Volume Six [Tigers Are Strong even at Sea] NO.273 Warmongers
no.273 Warmongers’ War
A lion fights a rabbit with all his strength, and a tiger catches an ox with just one pounce.
If a lion is a king with power, then a tiger is a lonely knight. From an emperor to a pawn, it is its prey. If it is hungry...
"Let's get straight to the point."
His Chinese is difficult to pronounce, and he is so clean that it makes people think he is only wearing gold-rimmed glasses. His aquiline nose also seems to symbolize a kind of power and violence at the bottom. A pair of green pupils that resemble wild cats, which makes people see aggression.
Violence, wantonness...
Like Zhang Bi, Garret Jackson's hands were never clean. Like Zhang Bi, he never claimed to be a good person. He worked in the Navy for twenty-two years, and in the early days there were only six "seals" serving him.
, but what about now? From 1999 to now, he has more than 4,000 people under his command, as well as a large number of peripheral intelligence personnel numbering in the tens of millions. More than half of the countries in the world will provide him with some level of intelligence.
services, and even has access to 75 percent of all military bases in the United States of America around the world.
If America must have a king, Gary Jackson is one. His Blackwater Company is a kingdom, he is the king, entrusted to the huge and more powerful United States, and the Pope is the American government.
However, the person sitting opposite him is also a king. Above the Salween River, his name is Heaven. His orders may affect the future of 8.75 million people in the Salween River Basin at any time. He
One of his thoughts may lead to the collapse or unification of the entire Burma, and one of his anger may lead to the collapse of the entire Southeast Asia.
"Well, let me hear it, Mr. Jackson."
Zhang Jiahu took off his sunglasses and put them casually in his jacket pocket. Almost at the same time, there were a total of twenty-two people on both sides, eleven on each side, and they took out high-density synthetic material pistols.
, the sound of rattling sounded, safety, loading, aiming... fierce breathing sounds, a group of the strongest, bravest and most skilled men on the planet faced off in the room.
Garret Jackson's eyelids shrank slightly. He should have shrunk. This seems to be the only way to avoid the detectors at the Victoria Concert Hall and enter with weapons. Of course, for many people, this is
This kind is the most effective and can best reflect power.
King Blackwater loves it all.
But he doesn't like others to have it either.
"You are very smart, Chinese."
No matter what happened to Garrett Jackson, when he picked up a glass of martini on the table and said Chinese in his mouth, he already recognized the warlord of the small Southeast Asian country in front of him.
Having such a guy on the Indo-China Peninsula is really not a blessing, for... the United States.
"Each other."
An American with gray hair but still looking at him like a wolf, and a Chinese with sharp eyes and a strong spirit.
The age gap does not show any difference in experience or ability in this box. Strength is only recognized by strength. On the dark side of this blue planet, their fierce fight is probably far beyond people's imagination.
For money, the Jews would rather destroy their country and family. But they still have Wall Street.
If warlords, arms dealers, and warmongers can be considered a race, then war zones and fire lines are their playgrounds and hometowns.
"Stop providing weapons of mass destruction to the Aceh Free Liberation Army."
Putting down the martini, in fact Garey Jackson didn't like the taste of this wine. He missed the vodka brewed from the corn of the Volga River. He once had a bottle of vodka from 1968, which was a bottle of trophy.
Obtained from Soviet agents in Cuba.
"Make an offer."
Zhang Ben looked at Gareth Jackson with no expression on his face.
The meeting between the two of them was an accident, but this accident is also inevitable. They will meet anyway. If everyone is walking in the dark world, each has a thread to hold it, and there is a huge reliance on it. Fighting
, it will not stop. It is not a problem if one side falls, because there will always be dark forces to support them. They may not be as lawful and neutral as them. They may be evil lunatics who think about racial destruction every day, or they may only do sit-ins and demonstrations.
Fool..
"One hundred million dollars."
