Zhao Mingding confirmed the goal, so he used the American mobile phone card that George had given him to book a ticket to North Carolina that night, and fortunately, the passenger plane was not full, and he successfully got a ticket.

Out of the new World Trade Center, Zhao Mingding took a taxi, went straight to the airport, and on the way to the airport, booked another hotel room.

From New York to North Carolina, the plane flew for 2 hours, arrived at Raleigh Dumont International Airport, out of the airport, Zhao Mingding went straight to the Hilton Hotel in Raleigh City, checked in, settled in, and began to study the plan of action.

Everything is going on in an orderly manner, but Zhao Mingding doesn't know if George and Smith are still alive? If you live, how long will you last?

Blackwater International's corporate headquarters is tucked away in a 7,000-acre pine forest in Moyoke, northeastern North Carolina. Inside are various training grounds, such as shooting ranges, buildings that simulate hostage-taking, bunkers occupied by militants, etc. U.S. Navy amphibious units often train here.

The Blackwater Training Facility, the largest private light weapons and tactical training center in the United States, includes indoor, outdoor, and urban simulation training areas. With a total area of more than 28 square kilometers, it spans Camden and Claretek counties in North Carolina.

It provides tactical and weapons training to the military, government law enforcement and security services. In addition to this, the training center regularly offers several open enrollment courses every year, including: hand-to-hand combat, precision rifle shooting, etc.

Fortunately, when Zhao Mingding went to Myanmar, he had already asked Brother Hua for the world's military maps, and he could use them at this moment, which was very convenient, and he couldn't help but admire that he had asked for these maps at the beginning, which was really prescient.

"Next time I go back, remember to have an electronic military map." Zhao Mingding secretly reminded himself, "See what needs to be supplemented, and make up for it next time." ”

Blackwater International is famous all over the world, and when Zhao Mingding took a taxi on the street, he only mentioned going to Blackwater International, and the driver immediately drove away, unwilling to load, even a few taxis. Later, a taxi was finally willing to go, but Zhao Mingding was asked to give money first and then set off.

The taxi driver was a young black man, about twenty years old, and even when he sat in the car, Zhao Mingding could feel his height and strength.

"I'll tell you the truth, under normal circumstances, it only costs three hundred dollars to get from here to the headquarters of Blackwater International, but you have to give a thousand dollars before I go." The black guy said helplessly, "When we get there, we're always going to be blackmailed." ”

"Oh? Is there such a thing? Zhao Mingding smiled, "I'll go today, so let them have a good memory." Also, if I give you another two thousand dollars, will you be able to wait to take me back? Of course, there may be two more people when they return. ”

"At least $5,000, and you'll have to pay for it first. Looking at you like this, you are going to stir up trouble, and it is more dangerous. The black guy smiled and held out his right hand, "My name is Armas Banner." ”

"My name is Barton Zhao." Zhao Mingding reached out and shook his hand, and then handed him five thousand dollars. He got the dollars, and he didn't count them, he put them directly in his pocket, and then kicked the accelerator, and the car went crazy, "Patton, I have to change cars, this taxi, like a girl, has no strength." I'm going to have to get a more powerful, durable car to accompany you. ”

Armas drove the car, turned around the street three times, came to a garage, a sudden brake, a nice flick of the taxi, and stopped firmly in the painted parking space.

"Amas, seeing you like this, have you received any heavy work?" A black man who was repairing his car didn't lift his head and shouted.

"Catch!" Armas threw the key to the taxi over, "I'm a taxi, I'm going to ask someone to go out and walk around." Until I come back. As he spoke, he walked up to the Lincoln navigator who was parked on the side, opened the car door and checked it, filled the car with gas, and then beckoned to Zhao Mingding, "Let's go." ”

As soon as Zhao Mingding got into the car, the car ran out, and at this time, the stereo in the car was turned to the maximum, and it was a powerful English dance song Pa

ty Do

't Stop。

"Barton, do you have a gun?" Armas asked aloud as he shook to the music. In the deafening music, if you don't speak loudly, you won't be able to hear it, but this is a trivial matter for Zhao Mingding, no matter how loud the voice is, he can hear a subtle trembling sound.

"So, you have a gun?" Zhao Mingding didn't answer directly, but asked rhetorically.

"That's for sure. Look at the way you look, that's to find something. Armas laughed, "Otherwise, how could I charge you five thousand dollars?" If I don't bring a gun, I'll be in danger if I get fired. He said yes, if I need to do it, I'll have to pay another 5,000 dollars. ”

"Okay, that's it." Zhao Mingding raised his hand and slapped his outstretched hand.

