Chapter 218: Black Eats Black

During his one-year job in India, Anthony Thois. Spruce sensed that the entire Rangepis Pharmaceutical Company seemed to have more secrets, and although it had obtained some clearance, there were not many aspects to which it could be accessed.

But it can be seen from the scales and claws that are "exposed" that this "medicine" company seems to be a terrible secret group, and the scale of the entire company is still relatively small compared to the top ten "medicine" groups on Shijie, and the speed of development in Danshi in the past few years is amazing.

Unlike most pharmaceutical companies, Landpis has adopted a unified pricing, specification and quality approach to the sale of pharmaceuticals in various countries. All "medicines" are of the same quality, regardless of the situation in the other country. Soon the company's products gained a reputation among users, and many third-party countries felt that Randpis was much more generous than Pfizer and Johnson & Johnson.

But this company also has many shortcomings, the most important is the lack of important fist products, most of which belong to basic "medicine". No matter how good the quality of production is, but the price can't go up, isn't it just reducing its profit point? Anthony vaguely learned that the company had a newly synthesized antibiotic, and when Johnson & Johnson bought him, he also asked for a full set of information about this "drug".

It was said that he could offer a better reward, but now Mr. Antonite just wanted to run away quickly, and he had seen the ruthlessness of the "drug" companies doing biochemical experiments before. It's dangerous enough to take one thing and run away, and antibiotics are the future cash cow and lifeblood of that "pharmaceutical" factory.

He changed his documents, boarded a Hindustan Air plane, and instead of going directly to the United States, he went to Myanmar. As long as the "pharmaceutical" company checks it, it will know that it is its own doing, and it will become a trapped beast once the main "traffic" is blocked.

After getting off the plane in Yangon, the capital of Myanmar, he found a small hotel, shaved off his thick hair and beard, and used some kind of "medicine" on his face, which made the white man's skin "color" similar to that of South American Latinos.

Next, he took out the friends he had made while traveling in Myanmar a few years ago, traveled hundreds of kilometers, boarded a small local airline, and prepared to fly to Vietnam. The next plan is to go to Vietnam, then to Hong Kong, and fly to the United States on an Air China plane.

The plan was good, but Antonette gasped a few times when he saw the tattered Antonov-24 transport plane at the airport. The whole plane was dilapidated, the two propeller engines were still dripping with oil, and the rivets of the plane's "covered" skin were rusty, and when they entered the cabin, they found that they were even more broken inside.

Half of the interior of the cabin is a passenger seat, and the other half has been converted into a cargo hold, and blood stains can still be faintly seen on the metal floor. He endured his sorrow, hugged his suitcase, and sat on a chair that was so dirty that he couldn't even see his face.

"Why don't you leave?" He looked at his watch, urging anxiously.

"Hey, hey." The two pilots turned their faces and smiled maliciously, showing the gold teeth in their mouths. "Wait, there are guests coming."

"And? Didn't I charter this flight? ”

"Sir, let us fly for your $30,000? It's too little. ”

Antonite knew that he had been blackmailed, but at this time he could only calm down, "I'll add another 10,000, and go now"

As soon as he said this, he heard the cabin door being opened, and several locals carrying AK47s and military backpacks on the plane, "Are you still 'really' rich?" ”

As soon as he saw their dress, Anthony closed his mouth in amusement, this is a group of local drug traffickers, they kill people without blinking.

"You, what's here with you? Gold? "A militant walked in and kicked with his foot.

The pilot acted as an interpreter, "He asked you what you had in here?" Is it gold or white? ”

"No, it's not, just something ordinary." Antonette smiled reluctantly and shoved the box under him again, "Something in general." ”

There was no xiangdao, and the militants immediately turned their guns on him and shouted loudly.

"They said there might be a bomb in there and you have to open it." The pilot gloated and looked at Anthony with a pale face, "If it were you, I would have agreed a long time ago, and I advise you to do the same." ”…,

However, to the great disappointment of these militants, the opened box contained only a few metal boxes containing medical equipment, one of which also had a few reagents, and there was no large box of white powder or dollars or other treasures.

"Are you a doctor?" The pilot continued to translate.

"No...... No, um I am, I'm a doctor. Anthony thought that he was a doctor, and after opening the smallest metal incubator just now, the reagent inside was exposed, almost not scaring him to death.

"It's a bottle, an antidote, for dysentery." He was able to fool the past.

