I Have a Mansion in the Post-Apocalyptic World

Chapter 327 Landing on Panu

( ) The night is getting dark. £∝,

Despite the upheaval of the day, by this point most of the Panu had also fallen asleep.

Johnny still stayed in his villa, curled up in his basement, leaning on the cold wooden chair, drinking cups of his treasures.

There was Lafite in 1982, and Margaux in 1986... Half a year ago, these things were things that he could not even imagine. Marijuana in Los Angeles is very expensive, but compared with these "high society blood", it is still more than a little bit worse.

It was stuffy in the basement, but he was shaking.

Not because of the cold, but the chill that rose from the bottom of my heart.

He told the mercenaries to guard the villa, not to let even a fly go.

He could read those looks, and he knew the guys who got paid to do things thought he was crazy. But he doesn't care, he has plenty of money, he just wants to survive...

To be honest, even he himself didn't know why he was so afraid of that guy in Los Angeles, or the guy behind Roberts. Although the villa and the deposit in the bank card are indeed in his hands, but at this moment he doesn't feel the slightest sense of security.

To ask why, he always felt that there was a hand controlling everything.

Including the rich man who is running amok, including the growing dictator president, including those officials who have been corrupted by the dollar...

It also includes the more than one hundred corpses that died outside the villa.

He drank red wine frantically.

The sweet and sour in the throat is like the mimeograph of banknotes, and the color is like the blood of a virgin...

Lying next to him are four white bodies. But he doesn't have much energy to play with them now. Even fingers. There are also times of soreness.

"**!" Cursed fiercely, he threw away the wine glass in his hand.

pala——

The glass shattered.

He stared at the pool of bright red. Belching decadently.

"Damn it."

He said this sentence in Chinese.

It's a bit crappy, it's the Chinese he learned from Wang Tianfeng not long ago.

Wang Tianfeng came to look for him just now. It was the bodyguard who told him.

The Linhua Group was introduced by Roberts, and Wang Tianfeng was the representative of the Linhua Group, so he couldn't believe it.

He was trembling, his intuition told him that someone wanted to kill him, someone wanted him dead!

He doesn't want to die, he still wants to continue to play the role of this rich man. He can sway over anyone without any scruples, whether it's the neighbor's wife or daughter, as long as he likes it. For the sake of dollars, Edward will settle it for him.

However, Roberts' last phone call woke him up completely.

Yes, he's just a ghetto punk, a good-for-nothing Irishman who has it all because someone needs him to mess with the backwaters.

leave? Going to Western Australia to retire? Go to hell, how could you agree!

He hung up on Roberts and broke the calling card.

A look of ferocity flashed in his eyes. He stared fixedly at the basement door.

"Come on, let me see, what the hell are you going to do to take my life!"

 …

In the evening of the next day, the southern tip of Koro Island.

An old freight ship quietly sailed into the deserted harbor.

The inside of the port is very deserted. There was no one in sight. After all, what happened yesterday, most of the residents on Koro Island were immersed in panic and sadness, and most of them chose to ask for leave to reduce travel the next day.

The ship was steady on the shore.

About fifty vigorous figures. Step off the ship in an orderly manner.

The ship came from West Africa and traveled halfway around the world.

Stand shoulder to shoulder with Ivan on the high ground next to the port. Jiang Chen squinted his eyes and watched the soldiers loyal to him land.

"These fifty people are the most capable guys. They fought against the Tuareg guerrillas when they were training in Niger. But seriously. Do you really need to bring your equipment?" Ivan asked Jiang Chen asked.

"No, 'our ammunition' has already been transported to the warehouse by me." Jiang Chen replied succinctly.

Ivan glanced at Jiang Chen in surprise.

The ammunition had already been transported into the warehouse, but he didn't realize it at all. The boss's supernatural powers once again refreshed his cognition.

"Then when will the action start?" Ivan asked briefly.

"You can start when you are ready."

Hearing this, the corner of Ivan's mouth raised a slightly cruel grin.

"That's all right now."

Jiang Chen smiled, and threw the key to warehouse No. 3 into Ivan's hand.

"Well, I leave it to you."

After saying that, Jiang Chen turned and left.

Watching Jiang Chen's back, Ivan stood at attention and gave a silent military salute.

 …

Counting the 15 people who arrived earlier, the number of mercenaries of the Future Security Company that has landed on the Panu Islands has reached 65, which is almost equivalent to half of the combat power of the Future Security Company.

There were no armored vehicles, and no tanks.

But Jiang Chen prepared more high-end gadgets for them - mechanical exoskeletons, and drones.

Before returning to the real world, Jiang Chen almost emptied the mechanical exoskeletons stored in the fishbone base, and even moved the exoskeletons that had just come off the production line to the real world. Wang Qing was still very surprised by this, she didn't know what Jiang Chen wanted to do by transporting all these things to the villa.

But Jiang Chen naturally wouldn't explain it to her.

After opening the container in No. 3 warehouse, Ivan greeted the captains of each team, and distributed each mechanical exoskeleton to the soldiers of their respective teams. At the training base in Niger, Jiang Chen had left two sets of mechanical exoskeletons. Everyone present had practiced using these exoskeletons, so there were no obstacles when wearing them.

Wearing a mechanical exoskeleton inlaid with polyethylene bulletproof plates and holding streamlined Ripper rifles, groups of soldiers with a sense of science fiction walked out of the warehouse.

The sixty-four people will be divided into eight squads to carry out combat missions under the command of Ivan. All combat instructions will be deployed through the tablet terminal in Ivan's hands, and will be fed back to each captain's tactical helmet in real time.

Eight converted vans are the only vehicles used to store ammunition and drone control terminals.

In addition to these eight infantry squads, fifty hummingbird drones participated in the battle. In the modern world where small-scale EMP weapons do not exist, this kind of palm-sized attack drone has almost no natural enemies.

This is destined to be an asymmetric war, just like the government army crushed the rebel army yesterday.

From arming to queuing up to departure, it only took ten minutes in total.

Standing at the door of the warehouse, Zhang Yaping quietly watched the dust raised by the eight bread trucks, and remained silent for a long time.

When Iwan, who was Jiang Chen's "bodyguard", began to command these mercenaries, he roughly guessed the identities of these mercenaries.

Walking to Zhang Yaping's side, Jiang Chen said with a smile, "I'm glad you made the right choice."

"Really? Maybe it's the worst choice." Zhang Yaping said in a soliloquy voice.

"It depends on your perspective." Jiang Chen said softly.

"oh?"

"Imagine. Until today, you are still a group of underground party members surviving under the search of government forces. And after today, I will put you on the throne." Jiang Chen exaggeratedly opened his arms and smiled. .

"But this so-called 'throne' is just your puppet, am I right?" Zhang Yaping smiled bitterly.

Seeing how sensible he was, Jiang Chen smiled happily.

Looking playfully into the eyes of the future president, he spoke.

"That's right. But without me, you wouldn't even be puppets." (To be continued.) () "I Have a Suite in the End Times" only represents the author Chenxing LL's point of view. If it is found that its content violates national laws and conflicts Please delete the content, and the position is only committed to providing a healthy and green reading platform. 【】,thank you all!

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