Carmel looked at the phone on the table with some distraction, and it lay there as if it had broken down, and it never rang despite Carmel's repeated prayers.

CIA Director Helmus, who had been in secret contact with Carmel, did not send someone to contact Carmel as is customary, and Carmel's phone calls were never reached. And what worries Carmel the most is that Owen of the White House Affairs Management Committee does not answer his phone calls either. This made a bad feeling rise in Carmel's heart, these politicians and intelligence guys are like cunning foxes and fierce wolves, there is nothing they cannot betray and abandon.

Carmel represented the interests of the military and the CIA, and Owen had maintained close ties with Carmel as a personal adviser to Mr. President. But the current state is indeed not a normal state.

Raven stood beside a figitive Carmel, his black eyes staring at Carmel's broad, sturdy back. Dexterous fingers played with his delicate weapon with a very strange shape and said, "Mr. Carmel, you may be able to find out about what is happening in China through other channels, right?"

"Shut up, you idiot!" Carmel turned and roared at the raven as if he had found an outlet, his strong jaw and broad chin like a strong chimpanzee.

"The CIA can even spy on what you're talking about at night, who can I contact at this moment? You idiot, disgusting and nasty monster of transformation!"

Carmel was like a personable victorious general, taunting his opponents who had lost under him. But once he enters adversity and encounters all kinds of difficulties, he behaves like a completely immature child, except for throwing tantrums and cursing at his opponents, he can't seem to think of any good countermeasures.

Carmel's aggressiveness and meanness made him not have many friends at home. Although he has very strong abilities and sharp instincts, this strong and sharp personality is destined to be used for him at the same time, but also to erect many enemies for himself.

The raven lowered its eyelids, hiding the murderous aura in its eyes. Still standing still, listening to the ugly curses coming out of Carmel's mouth.

At this time, an orderly ran in in a panic with the printed paper, and before Carmel could open his mouth to curse, the soldier waved the printer paper in his hand and said, "Mr. Carmel, there is a report about you on the front page of the Los Angeles Times. ”

Africa can't buy the Los Angeles Times, Carmel subconsciously took the orderly to download the printed news from the website and asked, "What report?"

Raven's eyes narrowed, the corner of his eye scanning the news and pictures on the printer paper. Although it is a printed picture, it is still very clear that the two killers in the airport calmly walked out of the bathroom after killing Sam, and then shook hands with Carmel outside.

Seeing this picture, Carmel slumped into his chair, and the printer paper in his hand fell to the ground.

Carmel, the former commander of the Army's Special Operations Forces Independent Brigade, sent hitmen to assassinate his arch-rival Sam, and there is evidence that Carmel has close ties to current CIA Director Helmus and White House Affairs Management Committee member Justin Owen。。。。。 ’

When the raven saw this report, he couldn't help but sneer in his heart. Twisting his head away, not wanting to look at Carmel's embarrassment again.

The suffocating silence lasted for ten minutes, and after ten minutes, Carmel stood up in a panic and ran outside, as if he had just woken up from a nightmare.

"Raven, come out with me!"

A Mercedes with diplomatic plates on it rushed out of the rebel base camp in South Sudan and drove towards Juba, the capital of South Sudan. South Sudan is a region of extreme underdevelopment in the world, and there are no decent international financial institutions in the whole of South Sudan, except for the capital Juba, which has not yet been baptized by war, which has branches of two international banks.

Cars with diplomatic plates crossed government posts on the outskirts of the city and reached the door of the African Development Bank near the banks of the White Nile.

"Wait for me here. Carmel opened the car door and said something to Raven, then turned and hurried into the bank. In his account at the African Development Bank lies the more than $50 million he has received in his overseas military activities over the years. Carmel walked to the reception room for large customers under the guidance of the staff, wiping his sweat and reverently drawing a cross on his chest.

Raven watched Carmel walk into the bank coldly, took out his phone and made up a text message. Two minutes later, Raven's phone buzzed, and Raven looked at the text message on his phone, sneered and deleted the text message.

Carmel knows too well the style of politicians who are on the high and high. He sat in the soft and comfortable seat with stiff eyes, and the central air conditioner above his head carried a soft and cool breeze. Following the teller's inquiry, Carmel answered the relevant questions and handed the teller several bank cards.

Seeing the teller skillfully swiping the card inside the bulletproof glass, Carmel swallowed nervously.

Time seemed to freeze suddenly, and Carmel watched as the teller raised his head and said a few words to himself, and then shrugged his shoulders with a look of regret and confusion on his face. Then Carmel suddenly petrified in his seat as if he had lost all sense. This went on for a full minute, and the stagnant air suddenly cleared, and the sound accurately transmitted the teller's words through the air to the ears of the living Carmel.

"Sorry sir, all your accounts have been frozen by the head office, the reason for the freeze is not clear, if you have any objections, you can consult the manager in the lobby, he will be responsible for contacting the head office for you to inquire. ”

Carmel moved his stiff body and neck, and gradually regained his composure. These politicians have abandoned him, and I am afraid that the next action is to kill himself*, imagining that he will become a cold corpse like Sam, and a trace of excitement and anticipation suddenly rose in Carmel's heart. This kind of excitement and anticipation is just like the feeling he felt when he found clues in the layers of camouflage and traps when he was directing the operation. And this time, he will face the same politicians who hold the highest power in the United States.

Carmel wouldn't be stupid enough to carry his suitcase back home like Sam, and he smiled very gentlemanly and pouted with some regret: "Who knows, I've been in this situation twice." Carmel thanked the teller and left the reception room, then approached the lobby manager and asked to open the safe he had rented at the bank.

