The night is getting dark.
Despite the dramatic changes during the day, by this point, most Panu people had fallen asleep.
Johnny was still staying in his villa, curled up in his basement, leaning on a cold wooden chair, drinking his treasures one cup after another.
There was Lafite in 1982, and Margaux in 1986... Six months ago, these things were unthinkable to him. Marijuana in Los Angeles is very expensive, but compared with these "bloods of upper class society", it is still more than a little bit behind.
The basement was hot and stuffy, but he was shivering.
Not because of the cold, but because of the chill rising from the bottom of my heart.
He asked the mercenaries to guard the villa and not let go of even a fly.
He could read those looks, and he knew the guys being paid to do things thought he was crazy. But he doesn't care, he has plenty of money, he just wants to survive...
To be honest, even he himself didn't know why he was so afraid of the guy in Los Angeles, or the guy behind Roberts. Although the villa and the deposits in the bank card were indeed in his hands, he did not feel safe at the moment.
If he wanted to ask why, he always felt like there was a hand controlling everything.
Including himself, a rich man who behaves recklessly, including the increasingly dictatorial president, and those officials who have been corrupted by US dollars...
Including the more than one hundred corpses that died outside the villa.
He drank red wine like crazy.
The sweet and sour taste in the throat is like the mimeograph of banknotes, and the color is like virgin blood...
Lying next to him were four white bodies, but he didn't have much energy to play with them now. Even the fingers sometimes become sore and tender.
"**!" He cursed harshly and threw away the wine glass in his hand.
Bang -
The glass shattered.
He stared at the pool of bright red and belched wine decadently.
"Damn it."
He said this sentence in Chinese. It's a bit lame, it's the Chinese he learned from Wang Tianfeng not long ago.
Wang Tianfeng came to see him just now, and the bodyguard told him.
Lin Hua Group was introduced by Roberts, and Wang Tianfeng was the representative of Lin Hua Group, so he couldn't trust it.
He was shaking. His instinct told him that someone wanted to kill him, someone wanted him dead!
He doesn't want to die, he still wants to continue playing the role of this rich man. He can lord it over anyone without any scruples. Whether it's a neighbor's wife or daughter, as long as it's something he likes, for the sake of dollars, Edward will settle it for him.
However, Roberts' last phone call completely woke him up.
Yes. He is just a gangster who hangs out in the slums, a good-for-nothing Irish guy. The reason why he has all this is just because someone needs him to disturb this stagnant water.
leave? Retirement in Western Australia? Go to hell, how could you possibly agree!
He hung up on Roberts and broke the phone card.
A flash of ferocity flashed in his eyes, and he stared at the basement door.
"Come on, let me see what fucking way you can do to take my life!"
... ...
The next evening, the southern tip of Koro Island.
An old cargo ship quietly sailed into the deserted harbor.
The port is deserted. No one could be seen. After all, what happened yesterday, most residents on Coro Island were immersed in panic and sadness, and most people chose to take leave the next day to reduce travel.
The ship was steady on the shore.
About fifty strong figures stepped off the ship in an orderly manner.
The ship came from West Africa and traveled halfway around the world.
Standing side by side with Ivan on the high ground next to the port, Jiang Chen squinted his eyes and looked down at the landing of the soldiers loyal to him.
"These fifty people are all the most capable young men. They fought against the guerrillas of the Tuareg tribe during training in Niger. But seriously, do you really don't need to bring the equipment with you?" Ivan asked Jiang Chen asked.
"No need, 'our arms' have been transported to the warehouse by me." Jiang Chen replied succinctly.
Ivan glanced at Jiang Chen in surprise.
The arms had been transported into the warehouse, but he didn't even notice it. The boss has great powers. It refreshed his knowledge once again.
"When will we start taking action?" Ivan asked briefly.
"You can start when you're ready."
Hearing this, Ivan's mouth raised a slightly cruel smile.
"That's fine now."
Jiang Chen smiled and threw the key to warehouse No. 3 into Ivan's hand.
"Well, I leave it to you."
Say it. Jiang Chen turned and left.
Watching Jiang Chen's back, Ivan stood at attention and silently performed a military salute.
... ...
Counting the fifteen people who arrived earlier, the number of mercenaries from the Future Security Company currently landing on the Pannu Islands has reached sixty-five, which is almost equivalent to half of the combat strength of the Future Security Company.
There were no armored vehicles and no tanks.
But Jiang Chen prepared a higher-end gadget for them - a mechanical exoskeleton. And drones.
Before returning to the human world, Jiang Chen almost moved all the mechanical exoskeletons stored in the Fish Bone Base, and even the ones that had just stepped off the production line were moved to this side of the human world. Wang Qing was still surprised by this. She didn't know what Jiang Chen wanted to do by transporting all these things to the villa.
But Jiang Chen naturally wouldn't explain it to her.
After opening the container in Warehouse No. 3, Ivan greeted the captain of each team and distributed each mechanical exoskeleton to the soldiers of their respective teams. At the training base in Niger, Jiang Chen left behind two sets of mechanical exoskeletons. Everyone present had practiced using these devices, so there were no problems when wearing them.
Wearing mechanical exoskeletons inlaid with polyethylene bulletproof plates and holding streamlined Ripper rifles, groups of soldiers with a sci-fi feel walked out of the warehouse.
Sixty-four people will be divided into eight squads to perform combat missions under the command of Ivan. All combat instructions will be deployed through the tablet terminal in Ivan's hand, and will be immediately fed back to the tactical helmet of each captain.
Eight modified vans are the only vehicles used to store ammunition and drone control terminals.
In addition to these eight infantry squads, there were also fifty Hummingbird drones participating in the battle. In a world where small-scale EM weapons do not exist, this palm-sized attack drone has absolutely no natural enemies.
This is destined to be an asymmetric war, just like the government army crushed the Japanese army yesterday.
From arming to lining up to setting off, it only took ten minutes in total.
Standing at the door of the warehouse, Zhang Yaping calmly looked at the dust raised by the eight bread trucks and remained silent for a long time.
When he saw Ivan, who was Jiang Chen's "bodyguard", beginning to command these mercenaries, he had roughly guessed the identities of these mercenaries.
Walking to Zhang Yaping's side, Jiang Chen smiled and said, "I'm glad you made the right choice."
"Really? Maybe it's the worst choice." Zhang Yaping said in a soliloquy voice.
"It depends on the angle you look at the problem." Jiang Chen said softly.
"oh?"
"Imagine it. Until today, you are still a group of underground party members who are struggling to survive under the arrests of government troops. But after today, I will put you on the throne." Jiang Chen opened his arms exaggeratedly and said with a smile. .
"However, this so-called 'throne' is just your puppet, am I right?" Zhang Yaping smiled bitterly.
Seeing how understanding he was, Jiang Chen smiled happily.
Staring playfully into the eyes of the future president, he spoke.
"That's right. But if it weren't for me, you wouldn't even be puppets." (.)