"Mr. Friedman, I just received the news that the Blackwater Assassination Team in Asia has been wiped out and the target is missing again."

The peaceful atmosphere in the office suddenly froze, and suddenly a loud noise erupted.

Coffee cups, pen holders, pens, telephones, documents, and desktop ornaments were thrown out as if cluster bombs of various types were being thrown at each other, smashing into the spandex fiber carpet in the office of the chief of Lockheed Operations, and some of the less sturdy objects were even torn apart as a result.

A large slice of mocha quickly seeped into the carpet, leaving only a large wet stain of burnt bitterwheat on the carpet, and even the sofa splashed a few drops.

If you don't clean it up within 24 hours, I'm afraid that the carpet will leave permanent traces, and even mildew that is difficult to clean.

"Damn, damn it, did Blackwater's entry grow up eating shit? What kind of goods are they sending? Is it an idiot? Can't even figure out a pilot, tell me, who are we dealing with, is it the emperor? Is it that hard? I've paid three million dollars for this, and what kind of foolproof, bullshit foolproof, it's just rubbish, rice bucket, and I need them to give me an explanation. ”

Lockheed Operations Director Mitch. Friedman was furious and threw everything he could see and throw at his desk.

As much hope as there is, there is as much disappointment as there is.

I thought that the plan was seamless and the best start, but the blow of reality suddenly made Mickey. Friedman seemed to age ten years in an instant.

Just as he vented his imageless yelling, was he dealing with the emperor? How could it be so unpleasant.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Friedman, Blackwater said they would continue to send missions at no additional cost, and they said that China was too cautious to get in, and even the strategic partners who provided them with intelligence work suffered greatly."

German employee Hegel. Mostein regretted that he had been so obsessed with Mozariewsky, an expert in the operation planner, and took the initiative to report the newly received information to the supervisor Dairi on his behalf.

Now it seems like a terrible stupid idea.

Hegel, who suffered the disaster of insolence, was in charge of Mitch. When Friedman swept the table with a thunderous storm, he was still stained with his newly purchased suit by the supervisor's half cup of coffee.

This is really unlucky, after work tonight, I have to rush to go on a date with a new beautiful woman, this set of clothes he planned to just wear two children, and then return it, even the trademark has not been removed, but now he has to leave hard, once washed, this set of clothes can not enjoy the unconditional return service.

Two months' salary was wiped out for this fancy suit that served as a façade, and it also had a lingering smell of coffee.

Oh, you should borrow a perfume from Miss Tracy at the front desk to cover up the smell of coffee, and then weave a reason to cover up the past.

Hegel was depressed at the moment.

"I don't care about this, tell Blackwater's entry, what I want is the result, as a customer, the money I should pay has been paid to them, and the rest of the process is their white spoon thing, I just want the result, what about the battle, what about the combat combat armor, haven't I already sent the action team with these powerful equipment to cooperate with them, are they using it?"

Mickey. Friedman's roaring foam almost squirted directly into Hegel's face, staring at him as if he were looking at him, and he almost rushed to grab him by the collar and ask him.

Facts Mickey. Friedman wanted to do this, but he held back.

"The report sent by Blackwater also explained that there was no way to bring these equipment to the occasion where the target appeared, the other party was very well protected, and they couldn't find a chance to use it, and the British had sent an email again to urge us to ask when we would send the balance."

Hegel carefully conveyed the news from several companies and organizations that provided services to Lockheed Operations, and his eyes glanced at the scattered 4 pieces of paper that had been smashed to the ground, and one of them was a printed copy of the Blackwater report, but the director who heard the bad news at first glance was probably not in the mood to read it at all, so he could only retell the contents of the report from his own memory.

"What a hassle" Mickey. Friedman unbuttoned the collar of his shirt with all his might, and his tie was crooked to the side, and he crossed his waist, his chest fell together, and he panted and muttered to himself: "Damn the British, greedy John Bull, just one dispatch, you dare to ask for ten million dollars, it's just blackmail, blackmail." ”

From the chairman's point, Mitch. Friedman contacted his counterparts from British fighter manufacturers and paid a great price, but even the most advanced fighter jets and the most elite combat groups returned in vain on one day, and the other side was reluctant to let their fighters die with their targets, and in the end they fell short.

