"Are things ready?"

"Ready." The Indian pirate said, ordering a box of weapons and a large briefcase.

Standing on the bumpy deck, the man facing the wind by the sea, his tie fluttering in the sea breeze, he is still wearing the black suit he wore yesterday at the presidential election site, and he looks even more handsome in a group of pirates and soldiers in fruity green camouflage uniforms.

The weapon box was opened, Jun Xiaoyan took off his suit jacket, rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, and checked them one by one, he picked up a large Gatling plate with one hand, took a cigarette in his mouth, squinted his eyes, and checked the bullet plate.

It's his favorite weapon, and he loves the rhythm of killing that comes out of the series of "da-da-da" shots.

Jun Xiaoyan hung a string of golden bullets on his left shoulder, took a puff of his cigarette, and flicked the cigarette butt into the sea.

The Indian pirate respectfully opened the black box that looked like a briefcase.

A very inconspicuous cylindrical tube, the shape and size of a can of beer, which seemed to contain some gray-blue liquid, linked to two red lines, two blue lines, caught the man's eye.

[Dirty bomb].

The [Cesium-137 Dirty Bomb] that is enough to cause huge casualties, one of the three [Dawn Project].

"Lord Forest......." The Indian pirate glanced at the Gatling heavy firepower in Jun Xiaoyan's hand, and asked respectfully, "Have you chosen the binding object of [Dirty Bomb]?" ”

"They'll be here later." Jun Xiaoyan said indifferently, and did not pick up the [Dirty Bomb], but carefully closed the briefcase.

The selection of hostages with a dirty bomb in his hand is also the most difficult problem to solve, and he is the one who made the problem, and to solve this problem, it has to be his sworn enemy Nan Dusk.

Jun Xiaoyan looked at the black box in his hand again, revealing a shadowy smile.

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At the same time, the Tanintharyi coast of Siem Thailand is a long and narrow mountainous area.

At this moment, it was just 24 hours after Jun Xiaoyan killed Min Huixian.

A luxurious private ferry is about to enter Tanintharyi Bay, and once the occupants have landed, they will be transferred to a private helicopter and follow the Thani Thanah Range, across Chiang Mai Province, into the heart of the Golden Triangle, a place called Ghost Town.

A woman with long curly hair and a great figure appeared on the deck, Tan Mier was wearing a black deep V long dress, with a sexy figure and a beautiful appearance.

The shemale beauty looked down at the mobile phone in her hand, browsing the news with a solemn expression, and her face was full of incredulity.

"Song Qin, come out and have a look!" Tan Mi'er called Min Zexi, who was still wrapped in gauze on her shoulder, and pointed the mobile phone screen in her hand at her husband.

"Your dad...... Killed your mother and absconded. Tan Mi'er did not beat around the bush and informed the second son of the person concerned of the news that shocked the world.

"How so?" Min Zexi took the mobile phone, his eyes widened incredibly, even if his amnesia had not yet recovered, he was completely shocked by the news of the murder in front of him, and stiffened next to the railing.

Looking at his wife's mobile phone, Min Zexi was shocked and uncomfortable with the news that Min Huixian was killed.

Amnesia does not mean that there is no emotional resonance, Min Huixian is his mother, he recognizes. Less than 48 hours after the mother and son met each other, their mother died tragically, and the murderer was still the whip of the Far East, whom he called his father's guy.

The intense pain of losing his mother hit the nerves in his brain, and he clutched his head in pain.