Because Carmel asked for the safe to be opened at all times, the lobby manager meticulously confirmed Carmel's identity according to the process, and then confirmed the key to Carmel's safe, and then took out the agreement for Carmel to sign and press his handprint, and escorted Carmel to the underground vault with two armed security guards.

The safe rented by Carmel is a large safe of three meters by two meters, after Carmel enters the code and turns his key, the manager in charge of the vault business enters the password of the bank and turns the key, and the alloy door with a thickness of 30 centimeters makes a crisp sound, and the red light that has been on turns into a green light.

"Sir, if you need anything, please press the doorbell indoors. The vault manager smiled and made an inviting gesture, and the bankers withdrew from the Carmel safe.

Although the frozen money made Carmel feel painful, he couldn't care about the money at this time. In the safe, Carmel exchanged gold bars for dollars and euros, which Carmel had stockpiled in advance. He has seen too much of the dirt and cold-bloodedness of high-level politics, and in this industry, he has to prevent someone from being used and kicked out one day.

The storage compartment of the safe is neatly stacked with layers of dazzling gold bars, and the storage compartment opposite is Euro and US dollar cash. Seeing this, Carmel's heart breathed a sigh of relief. This money is enough for him to have the highest quality of life anywhere in the world, as long as he can escape the pursuit of the CIA. He didn't think of using the evidence in his hands to take revenge on those politicians, because he knew that doing so was purely seeking death. Under the so-called democracy and justice of the United States, it is all blood and filth that the people cannot see.

Carmel put the gold bars and cash into the large suitcase provided by the bank, set the code, sealed it with his own hands, and pressed the bell. The staff struggled to load the suitcases onto the luggage cart, and according to the address left by Carmel, the bank would deliver the wealth within eight hours by a professional cash truck.

After doing this, Carmel went to the airport to buy a ticket to South Africa and Egypt with the fake passport that he had always had on hold. After a few laps around the airport, I didn't find the tracker before returning to the Mercedes.

"Where are you going now, sir?" asked Raven, driving smoothly down the road, looking in the rearview mirror to Carmel.

"Go to the Oriental Hotel, I want to take a break there. Carmel rubbed his forehead wearily, the address he had left at the bank was the Oriental Hotel, and he had to ship this large fortune before he could leave here.

The excellent soundproofing made the car very quiet, and Carmel soon began to fall asleep. Raven squinted at Carmel, who was snoring slightly, and quietly raised the soundproofing panel.

The Mercedes was set to a cruising speed and was speeding along the road at a speed of 120 kilometers per hour. In the distance was a sparkling lake, and after the Mercedes turned the corner, it suddenly rushed straight down the kilometer towards the lake.

The car rushed down to a high cliff with a sign that read 'Lake Danger' in English, and Carmel, who was sleeping, suddenly felt a loud noise, and opened his eyes in a daze and was immediately frightened.

The noise came from the open cab door, and the raven's strong body had deftly slipped out of the door, and the whole person was lying firmly on the roof of the car, only showing his head and looking down at Carmel from the roof.

"Raven, you dare to betray me!" Carmel angrily stretched out his hand to his waist, but found that he had left in a hurry and had forgotten to bring a gun.

"Mr. Carmel, it was your own failures that led to this result. Seeing Carmel hit the window of the Mercedes-Benz hard, the raven couldn't help but sneer: "This is your own German bulletproof glass, don't you forget, because I didn't break this glass with one punch, and you still call me a waste genetically modified person!"

At this time, the Mercedes Benz had already crashed through the fragile guardrail next to the highway and rushed directly towards the cliff. Not far away, the lake shimmers with a seductive blue, like a sapphire set in the earth. Carmel pulled the door handle in a panic until the door handle broke, then raised his head and said to the raven in fear: "Raven, I still have a lot of gold and dollars, as long as you promise to let me go, all this wealth will be given to you!"

Finally hearing Carmel admit defeat, the raven, who had never laughed, couldn't help but laugh.

"Goodbye, Mr. Carmel. Raven poked his head down one last time at a desperate Carmel and slammed the door shut.

"My name is raven, not an idiot genetically modified person!"

The Mercedes sedan streaked black in the sunlight and plunged headlong from the cliff into the calm lake. The moment the car rushed down, the raven flipped backwards from the roof of the car and landed steadily on the ground.

The moment the car plunged into the lake, the raven stood by the cliff and could see Carmel's face looking up desperately from the back window.

Until the car sank to the bottom of the lake, the raven stood quietly by the lake. Carmel sank to the bottom of the lake with his ambition and ambition, what he didn't expect was that Raven, the man he had always brought with him, would betray him, cut off all the back roads he had planned for himself, and kill him in the first place.

Raven took out his phone and called his new master in the United States, and there was silence for a moment on the other side of the phone and said: "You will become the supreme commander of the Fury Corps, and you will become the representative of the interests of the US military and the CIA in Africa, Raven, are you willing to work for the US government and for the prosperity of democracy and peace in Africa?"

The raven obviously has not fully adapted to the hypocrisy of the high-sounding and well-dressed beasts of American politicians, and was stunned for five or six seconds before he reacted when he held the phone.

"I would like sir. ”

"Very well, then, you will have our friendship, intelligence support, and financial support. I'll send someone to contact you next, Raven, and hope we have a good time working together. ”

The raven glanced back at the calm surface of the lake, as if nothing had happened except for the faint ripples that had been wrinkled by the wind. No one knows that Carmel, who once called for wind and rain in Africa, slept quietly at the bottom of the lake with his glory and dreams.