This group of unruly men led by Yang Chen can be said to have stepped on the bones to this day, and have experienced the most cruel battles and battles, all of them are ruthless horns who dare to pull the emperor off the horse, what happened to the Freemasonry, the Freemasonry is also a group of people, ordinary flesh and blood, and it is not impossible to die.

Afraid of hair!

Killing one is enough, killing two earns one.

"Boss, do you want to kill a few of them first, and stand up for power?" The scorpion is eager to try, Freemasonry, he has heard and understood, unlike their Arctic fox masters, they take the high-end route of playing with politics and manipulating capital, this kind of person is good at playing yin, fighting with real knives and guns, one by one.

"Not for the time being, I don't want our Arctic fox to have the notorious reputation of a terrorist organization." Yang Chen smiled and shook his head, leaving a line in life and doing things is good for others and himself, there is no eternal enemy in the world.

"That," the scorpion asked with a frown.

"The soldiers will block the water and cover the earth," Yang Chen smiled deeply.

The scorpion scratched his head and pondered, slapped his thigh violently, and said with a smile: "I understand, the boss means that if they cut off our goods, we will let them not ship the goods." ”

Yang Chen smiled and said nothing, which was considered a default.

The suspension of cooperation between European, American and Israeli arms companies and Arctic Fox will inevitably support new arms brokers to enter East Africa, Iraq, and Afghanistan.

Who dares to take the opportunity to enter the Arctic Fox's sphere of influence to eat, Yang Chen will not spare it, to put it mildly, one kills the other, life is important, or money is important, they weigh it themselves.

"Also, we have to increase the amount of purchases from Lao Maozi, guns, ammunition, tanks, helicopters, such conventional weapons, Lao Maozi is no worse than Europe, America and Israel." Yang Chen stared at the KA50 on the tarmac, and his smile became deeper and deeper, from the Tsarist era to the Soviet Union, Lao Maozi has always banned Freemasonry, so that Freemasonry has little impact on Lao Maozi, and Lao Maozi has so many military enterprises waiting to be fed, presumably eager to expand cooperation.

The scorpion nodded approvingly.

Yang Chen set a countermeasure strategy in a few words.

The scorpion, who couldn't wait to wrestle with the Freemasons, hurriedly left, directing his subordinates to implement countermeasures.

Three days later, the newcomer Erya was still full of curiosity about this strange place, so Yang Chen instructed Mei Ji to take Erya to go away to see the Great Rift Valley and the savannah, to feel how spectacular the migration of millions of animals is, and to climb Mount Kilimanjaro, as a holiday travel.

"Brother Yang Zi, can I go to see my brother?" Erya weakly asked Yang Chen, who saw him off, before boarding the plane.

"Not for the time being, when your brother settles down, he will come back to see you." Yang Chen euphemistically stifled the little girl's thoughts, the Kingdom of Westland, which is adjacent to Somalia, is in a state of dead silence before the storm, and the chaos is about to erupt, and the second girl is too dangerous to pass at this time.

Erya was weak, knowing that Brother Yang Zige didn't let her go, there must be a reason.

"Brother Yang, goodbye." Erya smiled after being lost in an instant, waved goodbye to Yang Chen, boarded the helicopter with Mei Ji, and began to travel around East Africa.

Yang Chen stared at the helicopter slowly rising into the air, smiling and waving.

Sending Erya Meiji away, Yang Chen also began to busy himself with his own affairs, since he returned to the base camp of the Arctic Fox, he could no longer stop the shopkeeper, many things need to be done by himself.

In particular, there are more enemies like Freemasonry, and they cannot be taken seriously.

Strategically despising the enemy, tactically attaching importance to the enemy, and the idea of dealing with the enemy summarized by the great man, Yang Chen has always been regarded as a golden rule, and he has used it perfectly.

One command after another was issued from the Arctic Fox base camp.

………………………

Los Angeles.

It is the second largest city in the United States after New York.

The mass entertainment industry is very developed, and the famous Hollywood is here.

On Bel Air Road on the West Side Hill, on both sides of the boulevard in front of a mansion worth tens of millions of dollars, all kinds of luxury cars are parked, and cars with more than one million dollars abound, such as Maybach, Bugatti Veyron, Gnissegg, if it is not a limited edition Ferrari Porsche, it is really not very conspicuous here, let alone Mercedes-Benz BMW.

In the backyard of the mansion, around the infinity mirrored pool with mountain views, beautiful and handsome guys talk and laugh, and there are many Hollywood stars known by Chinese.

It's a birthday party.

The person who celebrates his birthday is not a celebrity in the political and business circles, not a celebrity, in the minds of many people, he is a criminal, a murderer who has indirectly killed countless people, and is the key target of investigation on the United Nations blacklist.

His name was, Victor Bhutto.

Russian-American, bald handsome guy Nicolas Cage starred in the "Lord of War" about him, the world's most mysterious arms dealer.

It stands to reason that Hollywood's self-proclaimed peace-loving ambassadors of love or human rights fighters should draw a line with such a notorious figure, if not in writing.

But at this time, many celebrities at the party either accused the Republic of not respecting human rights and brutally treating ethnic minorities in the border areas, or spoke out for the Dafur issue, denounced the inaction of the only red power in the Security Council as a naked crime, and even called the Sichuan-Chongqing earthquake a retribution from heaven.

At this time, for the star artists present, they condescended in front of Victor Bhutto, and some secretly sent autumn waves, eager to kneel and lick, which shows how ugly the real faces of these actors are.

They don't know what Victor Bhutto is all about?

By no means.

It doesn't matter how many lives Viktor Bhutto has taken from arms reselling and how many disastrous consequences he has taken, whether he cooperates with bin Laden or has eye-to-eye with the anti-American fighter Chavez, what matters is that he is the guest of honor of political dignitaries and magnates, and many Hollywood bigwigs have to give him face.

Victor held his glass and walked among the crowd, his face full of spring breeze.

The king of war, who gradually withdrew from the field of arms trafficking, was actually not very willing to indulge in the life of a drunken gold fan, but he was still alive, but he had no choice, the money-making market was all monopolized by the terrible Arctic fox, and it was better not to do it.

"Sir, Mr. Smith is waiting for you in the study." A black-clad bodyguard walked up to Victor Bhutto and whispered, Victor Bhutto was stunned for a moment, and then nodded in understanding.

Old friends came, but hid in the study, there must be something important, Victor Bhutto, who has been divorced for many years and is still a single aristocratic diamond king, finished dealing with a few women who surrounded him, turned around and walked quickly into the villa, and went upstairs into the study.

Smith, his old friend.

Secret representatives of several major military-industrial complexes, specializing in hooking up with arms dealers.

"Happy birthday, old friend, and I have good news to inform you that the bigwigs above me have severed their business ties with the Arctic Fox and let you go back to the mountain." Smith gets straight to the point.

Victor Bhutto frowned.

This is good news, I clearly want him to die!