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Chapter 218: Black Eats Black

During his one-year job in India, Anthony Thois. Spruce sensed that the entire Landpis Yào Company seemed to have more secrets, and despite the fact that it had obtained some clearance, there were not many aspects to which it could be accessed. (Like this book, please collect biquge.info) ~~

However, it can be seen from the scales and claws that this company seems to be a terrible secret group, and the scale of the entire company is still relatively small compared with the world's top ten groups, but the speed of development in the past few years is amazing.

Unlike the differentiated sales strategy of most Yào companies, Landpis sells Yào products in various countries with a uniform price, uniform specifications and uniform quality. All yào things, regardless of the state of the other country, are a quality. Soon the company's products gained a reputation among users, and many third-world countries felt that Landpis 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 the basic products. 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 asked for a full set of information about the substance.

It is said that it can provide a better reward, but now Mr. Antonite just wants to run away quickly, and he has seen the ruthlessness of the yào merchants 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 yào 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 you check it, you will know that you can do it yourself, and you will become a trapped beast as soon as you block the main road.

After getting off the plane in Yangon, the capital of Burma, he found a small hotel to shave off his thick hair and beard, and used some kind of yào on his face, making the white man look similar to that of a South American Latino.

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 méng leather were rusty, only to find that it was even more broken inside when they entered the cabin.

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 down on a chair that was so dirty that he couldn't 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, and the gold teeth in their mouths came out. "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 being pulled open, and several locals carrying AK47s and military backpacks on their backs got on the plane, "Do you still have any money?" ”

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." ”

Unexpectedly, the militants immediately pointed their guns at him and shouted loudly.

"They said there might be a bomb in there and you have to open it." The pilot said gloatingly, looking at Anthony with a pale face, "If I 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.

Well, I am, I'm a doctor. Anthony felt that he was a doctor, and when he opened the smallest metal incubator just now, the reagent inside burst out, almost scaring him to death.

"It's a bottle, an antidote, for dysentery." He hopes that in this way he will be able to paste 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 his GPS to see where he was, but as soon as he turned it on, he reached out 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, motioning not to move, feeling the cold chill on his face, and the inner jiān sat back honestly. PS It's 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 was 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 have returned to the research room, and saw that the research subjects were infected with viruses and bacteria, etc., and then injected with a large number of various things, and then carefully recorded the number of jù.

One of them reacted heavily, and eventually the xiōng 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? ”

Thinking of this, the researcher immediately came to his senses and leaned down on the porthole to look out, causing him to break out in a cold sweat. Beneath the plane, there is a bō bright sea, 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 his travel bag on the ground, and a large bundle of cash lit up in front of them.

"Hmm~" Just as a few people were rummaging 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 pod, opened it 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 huā 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 that it is in it, and the pilot said, he still wants to keep the box.

"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 wildly, 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 both the tuǐ and the waist, but before he died, he only wanted to leave the two thieves behind, pulled out his pistol with all his might, and opened fire on one of them.

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