"Find me, you're looking for the right person." Armas laughed, "Say, what are you going to do there?" ”

"Find someone." Zhao Mingding glanced at Amas, "You are very familiar with Blackwater International?" Also, why are you helping me? ”

"I'm definitely familiar with Blackwater International." Armas laughed, "I helped you because you paid me." ”

"Can you guarantee that in the event of an exchange of fire, you will be able to escape safely with me?" Zhao Mingding couldn't help but be curious.

"That's fine. I'm a race car driver. There is no one in Blackfire International who is my opponent yet. Armas laughed.

"How's your marksmanship?"

"100 shots, 100 hits." As he spoke, Armas slammed the steering wheel, dodging an approaching truck and overtaking it.

When I came to the headquarters of Blackwater International, it was already midnight, and the lights in the building were still brilliant. Under the leadership of Amas, Zhao Mingding slowly approached the office of Eric Dean Prince, the leader of Black Fire International, in the headquarters office building, at the cost of an additional cost of five thousand dollars.

Eric seemed to be busy, and a long phone call was made. When he finally finished the call and looked up, he was faced with a black muzzle. It was the muzzle of Armas's gun, at the cost of an additional $5,000 added to Zhao's expenses.

If you want someone else to do your job for you, you have to pay. This is a matter of course. It is an irrefutable truth that money can make ghosts grind.

Zhao Mingding can now not draw a gun, of course, it can only be within fifty meters. He finally made his finger magic power reach an effective killing distance of fifty meters. And the killing distance of his dart, which also reached fifty meters, hit it with one hit, and immediately retracted without any mud and water. In fact, the dart is just the incarnation of the little dragon in the body.

Eric is a smart celebrity, otherwise he wouldn't have created Blackwater International.

"Say, what can I do for you?" Facing the muzzle of the black hole of Amaas, Eric did not make any resistance, leaned back, leaned back on the back of the chair, although there was a button for help under his feet, and with a light step of his foot, the security guards outside would run to the rescue.

He didn't look at Armas who was pointing a gun at him, but faced Zhao Mingding, who was standing quietly on the side.

"Eric, the leader of Blackwater International?" Zhao Mingding looked at him quietly, smiled slightly, stretched out his hand, and pressed the muzzle of Armas at Eric. Even if Eric wears body armor, it is believed that it will not be stronger than 15 cm thick bulletproof glass.

"That's right, that's me." Eric laughed, "A cup of coffee?" ”

Zhao Mingding nodded.

When Eric got up and poured three cups of coffee from the thermos pot next to him, Zhao Mingding simply sat down in the chair across from his desk.

"Very good coffee." Zhao Mingding picked up the coffee, took a sip, praised, and at the same time, put the photos of George and Smith in front of Eric, "Within three minutes, give me the result." If a man dies, you have to be buried. ”

Eric didn't say anything, picked up his phone, took a picture of George and Smith and sent it out: "Within two minutes, give me the result." In half an hour, bring people to me. To live! ”

Two minutes, at this moment, seemed so long, it seemed like a century, Eric's phone finally rang, and the good news came, the two of them were now locked in the dungeon of Blackwater International Headquarters, and they arrived at the office in five minutes.

Sweat finally came down and soaked Eric's clothes.

"Mr. Eric, I appreciate your help. But, I wonder, who told you to move George and Smith?" Zhao Mingding always smiled, without any coercive threats, "Although you say that you have to keep it a secret for your employer, I think you will be happy to tell me." Because, this rule is not a rule in my opinion, do you say? ”

"Spanish Foreign Legion and Cossack mercenaries." Eric said helplessly. There is no need to keep secrets only for the dead.

Noisy footsteps finally came from outside, and Zhao Mingding knew that it was George and Smith who had come over, and there were two other escorts.

There was a knock on the door, Eric said please come in, it was opened, George and Smith walked in, followed by two loaded guards, the moment they entered the door, they raised the gun in their hands, and pulled the plate machine at Zhao Mingding, in less than a second, more than 20 bullets all hit Zhao Mingding's chest, followed by a deathly silence, the two guards who shot at Zhao Mingding had fallen to the ground, motionless, blood was flowing out of a small hole in the heart of his chest, And Zhao Mingding still sat still, unscathed, smiling, looking at Eric: "Your subordinates don't listen to the command!" “

Eric closed his eyes and drew a cross on his chest: "Amen! ”

George and Smith stood at the door, looking at Zhao Mingding, with a shocked face, and it took a long time to react: "Oh, God! ”