At four o'clock in the morning, the sky of the port of Bordeaux is clouded, and the freighters are docked in the harbor, gently swaying under the lapping of the waves; The waves crashed against the freighter, making a "whoosh" sound.

The city of Bordeaux is best known for its wines, the world's largest wine country.

Bordeaux wineries are divided into dozens according to grades, and the most famous of them are Château Lusalus, a super first-class château, and first-class châteaux Lafite, Latour, Margaux and Rouge Look.

Among the five world's top wineries, the most well-known is probably Château Lafite. Every year, the amount of "Lafite wine" consumed in China alone is more than Château Lafite's production in a year!

In addition to wine, Bordeaux is also a military and aviation research and manufacturing center in Europe, the core of France's strategic nuclear bomb research and physical experiments, and has many high-end technical institutions such as the Atomic Energy Research Center and the megajoule laser program.

The sea surface of the port of Bordeaux is misty, and the sky is not bright, so the visibility is not very high.

A black bulletproof Bentley slowly parked by the harbor, and after the car turned off, Locke in a black coat? Marbury pushed the door open and stepped out of the back of the car, and his two bodyguards, each armed with a P90 submachine gun made by the Belgian company FN, stepped out of the front and passenger of the sedan.

Under the protection of two bodyguards, Locke walked to a freighter, took out a flashlight and typed a string of code words at the freighter, and soon there was a response on the freighter, two mercenaries with M16 automatic rifles appeared on the deck, and after seeing the figure standing on the dock clearly, he held down the walkie-talkie and said a few words.

"Let him come up!"

Hossman put down the walkie-talkie, picked up the red wine in his hand and drank it down, picked up the silver Beretta 92FS pistol on the coffee table, and said to the few mercenaries standing beside him: "Let's go, go meet our guests." ”

In the end of the battle in Uruskaz, the Russian Ministry of Defense dispatched bombers to carry out high-intensity, covering bombing of Uruskaz, annihilating the mercenaries and illegal Chechen armed personnel operating in Uruskaz.

And Hossman did not die under the covered bombardment of Russian bombers. The location of the mercenary headquarters was chosen by Buck, who had participated in the bloody street battles in Grozny and had personally experienced the bombing of Grozny by the Russian Air Force, so when choosing the headquarters, he deliberately chose a building with an underground air defense passage.

However, Buck never expected that he did not die under the bombs of Russian bombers, but died under the guns of Hossman. Hossman survived by relying on the air raid in the building, and finally left Chechnya without any problems.

When Horsman stepped out of the cabin and climbed onto the deck, Locke had just climbed up the deck along the soft ladder that the mercenaries had lowered on the deck.

Locke is just an arms dealer, naturally not as good as those agile mercenaries, just a ten-meter-long soft ladder, which makes him a little embarrassed to climb.

Hossman looked at Locke, who was tidying up his clothes, and said, "Mr. Locke, you seem to be a little embarrassed. ”

"What about my daughter?" Locke asked, glaring at Hossman.

"How's it going for you to get things done?" Hossman asked rhetorically without answering.

"I have told the Arctic Wolf that you are going to trade nuclear warheads, as you requested, and I have given him the coordinates that I said." Locke stared at Hossman and gritted his teeth again and asked, "Where's my daughter!?" You said that as long as I did as you told me to tell the Arctic Wolves, you would not touch my daughter and keep her safe! ”

"Your daughter is in the innermost room of the cabin." Hossman pointed to the cabin and said to Locke.

Locke immediately walked to the cabin, but when his two bodyguards tried to follow, they were stopped by Hossman, "You guys better wait here for a while." ”

Regardless of the reaction of Locke's two bodyguards, he glanced at the mercenaries standing on the deck, and several mercenaries immediately surrounded Locke's two bodyguards and unloaded their P90 submachine guns and P228 pistols.

Locke walked briskly down the narrow corridor to the innermost room in the corridor; Before Locke could get closer, he heard a man's heavy gasp from the room, hearing this gasp, Locke's face suddenly changed, as an adult man, Locke was too familiar with this kind of heavy man's gasp.

Locke raced to the room, slammed the door open, and rushed into the room.

In a room of more than ten square meters, there was only one folding iron bed, and Locke's fifteen-year-old daughter was on that folding iron bed at this time, naked and pressed under a black man with a mask on half of her face.

The black man, who wore a mask on half of his face, shook over Locke's daughter, and the heavy gasp came from the black man's mouth.

"Bastard, what are you doing to my daughter!?" Locke said angrily.

"I was interrupted before I could finish my fun." Wallace got up from the iron bed, then picked up the camouflage pants that were still on the ground and put them on his body.

The half-masked black man was Wallace, and after he fled from Russia, Sirencott assigned him to Horsman to help him take over the European underground arms market.

Locke looked at his daughter in a trance on the folding iron bed, his eyes were split, and he raised his fist and rushed towards Wallace; But as soon as Locke swung his fist out, Wallace had already taken the lead, grabbed him by the neck, lifted him from the ground, and pressed him against the wall next to him.

Horsman walked into the room with a silver Beretta 92FS pistol in his hand.

"Hossman, you don't talk about credit!" Locke struggled hard, glared at Horsman and said, "You said that as long as I help you deliver the news to the Arctic Wolf, you won't touch my daughter!" ”

"I didn't touch your daughter, it was someone else who moved your daughter." Horsman took out a silencer from his trouser pocket, screwed it on the barrel of the pistol, then put the pistol on Locke's temple, and said in a cold voice: "Locke, when you promised to help Arctic Wolf find out about the nuclear warhead, you should have expected what happened so far!" And you also sell arms to the Arctic Wolves, these two are enough to kill you! ”

Burst!

There was a dull gunshot, and the bullet pierced Locke's head. Plasma burst from Locke's other temple, leaving a splattery of blood on the wall.

Wallace let go of his hand, Locke's body slid to the ground, folding the bed, Locke's daughter slowly turned her head, looked at Locke's body on the ground, and let out a scream of horror.