Lighting the cigar, Gary Jackson, the old and cunning Caucasian, leaned back, sizzling the cigarette butt, squinting his eyes, the green pupils reflected red light and the figure of Zhang Bi, he wanted to know
, where is the bottom line of this Chinese person? In other words, as a "big man" who is already famous in the world, he cannot bear to have a young monster who rose to power in just three years to be equal in front of him.
In 1920, the strength of the United States had surpassed that of the United Kingdom, but... it would be twenty years before they had the same status as the British Empire.
Time is the greatest reliance.
"Are you telling me to reduce it by fifty percent?"
Zhang Bi is still expressionless. No one knows what he is thinking. In the mind of the white man opposite him, he may be an arrogant yellow-skinned monkey who deserves a beating. Of course, this monkey is a bit strong and can even subdue the jaguar Bonis.
Already.
"I have a question."
Gareth Jackson became interested. He looked at Zhang Bi with a smile: "I wonder which one do you think is more powerful, a lion or a tiger?"
"I heard that tigers have a big heart, and if lions appear in the tiger's hunting area, then the offspring of the tigers in that area will grow to be 20 to 30 percent larger than the lions, and...will they...
Kill the lioness, the cubs in different days... and finally kill the most arrogant and powerful male lion. Although the male lion's mane is very arrogant, as long as there is a temptation, the tiger will understand that this is a kind of
Prey that can be used as dinner, like black bears, brown bears..."
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Sizzling, sizzling...
The cigar smoke is burning, the martini is motionless in the crystal glass, and the majestic sound effect of the concert is coming. At this moment, the classic background music from Pirates of the Caribbean is playing...
Garret Jackson's expression was slightly sinister, the corners of his mouth curved, and he smiled silently.
"I am surprised by your courage and courage, and also by your knowledge, but I want to know... what do you want? For China? The Han nationality? Or the rise of the nation and the rejuvenation of the country? Or do you want power and supremacy?
Even your reputation after death? Do you want to be remembered in the history books?"
He spoke alternately in Chinese and English, and the joking and disdain in his eyes revealed his ridicule of Zhang Bi, a passionate young man with overflowing nationalism? The King of Blackwater would not believe this. He had seen countless passionate people.
Young people, but all of them compromise in the face of the cruelty of reality.
Muslims, fanatical cultists, and brainwashed warlords and boy scouts. When they don’t see how big the world is, they all arrogantly think that they will become the cornerstone of the future world empire. Yes, they are the cornerstone, but they are the modern Rome of the United States.
The cornerstone of the empire, the cornerstone of glory. On Wall Street, tickets may be issued by Jews, but Washington is printed on the dollar.
The United States, the United States of America, the United States of America, the largest, most powerful and wealthy empire in human history... No one has been able to challenge his qualifications, let alone defeat him.
However, the Pacific Ocean is huge, so it is no surprise what is on the other side of the ocean.
Garret Jackson has seen countless Chinese nationalists who are more fanatical than Zhang Bi. However, isn't it true that the higher one is in a high position and the closer one is to the extreme power of the dark world, the more one should be afraid of the huge legions and fearless phalanxes of the Roman Empire?
"Mr. Jackson."
Zhang Bi actually crossed his hands, swung his left leg, and raised it on the knee of his right leg. He put his hands in front of him and looked at Gareth Jackson who was smoking a cigar: "I don't know if you have heard of such a thing in our country.
Raise people.”
"What kind of person are you? I saw your expression and I was very curious."
Garret Jackson squinted his eyes. The ten bodyguards behind him were all ruthless killers, the most capable and reliable fighters. He knew that Zhang Bi was very powerful, but precisely because Zhang Bi was so powerful, Garret Jackson believed that Zhang Bi would do it.
Knowing how powerful these people are, the twenty arms holding guns are always facing each other in the air, hanging in the air. Above the heads of Zhang Bi and Gareth Jackson, Ru Lin's arms, twenty
A pistol...
