Under the bright autumn sun, Zhang Longchu ran his fingers through his windblown hair, strolled into the bus, and sat in the back row, by the window.

After waiting for a while, the other transcendents also got on the car one after another, filling the compartment, and then the car started, and slowly accelerated in some direction, and drove away.

On the way, Zhang Longchu looked at the ever-changing street scene outside the window, and was thinking about where Hanyang Group was going to take him, when he suddenly heard someone next to him cautiously accosting him: "Hello, I'm Zhang Zhengzhu."

You, have you had breakfast, I have my wife's seaweed rice rolls here, do you want to have some? ”

"Ah, I'm Zhang Longchu," Zhang Longchu was slightly stunned, turned his head to look at a middle-aged man sitting next to him, who was about forty years old, who looked dressed and looked like an ordinary office worker, shook his head and said, "I went out early today, and I have already eaten, thank you." ”

"Yes, my wife's craftsmanship is very good, very good..."It seems that Zhang Longchu's gentle attitude when answering gave Zhang Zhengzhu some courage to continue, his originally tense expression relaxed a little, muttered to himself, opened the lunch box in his hand, took out a fragrant gimbap handroll, and swallowed it in a big gulp.

Seeing that he was eating sweetly, Zhang Longchu smiled slightly and turned his face to continue to look at the street scene outside the window, but he didn't expect the man to continue to talk after eating the rice: "Is your name Zhang Longchu, wow, this name is the same as the new sultan on the island in the recent news, it's really magnificent."

I read it on TV that the Sultan defeated five invading armies with less than one army, but instead liberated tens of millions of people oppressed by tyranny and was elected as the leader of the country.

Of course, the local army of that kind of Southeast Asian country may not even be fully equipped with guns, which is what is going on, but I think he should also be a great hero and righteous man..."

People's hearts are delicate, and the public psychology of the general public in this world has always been to dislike the poor and love the rich, advocating the advanced and abandoning barbarism.

Since the old era entered the network society, genocide occurred in those destitute countries in Africa that could not even be named, and millions of people died at a time, and there was no small series of car accidents in China, Milicán, Europa, and other first-class powers, which attracted the world's attention.

If Zhang Longchu's major war that led to regime change in Sarawak had taken place in an advanced country, it would have become the focus of global heated discussions, and it would have been impossible to conduct any ********.

But because the battlefield is located in Kalimantan, an island whose name is unknown to more than 90% of the earth's population;

Malaysia, a country that does not even know that the citizens of neighboring countries are a federal form of government, and coincides with the era of an all-out attack on the earth from a different position, so under the deliberate guidance of well-intentioned people, it finally only flashed for a few seconds in foreign news hours, and was drowned in thousands of reports of the Red Cloud invaders.

The impression he left on the people of the powerful countries outside Kalimantan, just like what he heard at this time, was just an interesting report with vague information and thousands of miles away from real life.

"Haojie, righteous man..."Zhang Longchu repeated these two words that usually only appear in historical dramas, and a strange smile appeared on his face, "Speaking of my name, it is indeed very magnificent, although the word dragon is the embodiment of evil monsters in the West, it is one of the most sacred and powerful beings in the East. ”

Hearing this, Zhang Zhengzhu nodded again and again, and for some reason, he kept chatting with Zhang Longchu until the bus passed through downtown Seoul, drove onto the highway, and came to an open harbor.

After the car stopped, Zhang Longchu took the first step to open the window and jumped out directly.

Standing on the coast and looking around, he saw a row of cold storage and markets built a hundred meters away, he guessed that this should be a pier for fishing boats, and from the air can smell a strong fishy smell, but the whole port is empty, and there is not a single boat docked at the berth, it can be inferred that the dock is probably still in use just now, but it was temporarily emptied.

And just when Zhang Longchu observed the harbor environment, large buses loaded with transcendents slowly drove up to the pier.

Seeing this scene, he frowned and muttered to himself: "A large bus can carry 120 people, and now there are 10 cars driving to the beach, what does the Hann-Ocean Group want to do, is it...", at this moment, the sea under his feet suddenly began to surge violently, interrupting his thoughts.

Immediately after, the waves parted, and a huge and incomparable submarine with an area and length almost comparable to the entire dock, protruding from the sea and slowly rising, appeared in front of all the transcendent beings like a steel beast after 10 seconds.

Zhang Longchu looked up at the tightly packed missile embrasures on the hull of the boat, which were at least 20 meters high, and felt the oppressive force of the unconventional weapons of modern civilization at an ultra-close distance, imagining the scene of hundreds of nuclear warheads attacking and easily erasing cities from the map, and suddenly felt that the road he had to go was still far, far away.