The men didn't seem to be interested in the doctor, and sat on the other side talking and laughing loudly, drinking the beer they brought. Antonite felt that the plane had finally taken off, and the two engines hummed, almost trembling as if the plane was about to disintegrate, and finally climbed up to a height of four thousand meters.

Anthony pulled out the GPS to see where he was, but as soon as he turned it on, he stretched out a hand and grabbed it. It turned out that a militant over there grabbed it, and when he saw that he was about to pounce, the other militants turned their guns around and aimed them, and it was estimated that if they wanted to rob him, they would have to stay behind.

One of them pressed the barrel of his gun against Antonit's cheek, signaling not to move, feeling the cold chill on his face, and the traitor sat back honestly. GPS is nothing more than a positioning tool, but unfortunately I can't bring my own maritime satellite phone, but after thinking about it, that satellite phone is allocated by the company, and running away with that thing is no different from looking for death.

The two engines of the An-24 gasped heavily, especially when it went around some mountains, and almost flew on the top of the mountain. If you hit it, you're sure to finish the game. But the militants were calm, singing loudly and filling bottles of beer. After drinking too much, these people stood in the corner of the cabin, took out the small ** and released the water directly, which made the cabin extremely angry.

As the plane shook, Antonite became more and more sleepy, and eventually fell asleep with his eyes closed. In the dream, he seemed to return to the research room, and saw that the research subjects were infected with viruses and bacteria, etc., and then injected with a large amount of various "medicines", and then carefully recorded the number of jù.

One of them reacted heavily, and eventually his "chest" cavity ruptured, and a stream of blood splashed directly onto his face

"Ahh A seagull swept past the porthole, its graceful figure quite beautiful in the light of the setting sun.

"Seagulls? Isn't this a seabird? ”

Xiangdao here, the researcher immediately came to his senses, and leaned on the porthole to look out, making him break out in a cold sweat. Beneath the plane, there is a sea of "waves", and countless seabirds are flying quickly on the sea.

"What's going on? How did I end up at sea? Where did you take me? Antonite shouted at the two pilots outside the cockpit.

Before he could answer, his eyes were dark and soft on the floor. A militant was standing behind him with a rifle, and there was some blood stained on the wooden hilt.

"Okay, let's see what money he has? This kid seems to be very unauthentic. One of the pilots said.

"Wow, this guy has a lot of cash on him? I think it's about 50,000 dollars. One of the militants rummaged through a travel bag on the ground, and a large bundle of cash lit up the men's eyes.

"Hmm~" Just as a few people were rummaging through things, Anthony groaned twice, looking to wake up.

One of the militants grabbed him by the foot, pulled his bloody body to the side of the hatch, opened the hatch and kicked him down. The body turned into a small black dot and fell several hundred meters into the sea. A few minutes later, a small white "flower" splashed on the surface of the sea, and then disappeared.

"And this bag, throw it down too." A militant carries a travel bag.

"Don't throw that metal box, it seems to be 'medicine' inside." One pilot said he wanted to keep the box anyway.

"Whatever you want." The militant laughed and continued, "How long is it going to be there?" ”

"Ten minutes ......" Before the pilot finished speaking, he heard a loud bang, and then the fuselage shook violently.

The two pilots screamed like pigs, "Damn, we hit the birds."

A seabird happened to hit the engine, and the average propeller engine is not too afraid of birds, but this bird did not deviate and just grazed the tip of the propeller and rushed into the air intake of the turbo engine. This immediately caused damage to the internal rotor of the engine and caused a fire. As a result, the An-24 was planted diagonally towards the sea with thick smoke, and the engine fire on the left side soon spread to the entire wing.

"Quick, hurry up and stabilize the plane, damn it, we're going to crash into the sea." The people on the plane shouted 'chaos', but apparently to no avail.

Perhaps hearing their prayers, the plane actually made a forced landing on the surface of the sea in a complete way, and the two pilots were fine because they were wearing seat belts, but on the contrary, a few militants behind were killed and injured in the violent collision.

The two pilots escaped from the cockpit, and the plane would soon sink to the bottom of the sea, so it was important to escape. However, before escaping, these few people were going to take the white goods they were carrying.

The militants, who were thrown on the deck, were powerless to resist and could only watch as the two pilots took the cargo and lowered the lifeboats on the sea.

One of the militants was seriously wounded in the "leg" and waist, but before he died, he only wanted to leave the two thieves behind, pulled out his pistol with all his might, and shot one of them.