Chapter 816 Trojan Horse

Dragging the seawater desalination platform snatched from the star ring trade, the armed and modified ship slowly sailed to the port at the northwest corner of Madagascar.

At the end of the jungle and the mountains, there stands a fortress that does not match the poverty of Madagascar. Inside the tall concrete wall, there are dozens of Birds, Black Hawks, and even Apache gunships parked. In addition, the number of 1114 and 23 infantry fighting vehicles parked in the garage even exceeds that of many US military bases overseas.

There is also the Patriot 3 missile launch vehicle hidden by the cover, which shows the military and political influence of Arrowhead Company.

Such a terrifying armed force can easily overthrow a small country, and it is simply not like the combat power that ordinary private military contractors may have.

It is precisely because of its own strength that the U.S. government fears that even if the Freemasonry has a good influence in the U.S. political circles, their military bases can only be built overseas, such as backward Africa, or chaotic South America or something like that.

The freighter entered the port, and the officer wearing a desert-colored military cap walked down the lowered stairs from the freighter. On the edge of the port, a balding middle-aged man in a suit stretched out his hand from a long distance, and happily greeted him.

"Hahaha, welcome, Colonel Ferrer."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Evans." Ferrer held the extended hand and solemnly shook it up and down.

Judging from the expression on the colonel's face, he was very respectful to this Mr. Evans.

This deference is not due to social status, but is bound by an older class.

In Freemasonry, lower-ranking members must address their superiors as mentors. Although in modern times, this regulation has not been so strictly enforced, only in the gatherings within the Freemasonry, people will use the ancient honorific title of mentor.

But this does not prevent Fei Luner from respecting the old gentleman in front of him.

As an ordinary member of the Freemasonry, Fei Luner's level is only 3 degrees. But the old man in a suit standing opposite him had the number 32 engraved on the ring on his right hand, which was only one level away from the highest level of 33 in the Scottish pie.

Engineers boarded the ship and unloaded the desalination platform from the back of the consignment vessel.

Evans didn't seem to be bothering, and pulled Ferrer aside with an easy smile, handing him a cigar and lighting one for himself.

"Our motherland has a long and narrow coastline,

But there is an extreme lack of fresh water. We have negotiated with the people of Gaoxin Danshui, but they are extremely stingy with valuable technology, and we are very disappointed. "

The old country here refers to Israel, of course.

Speaking of being disappointed here, Evans blew out the smoke ring, grinned, and reached out to pat Ferrer on the shoulder.

"Fortunately, we have a group of brave fellows. The Future Group will soon regret rejecting us."

"Zayd is doomed. I'm afraid we have to find someone to do our dirty work again." Ferrer grinned.

Someone must bear the anger of the Future Group. Neither Evans nor Ferrer believed that they dared to attack the Freemasons. Then the only people that the Future Group could retaliate against were Somali pirates.

But then again, it is not certain whether Jiang Chen can find out who is behind the scenes.

Thinking of this, Evans smiled.

After shaking the cigar, 1 inch of ash fell on the edge of the shoe. Evans puffed out the smoke ring, and looked in the direction of the desalination platform with eagle-like eyes.

"Zayd won't survive tomorrow night. Mossad's people will take action to take away his hideout in Somalia, and then wait for him to come to his door. As long as the insider Zayed dies, the credit for suppressing the bandits will be given to him." The Somali government and the Future Group will never find any flaws."

"One month later, Mediterranean Freshwater will go public in New York and officially open up the market in the Middle East. We will use our influence in the oil market to snatch freshwater's market share from the eastern coast of the Mediterranean Sea to the Persian Gulf region from Gaoxin Freshwater."

Looking forward to a bright future, Evans twitched a smile, and then looked at Fei Luner next to him.

"Speaking of which, have you inspected the goods?"

"Not yet, but this is equipment shipped directly to the Red Sea for deployment, so there shouldn't be any quality problems." Ferrer laughed.

"Deploy it first. Anyway, I heard that this thing is very convenient to move." Evans grinned and pointed at the position by the pier. He was about to say something to the soldiers next to him, but he was soon caught The light caught the eye.

On the sea not far away, the offshore platform began to glow.

Like a solid light, leaking from the gap of the mechanical shell, even if it is hundreds of meters away, you can feel the heat of the tearing skin.

The steel was melted into molten iron, and the armored vehicles and helicopters all faded under the strong light. The cement peeled off from the steel skeleton and collapsed like an avalanche.

It is said that at the moment of death, the time of that second will be infinitely lengthened until the consciousness is completely wiped out.

In the moment before losing consciousness, Evans seemed to see the sunrise.

The so-called bright future was blown to ashes together with the cigar between the fingers in the halo of the sunrise.

The shock wave swept across the forest, turning everything green into black.

On the clear sea, a cloud of mushrooms rose

"Zizi, this is Crow 1, we have reached the sky above Mayotte. It's dark here, only sporadic fires"

"Got it, it's landing."

After Jiang Chen and others evacuated, four transport helicopters took off from the air base of the Republic of Madagascar and flew over Mayotte Island.

All communication channels were cut off. When they learned that the entire island of Mayotte had lost contact, the officials in Madagascar thought it was a joke. After all, the incident happened late at night, and the problem sounded a bit unbelievable.

It wasn't until time passed that various departments realized the paralyzed "toe" and sent troops to the island to investigate the situation.

Army soldiers landed in the slums by transport helicopter, but saw devastated scenes.

The walls are full of bullet holes, traces of explosives, and blood everywhere. Most of them belong to the local black forces and mercenaries of the Arrowhead Military Company, and of course some belong to civilians in the slums.

"It's pirates! They attacked us!" The black boy who was rescued shouted in shock.

His arms were bloodied by stray bullets, and his thighs had deep bony scars as he was carried on a stretcher.

The scene was chaotic, with cries and shouts. The rescue troops who landed first were overwhelmed. While reporting the situation to the headquarters and asking for support, they were treating the wounded still to be rescued.

"Ah!"

"Hold on, buddy, you'll be fine"

"My legs! Ah!"

"Whoever still has a bandage, pass me one! Quick!"

At the same time, in the presidential palace of Madagascar, officials from various departments were in chaos. President Rajona put on a suit over his pajamas, and rushed to the office. The president was anxiously contacting the people from Arrowhead, but there was always a busy tone on the phone.

Rajona hung up the phone harshly.

At this time, the Minister of Electricity of Madagascar came in.

"A large-scale power outage occurred in Mayotte! According to the diagnosis of the accident, various circuits have been burned to varying degrees. As for the cause of the burn, it is currently unclear"

"Continue to check!"

"Yes!" Seeing that the president was in a bad mood, the Minister of Electric Power didn't dare to say much. After nodding, he immediately turned around and prepared to go out.

"etc!"

After the Minister of Electricity was stopped, he asked anxiously.

"Anything else to order?"

"Call me the Secretary of Defense"

At this moment, the door was pushed open abruptly, and the Minister of Defense trotted in with his belt untied, looked at Rajona in a panic, and stammered.

"nuclear"

"What the hell?" Rajona frowned.

The black face twisted into a ball, and the Minister of Defense said that sentence incoherently with an expression that was about to cry.

"Yes, it's nuclear, nuclear weapons! The northern part of Madagascar has been attacked by tactical nuclear weapons!" To be continued.

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