Dragging the desalination platform stolen from Star Circle Trading, the armed and modified ship slowly sailed to the port in the northwest corner of Madagascar.
At the end of the jungle and mountains lies a fortress that belies the poverty of Madagascar. Parked inside the tall concrete wall were dozens of Little Birds, Black Hawks, and even Apache helicopter gunships. In addition, the number of M1 and M2A3 infantry fighting vehicles parked in the garage even exceeds that of many US military bases overseas.
There is also the Patriot 3 missile launcher hidden by the cover, which further demonstrates the military and political influence of Arrow Company.
Such terrifying weapons can even easily subvert a small country. It is simply not like the combat power that ordinary private military contractors may have.
It is precisely because of its own strength that the US government is afraid of it. Even if the Freemasons have considerable influence in American politics, their military bases can only be built overseas, such as backward Africa or chaotic South America. Places like that.
The freighter entered the port, and the officer wearing a desert-colored military cap walked down the stairs and got off the freighter. At the edge of the port, a balding middle-aged man in a suit stretched out his hand from a distance and greeted him cheerfully.
"Hahaha, welcome, Colonel Ferronl."
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Evans." Ferrell took the extended hand and shook it solemnly.
Judging from the look on the colonel's face, he was very respectful to Mr. Evans.
This respect is not due to social status, but is bound by an older class.
In Freemasonry, when subordinate members face superior members, they must act as mentors. Although in modern times, this rule has not been so strictly enforced. Only in gatherings within the Freemasonry, people will use the retro honorific title of Master.
But this did not prevent Ferronl from respecting the old gentleman in front of him.
As an ordinary member of Freemasonry, Ferenl's level is only the third degree. The old man in a suit standing opposite him had the number 32 engraved on the ring on his right hand, which was only one level away from the highest level of the Scottish faction, 33.
Engineers boarded the ship and unloaded the desalination platform from the back of the carrier.
Evans showed no trouble, smiled easily, and pulled Ferronl aside. At the same time, he handed him a cigar and lit one for himself.
"Our motherland has a long and narrow coastline, but it is extremely short of fresh water. We have negotiated with people from high-tech fresh water, but they have been extremely stingy with valuable technology. We are very disappointed."
The homeland here naturally refers to Israel.
When he said he was disappointed here, Evans blew out a smoke ring, grinned, reached out and patted Feiloner on the shoulder.
"But fortunately we have a group of brave guys. The Future People Group will soon regret rejecting us."
"Zaid is finished. I'm afraid we have to find someone to do the dirty work for us again." Ferenl grinned.
Someone must bear the wrath of the Future People Group. Neither Evans nor Ferran believed that they dared to attack the Freemasons. Then the only ones the Future People Group could retaliate against were Somali pirates.
But then again, it's not certain whether Jiang Chen can find out who is behind this.
Thinking of this, Evans smiled.
After shaking out his cigar, 1-inch-long ash fell on the edge of his shoes. Evans blew out a smoke ring and looked in the direction of the seawater desalination platform with a gaze as deep as an eagle.
"Zayd will not survive tomorrow night. Mossad people will take action to remove his hideout in Somalia and wait for him to come to his door. As long as Zaid, the insider, dies, the credit for suppressing the bandits will be given to The Somali government and the Future People Group will definitely not be able to find any flaws."
"In one month, Mediterranean Freshwater will be listed in New York and officially open up the market in the Middle East. We will use the influence of the oil market to steal the market share of freshwater from the east coast of the Mediterranean to the Persian Gulf from Gaoxin Freshwater."
Looking forward to a bright future, Evans raised a smile on his lips, and then looked at Ferenir next to him.
"Speaking of which, have you inspected the goods?"
"Not yet, but this is equipment shipped directly to the Red Sea for deployment, so there shouldn't be any quality issues." Feiluner said with a smile.
"Let's deploy it first. Anyway, I heard that this thing is very convenient to move." Evans grinned and pointed to the position beside the dock. He was about to say something to the soldiers next to him, but he was soon stopped by That light caught the eye.
Not far away on the sea, the offshore platform began to glow.
Like solid light, it leaks from the gaps in the mechanical shell. Even from hundreds of meters away, you can feel the heat that tears the skin.
The steel was melted into molten iron, and the armored vehicles and helicopters all lost their color under the strong light. The cement peeled off the steel frame and collapsed like an avalanche.
It is said that at the moment of death, the second will be stretched infinitely until consciousness is completely lost.
In the moment before losing consciousness, Evans seemed to see the sunrise.
The so-called beautiful future was blown into ashes in the halo of the sunrise, along with the cigar between the fingers.
The shock wave swept through the mountains and forests, turning everything green into black.
On the clear sea, a mushroom cloud rose...
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"... Zizi... This is Crow 1, we have arrived over Mayotte. It is pitch black here, with only sporadic firelight... "
"...Roger, landing."
After Jiang Chen and others evacuated, four transport helicopters took off from the air force base in the Republic of Madagascar and flew over Mayotte Island.
All communication channels were cut off. When they learned that the entire island of Mayotte had lost contact, Madagascar officials thought it was a joke. After all, the incident happened late at night, and the question sounded a bit bizarre.
It was not until time passed that various departments became aware of this paralyzed "toe" and sent troops to the island to investigate the situation.
Army soldiers landed in the slums in a transport helicopter, but they saw a devastated scene.
There are bullet holes and traces of explosives everywhere on the wall, and blood is everywhere. Most of them belong to the local gangsters and mercenaries of the Arrow Military Company, and of course some belong to civilians in the slums.
"It's pirates! They attacked us!" the black boy who was rescued shouted in shock.
Blood marks scratched by stray bullets could be seen on his arms, and there were deep visible bone wounds on his thighs. He was carried on a stretcher.
The scene was a mess, with cries and shouts everywhere. The rescue team that first landed was extremely busy, reporting the situation to the headquarters and requesting support, while treating the wounded who could still be saved.
"ah… !"
"Don't move, man, you're going to be fine..."
"My legs! Ah!"
"Whoever has any more bandages, please pass one over to me! Hurry!"
At the same time, in the Madagascar Presidential Palace, officials from various departments were in chaos. President Lajona put on a suit over her pajamas and rushed to the office. The president was anxiously contacting people from Arrow Company, but there was always a busy signal on the other end of the phone.
Rajona hung up the phone harshly.
At this time, the Minister of Electricity of Madagascar walked in.
"A large-scale power outage occurred in Mayotte! According to the accident diagnosis, various circuits were burned to varying degrees. As for the cause of the burning, it is currently unclear..."
"Keep checking!"
"Yes!" Seeing that the President was in a bad mood, the Minister of Electricity did not dare to say anything. He nodded and immediately turned around to go out.
"etc!"
The Minister of Electricity asked with anxiety after being stopped.
"Any other orders?"
"Call me the Minister of Defense—"
At this moment, the door was pushed open violently, and the Minister of Defense trotted in without even fastening his belt. He looked at Lajona in a panic and stammered.
"Nuclear..."
"What the hell?" Rajona frowned.
The black face was twisted into a ball, and the Minister of Defense said that sentence incoherently with an expression as if he was about to cry.
"Yes, it's a nuclear weapon! The northern part of Madagascar was attacked by tactical nuclear weapons!" (.)