"This size is at least a nuclear-powered mothership-level submarine," he sighed after a pause, thinking to himself: "Hanyang Group can get this kind of high-end goods, even if it is only temporary, it is enough to prove how amazing its latent power is."

If it were me, I am afraid that only by desperately trying to subvert the regime and allowing Milican or Huaxia to set up a military base in Sarawak will they be able to hand over this strategic-level weapon to me for use..."

He was thinking wildly, when suddenly he saw a mechanical grinding sound of 'clatter...' from the steel trolls not far away, and dozens of round doors opened on the hull that was level with the ground of the dock, and dozens of round doors could accommodate at least four people side by side.

At the same time, a deafening voice sounded on the dock, "Everyone will enter the submarine immediately in turn, our goal is the Taiji plane, from the moment we set foot on the land of the different plane, we will officially enter the state of sortie, and each person can receive a bonus every day according to the terms of the contract..."

The person who spoke was none other than Song Yong-chul, the security officer of the Hann-Ocean Group, and after hearing his command, the transcendents who themselves were engaged in interdimensional exploration quickly got rid of their shock, and walked into the submarine in twos and threes without objection.

After everyone had disappeared from the dock, the submarine closed the hatch and slowly sank, and in a short time the sea was calm again.

After more than ten minutes, another large bus drove into the harbor, and at the same time, another submarine also began to stir the tide and slowly rise... And so it all went on and on.

More than 4 hours later, Hann-Ocean Group's operation to carry transcendents in the harbor was still carried out sporadically, but Zhang Longchu and others, who were the first batch of departures, had successfully landed in a natural harbor in the Taiji plane.

Standing on the beach in the cool sea breeze, looking at the plain hundreds of meters away that had been transformed into a huge barracks, even though most of these transcendents were already well-informed, they still stood dumbfounded and unable to speak for a while.

After a long time, a noisy discussion finally sounded among them, "Just now, it was the latest Lincoln-class submarine carrier in service in the United States, and now it is a subspace missile force that can be compared to the regular army, what is the origin of this Hanyang Group...";

"Are we going to cooperate with the government army this time, or the US troops at the military base in Asia...";

"I knew that there was no free lunch to eat in the world, and the reality was that this was the case, with such a big battle in front, it seems that the remuneration of the Hanyang Group is not easy to get...", only Zhang Longchu let Zhang Zhengzhu, who was sticking to his side, croaked and did not make a sound.

Looking out at the large rocket silos in the distance;

hundreds of giant missile trailers and at least 10,000 people;

The soldiers, who were shuttling back and forth in the barracks and didn't know what they were busy with, waited quietly for a while, and sure enough, the personnel who were picked up by the Hanyang Group at the heterotopic harbor interrupted the conversation of the transcendents and led them to the military camp in the distance.

However, after stepping into the barracks, everyone did not stop, but crossed the entire barracks, advanced a distance of thousands of meters, and came to a densely built rows and rows, endless five-story simple cement buildings as far as the eye can see.

Pointing to those dwarf houses, the reception staff led by Han Yang explained: "The barracks we passed by just now are the 1st Army of the French Mercenary Corps, the 2nd, 6th, and 9th Divisions of the German Mercenary Corps, the Operations Department of the Milican Blackwater Security Company Group, and the Heterotopic Security Department of our Hanyang Group, the Seven Star Technology Security Department, and the KF Foundation... of the station.

Considering that their personnel are strictly militarized, and it is not suitable for the habits of all the transcendentals, all of us live separately, and now we will give you a chip key with a room number, here I would like to remind you that this key is still everyone's contact, please pay attention to keeping...

Although the room is a little smaller, there is water and electricity, basic household appliances are complete, there is a bathroom to use, there is food in the refrigerator, you can eat it as long as you microwave, and there are boxes of high-energy nutrition bars under everyone's bed...", as he spoke, his colleagues began to hand out metal number keys to the transcendents.

In this way, after more than ten minutes, Zhang Longchu finally got rid of Zhang Zhengzhu, who was sticking to his side like gummy, took the key to the third floor of a square cement building with no sense of design, and opened a room with a '1C312' nameplate on the door.

Walking into the cement room, he immediately felt that the space was as crowded as a pigeon cage, except for a single bed against the wall;

a tablet brain on the bed;

There was a 50-liter refrigerator at the foot of the bed, a square table less than two feet long and wide that was close to the refrigerator, and the microwave oven on the table, which was completely empty.

"It's really even more humble than what the Hann-Ocean Group receptionist said..."Looking around, Zhang Longchu, who felt a little depressed, turned around and closed the door, and couldn't help muttering softly, but thinking of the incredible number of cement buildings on the riverbank, as well as the ability to mobilize money and personnel that can be deduced from this, he closed his mouth before he finished speaking. (To be continued.) )