the first time on the battlefield." The bodyguard who had never said anything said in a low voice.
Aubrey said nothing. His sight was still locked 500 meters away, and the crosshair of the holographic sight was locked behind a mobster who was staggering away.
The man had dropped his weapon. But Aubrey had no intention of letting him go.
"Thirteenth." Aubrey said with a grin as he buckled the plate.
Went down the stairs. Johnny went straight to the basement of the villa.
There are four women who only wear movies. They have different skin colors and different identities. Three of them are locals, and one is a blond female reporter from New Zealand who has only been here a week.
They wore blindfold masks and were kept in cages. Hearing the sound of the door opening, the dying body struggled and twisted, accompanied by pleading whimpers and the "clatter" of the iron chain.
Panting, Johnny unbuckled his pants. At this moment, he just wanted to vent all his anxiety into his hormones.
"*, little cousins..."
The phone rang suddenly, startling the excited Johnny.
He took out his phone and was about to throw it against the wall when he saw the caller on the screen.
[Roberts]
His fingers began to tremble, and he instinctively wanted to hang up the phone.
But after struggling for a moment, he swallowed and slowly pressed the connect button.
"Hello?"
"You actually answered the phone? I thought you were going to hang up." Roberts teased.
"*, tell me what you damn thing you want to say." Johnny lost the slightest trace of his humiliation when he first came to the Pannu Islands, and scolded him back with a rude temper.
"Have you been drinking?"
"..."
"As expected of an Irishman who lives in a barrel." Roberts sneered, cleared his throat, and continued, "Seriously. If you want to survive, do what I say now. There are A small boat, get on it and it will take you to Western Australia, where you will live a rich and ordinary life."
For a while, there was no response from the other end of the phone.
Roberts was stunned, moved the phone away and took a look.
I don’t know when, but the phone was hung up.
"What a shame."
Smiling and shaking his head, Roberts ignored the guy and held the phone and called Jiang Chen. (.)