Because of the damage to the fighter, the other side offered a high price for repairs, which originally only required a $1 million appearance fee, but suddenly mentioned a $10 million claim.

The wool is out of the sheep, and the target will not pay for the repair of the scarred non-entry fighter, and naturally the money will fall to Lockheed.

The house leak happened to rain overnight, and the money was thrown in, and the angry director of the Lockheed Operations Department was eager to personally strangle the pilot codenamed "Dragon Knight", this guy was the culprit of this big trouble, and he was at ease on the 1st, and the elites of the Lockheed family threw their anger on the operation department.

This "dragon knight" never died, Mickey. Director Friedman died in his sleep.

"Hegel, what's wrong with you here?" The ultimately decadent and powerless Mickey. Friedman waved his hand in a low voice, "I see, you go first." ”

"Yes, sir," Hegel replied, bowing his head, without any expression on his face.

Even if he was paid an extra two months' salary to buy this expensive suit for no reason, he lost a lot of money in vain, but he didn't dare to say anything to Mickey. Friedman expressed his displeasure.

An unemployed person is not qualified for that beautiful girl.

Hegel was about to step out of the office and out of this terrible place, when Mitch. Director Friedman's voice came from behind him again, and he froze, his feet fixed in mid-air.

"What's the matter? "Sir," Hegel's face was almost full of expressions that were about to cry, but he craned his neck and did not dare to turn his head.

In front is the hall, behind is hell, stepping on the yin and yang realm, suffering a lot.

Emperor, please let me go, I'm thirty-five years old this year, and I'm still single, except for my mother, I haven't even touched the woman's hand, so I'm counting on the beauty tonight to open the meat, the director Dajin begs you to be merciful and save me some face.

"Help me get that Mozarievsky guy to me."

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Hegel relieved. Mostin finally lost his balance in the mixture of joy and sorrow, and hugged the floor outside the door.

This year, the bad luck is still with the plant.

"Mr. Director" Mozarievsky walked into Mitch with trepidation. Friedman's office.

"Are your things ready? Take it"-

"This is my letter of introduction and military ID"

At the gate of the Fifth Hangyao Training Center, about 17 kilometers away from the Jiuquan Satellite Launch Center, Lin Mo, who was riding on a motorcycle, handed over his ID to the gun-wielding soldier with a vigilant face.

The motorcycle did not stall, but let out a sudden slight idle speed, and the rustle of the internal drive chain under the engine cylinder could be faintly heard.

After the road forked, both Lin Mo and Nong Lan, who was acting as bait, gave up their original course of action.

Nong Lan and Ba Yu got off the train from Hengyang Station in Hunan Province, and followed the agents of the Security Bureau with nowhere to go, and they did not know where to go fishing.

And Lin Mo did not wait for the train to sit all the way to the terminal Xi'an, but got off in Wuchang, and directly took the bus, taxi and township bus to Luoyang, and then the north sun, turned back to Yan'an in the south, a series of dazzling routes, so that Lin Mo and the intelligence personnel entrusted by the "dark night" confirmed that there was no longer a small tail behind, and then officially turned to Xi'an, and took a bus from Xi'an to Lanzhou.

Lin Mo spent thousands of yuan to buy a domestic straddle motorcycle in Lanzhou, bound his large suitcase to another shelf, and came to Jiuquan by relying on the G positioning chip and map of the watch.

The level of secrecy of this aviation training center is even higher than that of ordinary military bases, and it is impossible to appear on navigation maps or various tourist maps, Lin Mo can only ask the road where the address is located, and follow the door number to look for it along the way.

Outside, a high wall stretching with no end in sight, with an aluminum wire grid, encloses the entire training center, and those who don't know may think that it is just a factory or a farm.

"Wait a minute." The soldier with the gun, with the distrust of his professional habits, glanced at a fellow soldier in the duty room, and the soldier took out a scanner and walked out and scanned it on Lin Mo's body.

The Type 95 automatic assault rifle in the soldier's hand deliberately moved with a special sense of balance, it should have been an empty gun, but the end of the four magazines inserted in the black body armor around his waist faintly revealed the figure of bronze 5.mm caliber bullets.

There was also a big wolf dog by the sentry box, squatting on the ground with a bloody tongue, tilting his head to look at Lin Mo, and the animal's spiritual sense sensed that this kind of body on a motorcycle seemed to faintly exude a terrifying aura.