The top executives of the Baoxin Overseas Group were sitting in a row. Chen Xia sat at the head and listened to the executives reporting on the company's status. Chen Sanjin was basically in a semi-decentralized state now, except that the overall direction of the Baoxin Department was in his hands.
In addition, the entire huge business empire has basically been handed over to Chen Xia, so she spends half of her time flying around and the other half of her time dealing with group affairs.
"Bah!" Chen Xia was turning the pen in her hand and lowering her head to listen to the report of a certain vice president below. The pen in her hand suddenly fell on the table. Suddenly, the conference room fell into silence.
Chen Xia put her hand on her chest and her face turned pale. Just for a moment, she suddenly felt a palpitation in her heart, and her heart hurt.
Seeing this, the assistant at the back quickly stepped forward and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Chen, what's wrong?"
Chen Xia frowned and shook his head. After taking a few breaths, although the palpitating feeling had disappeared, he still felt a little inexplicably irritable.
At this time, the morning in New York is exactly eleven o'clock at midnight in China!
"Sorry, please go out and discuss it yourself first." Chen Xia took the phone from the assistant and walked out of the conference room quickly. In the corridor, she first called her family members one by one, from Chen Sanjin to Wang Linzhu and Chen Dong, as well as several of her own
I think he is a more important person to her.
Everyone will have some kind of inexplicable feeling. This feeling is also called the sixth sense. This sixth sense is a very complicated thing. You can’t explain what it is, but it often makes people inexplicable.
Judgment of certain things, and what happened is extremely accurate.
Chen Xia had heart palpitations and irritability for no reason. Her most direct feeling was that something happened to someone she cared about very much, so she called a few people one by one who she thought were the most important to her.
, but after contacting these people, there was no problem.
Chen Xia held the phone and continued to frown. When she wanted to return to the conference room, she had one more phone call she had not made, but this person was also the one she thought would be least likely to cause problems.
After hesitating for a moment, Chen Xia finally called Xiang Que. After a few minutes, he called three times and kept getting the message that he couldn't get through. After thinking about it, Chen Xia called Wang Xuanzhen again, but the result was the same.
Standing at the door of the conference room, Chen Xia put her hands in her pockets and thought about it for a while before contacting Yang Feier.
"Xia'er, why are you calling me so late? Aren't you supposed to be in the United States now?" Yang Feier's voice on the phone was a little lazy, as if she was woken up by the phone.
"Well, I'm still in the United States. Is Fatty Fei'er with you?"
"No, he went to the capital with Xiang Que the day before yesterday, and I was still at home."
"Oh...they are together" Chen Xia paused, then asked: "Have you ever called him on the phone?"
"I beat him once yesterday, but not yet today. If you say that, then I have to educate him. Today's ideological work has not been reported yet. It needs to be sorted out."
"He and Xiang Que can't be contacted now," Chen Xia suddenly interrupted.
Yang Feier suddenly sat up and asked: "Sister Chen Xia, what do you mean?"
"I called both of them but couldn't get through."
"Well, maybe there is no power, poor signal or something," Yang Feier said very reasonably.
Chen Xia paused for a moment with a confused expression. The irritability in her heart had not disappeared. She then continued: "Okay, you contact Fatty Wang first, and I will handle the matter here."
"Squeak!" After hanging up the phone, Chen Xia pushed open the door of the conference room, walked in and said directly to the waiting executives: "This meeting is over, you can handle it on your own... I told you to go down and prepare the plane.
I want to go back to my country”
A distant foreign country, Iraq.
A dilapidated pickup truck, with a Gatling heavy machine gun mounted on the back compartment. Two people were chatting with cigarettes in their mouths. There were also three people sitting in the car. The co-pilot was holding an AK47.
The driver and the driver had a stern face and a dusty face. All four of them were wearing uniform green camouflage clothes. Some of the blood on them had dried. The pickup truck was covered with dense bullet holes. It looked terrible, as if it was about to fall apart at any time.
Same, the car was driving bumpily on the dilapidated road.
Twenty minutes later, the pickup truck drove into a simple base and stopped in front of a wooden building. The door opened with a bang and four people jumped out.
"Xiao Liang, Zhang Xiaolong and the others go back and rest. I'll go up and report the situation." The man who got off the driver's seat ordered and turned around and walked into the wooden building.
Outside a room on the second floor, Wang Kunlun knocked on the door and walked in. He stood upright and saluted a foreign man in his forties sitting on a wicker chair opposite.
Standard Military Salute: "Report"
"Wang Kunlun, are you back?" The typical European man sitting on the chair did not expect that he would actually speak a fluent ordinary man. He stood up, patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Returning in triumph? It depends on you.
The situation should be going well.”
"Total annihilation of a small group of fifteen rebel soldiers. The weapons and equipment are too crude and there is no challenge." Wang Kunlun said calmly.
"That's because you are very capable. Since you came to Syria to join us, your performance has been brilliant. You have never made any mistakes on missions, and your performance is no worse than those of professional soldiers. After this mission, you will rest for a few days, a week."
Then we will take action before setting off.”
A few months ago, Wang Kunlun, Xiaoliang, Decheng, Zhang Xiaolong and Gao Yong left China and went all the way from Thailand to Iraq to join a mercenary organization. This organization was hired by the Iraqi government to help them eliminate all insurgents.
The five of them have been living in the war since then.
This is the path Wang Kunlun has set for himself to take to kill the god. This path is definitely not possible in the country. If you want to take it, you have to go to places that are in the flames of war.
The war-torn Iraq is undoubtedly the most suitable place.
Coming out of the building, Wang Kunlun walked toward his residence with a cigarette in his mouth and his hands behind his back. Along the way, many mercenaries in the base greeted Wang Kunlun. Even those who couldn't understand the language nodded and smiled. This was a kind of
Respect on the battlefield has nothing to do with race or gender. It is a very unique bond between comrades.
Wang Kunlun and Xiao Liangzi were respected because of the several battles they fought after joining the mercenary organization. During these missions, the five of them always charged forward with extraordinary strength. Although they were not professional soldiers, they
However, their combat qualities are no worse than those of orthodox soldiers, and they have never made any mistakes when performing missions.
On the battlefield, a reliable comrade will undoubtedly save your life at certain times, while a cheating teammate will naturally harm your life sometimes.
Undoubtedly, Wang Kunlun and his five-person team belong to the former group, which is reassuring. This is where respect comes from.
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