Towing the desalination platform stolen from the Transwarp trade, the armed ship slowly sailed towards the port in the northwest corner of the island of Madagascar. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

At the end of the jungle and the mountains, there lies a fortress that does not correspond to the poverty of Madagascar. Inside the tall concrete walls are a dozen Bird, Black Hawk, and even Apache helicopter gunships. In addition, the number of M1114 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 in the cover, which shows the military and political influence of the Arrow Company.

Such a terrifying armament that can easily destabilize even a small country is not like the combat power that the average private military contractor might have.

It is precisely because of their own strength that they are feared by the US government, even if the Freemasons have a good influence in American political circles, their military bases can only be built overseas, such as backward Africa, or chaotic South America.

As the freighter entered the port, an officer wearing a desert-colored military hat walked down the stairs and walked down the freighter. And on the edge of the port, a middle-aged man in a suit stretched out his hand from afar and greeted him happily.

"Hahaha, welcome, Colonel Feral. ”

"Thankfully, Mr. Evans. Feran took the outstretched hand and shook it solemnly up and down.

Judging by the look on the colonel's face, he was very respectful to this Mr. Evans.

This reverence is not because of social status, but because of a much older class.

In Freemasonry, junior members are required to address their superiors as mentors. In modern times, though, this rule is not so strictly enforced, and it is only in meetings within Freemasonry that the retro title of Guru is used.

But this did not prevent Feran from respecting the old gentleman in front of him.

As an ordinary member of Freemasonry, Ferern's rank is only 3 degrees. The old man in a suit standing across from him had the number 32 engraved on the ring on his right hand, just one level short of the highest rank in the Scottish pie, 33.

Sappers boarded the ship and unloaded the desalination platform from the back of the ship.

Evans didn't have any trouble, smiled casually and pulled Feller aside, while handing him a cigar and lighting one for himself.

"Our homeland has a long and narrow coastline, but there is an extreme lack of fresh water. We negotiated with the people in high-tech Tamsui, but we were disappointed that they were extremely stingy with valuable technology. ”

The homeland here naturally refers to Israel.

Speaking of being disappointed, Evans spat out the smoke ring, grinned, and reached out to pat Ferern's shoulder.

"But the good thing is that we have a bunch of brave guys, and the Future People Group will soon regret rejecting us. ”

"Zeid is going to be finished, and we're afraid we'll have to find someone to do the dirty work for us again. Feran grinned.

Someone must bear the wrath of the Future Syndicate, and neither Evans nor Ferany believe that they would dare to do anything to the Freemasons, then the only thing the Future Syndicate can retaliate against is the Somali pirates.

But then again, it's not certain whether Jiang Chen can find out who is behind the scenes.

Thinking of this, Evans smiled.

Shaking his cigar and the 1-inch soot fell to the edge of his shoe, Evans took a puff of the smoke ring and looked in the direction of the desalination platform with an eagle-like look.

"Zeid won't live until tomorrow night, and the Mossad men will take out his den in Somalia and wait for him to come to his door." As long as Zeid is dead, and the Somali government gives the credit for the banditry, the Future People Group will definitely not find any faults. ”

"In a month's time, Mediterranean Freshwater will go public in New York and officially enter the Middle East market. We will use the influence of the oil market to snatch the market share of freshwater from the eastern coast of the Mediterranean Sea to the Persian Gulf region from the hands of high-tech freshwater. ”

Looking forward to a bright future, Evans smiled at the corner of his mouth, and then looked at Feran next to him.

"Speaking of which, have you inspected the goods?"

"Not yet, but this is a direct shipment to the Red Sea for deployment, and there should be no quality problems. Feran laughed.

"Let's deploy it first, anyway, I heard that this thing is easy to move. Evans grinned, and Cigar pointed to the spot on the dockside, just about to say something to the soldiers next to him, but he was quickly caught by the light.

Not far away, on the sea, the offshore platform began to glow.

Solid-like light leaked through the cracks in the mechanical shell, and even from a distance of hundreds of meters, you could feel the heat of the torn skin.

Steel was melted into molten iron, and armored vehicles and helicopters faded in the bright light. The cement peeled off the steel frame and crumbled like an avalanche.

It is said that at the moment of death, that second of time will be infinitely extended until consciousness is completely extinguished.

In the moments before losing consciousness, Evans seemed to see the sunrise.

The so-called beautiful future was blown into ashes in the halo of this sunrise, along with the cigar between the fingers.

The shock wave swept through the mountains and forests, staining everything emerald green and black.

On the clear surface of the sea, a cloud of mushrooms rose......

……

“…… Zizi ...... This is Raven 1, and we've arrived over Mayotte. It was pitch black, with only sporadic fires......"

“…… Roger, landing. ”

After Jiang Chen and the others were evacuated, four transport helicopters took off from the air base of the Republic of Madagascar and flew above Mayotte.

All communication channels were cut off, and when Madagascar officials learned that the whole of Mayotte had lost contact, they thought it was a joke, after all, it happened in the middle of the night, and the question sounded a bit bizarre.

It wasn't until time went on that the various departments realized this paralyzed "toe" and sent troops to the island to investigate the situation.

Army soldiers landed in a slum in a transport helicopter, only to see the devastation.

The walls were littered with bullet holes, traces of explosives, and blood everywhere, mostly belonging to the local underworld and mercenaries from the Arrow Military Company, and of course some to civilians in the slums.

"It's pirates! they've attacked us!" cried out the rescued black boy in horror.

He was carried on a stretcher with blood marks on his arms and deep bony wounds on his thighs.

The scene was chaotic, cries and shouts were noisy, and the rescue troops who landed first were busy, reporting the situation to the headquarters and requesting support, while treating the wounded who were still saved.

"Ahhh......h

"Don't move, man, you're going to be fine......"

"My legs!

"Whoever still has a bandage, help me hand me a piece!

At the same time, in the presidential palace of Madagascar, officials from various departments are in chaos. President Rajona put on his suit over his pajamas and rushed to his office, anxiously contacting the people at Arrow, but the phone kept busy.

Rajona hung up the phone hard.

At this time, the Minister of Power of Madagascar walked in.

"There was a massive power outage on Mayotte! According to the diagnosis of the accident, various electrical circuits were burned to varying degrees. As for the cause of the burning, it is not clear at this time......"

"Keep looking!"

"Yes!" Seeing that the president was in a bad mood, the Minister of Electricity did not dare to say much, nodded and immediately turned around and prepared to go out.

"Wait!"

After being stopped, the Minister of Electric Power asked with apprehension.

"What else is told?"

"Call me the Minister of Defense—"

At that moment, the door was slammed open, and the Minister of Defense, who had not even fastened his belt, trotted in, looked at Rajona in a panic, and stammered.

"Nuclear ......"

"What the hell?" Rajoona frowned.

The black face twisted into a ball, and the Minister of Defense said the sentence incoherently with an expression that was about to cry.

"Yes, nuclear, nuclear! The northern part of the island of Madagascar, attacked by tactical nuclear weapons!" )