"They are Chinese, but they attack China, and the reasons are... First, China is not number one in the world. Second, China is not number one in the world in everything. Third, even if China is number one in the world, it is ruthless and ruthless.
The first in the free world."
Zhang Ben looked at Gareth Jackson, raised three fingers, and then suddenly curved his lips and said with a smile: "People like this really yearn for the United States, which is number one in the world. Maybe you can take them in? For me.
Save some bullets?".
"snort."
Zhang Jiahu sneered: "You see, even for Chinese people of this level, their reasons for attacking are also... surprising. Isn't it? And I am slightly different from them, because I know that with me
One person cannot do that, but I believe that I can make the weak countries around me collapse, the strong countries become weak, the big countries are in civil strife, and the small countries are struggling... Power? I have it, and I can have more. Wealth? Your 100 million
I want the U.S. dollars. I also want the savings of Southeast Asian idiots. If one day, the Iraqis invite us to be their 'bodyguards', I dare you to ask for that money. Mr. Jackson, you know what I am.
Are you that kind of person?"
"You are very extreme. I have seen many such people in the Soviet Union, but it is a pity that there are too few people who have survived from that era to the present. Many people who have more power and wealth than you have died."
Gary Jackson seemed calm and said casually.
He was observing Zhang Bi, but in addition to his stiff expression, there was also a kind of arrogance. This arrogance was not brainless, but filled with an evil chaos that was not afraid of death. He was now
Evil, Gary Jackson feels that he is negotiating with Satan, but who knows, if the person sitting opposite is Satan, he himself is not an angel...
"Death is scary, isn't it? So many people are afraid to die. However, this is such a perfect nature. People's right to survive is very important, because no one wants to die. So, no matter how powerful the warrior is and a humble
Are cowards, in a sense, all the same? They all fear death."
"Maybe you're not afraid?"
Garret Jackson asked back. The cigar was half burned, but twenty-two minutes had passed.
The concert was so fascinating and exciting, with the Washington Orchestra, a huge band, the most elite playing, and the most powerful and beautiful movements.
"You and I are both warmongers."
Zhang Bi said suddenly.
"Not bad. Of course."
Garret Jackson, the old bobcat, nodded. He seemed to not want to smoke the cigar anymore and put it out in the ashtray. The twenty pistols were still hanging there, with the aim above his head motionless.
The head and eyebrows of the person opposite are right in the center of the target.
"If warmongers start a war, one of the biggest characteristics is..." Garey Jackson suddenly laughed and looked at Zhang Bi.
"Infinite ammunition."
Zhang Bi continued what he said.
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"But in such a beautiful and majestic music atmosphere, it would be a bit unsettling if the discussion is just about a war. Maybe you can tell me what your bargaining chip is?"
Garrett Jackson... gave in.
Even though he seemed very impressive on the surface, at that moment, the king of the Blackwater Kingdom had to give in.
He will not choose an all-out war, a war between two arms dealers and warmongers. There should be no unreasonable war between evil and evil. The dark side of the world is filled with the most naked and majestic evil.
Interest, wealth, power.
Zhang Ben is not a "anti-Qing restoration" man who speaks morally but is extremely weak, and Gareth Jackson is not a Jew who works in suits and ties on Wall Street and distributes admission tickets to countless young American economists. All they have are cannonballs, guns, and explosives.
, and the empire behind it that is so huge that 99% of the people in the world feel extremely pressured.
That's right, no matter what system, race, or era, the world's struggle will always be in the form of empire. The former Soviet Union was an empire, and the United States was also an empire. It fell, rose, and went crazy. People should be thankful that the Soviet people did not go berserk.
Instead, they just let the vested interests of those countries carve up the former Soviet Union. Their crazy feast did not need a world war to embellish it, so at that time, the warmongers did not have many choices.
But now, another empire rises, and there may be war, but at least until then, enjoy peace, if you are still alive.
"My 100 million U.S. dollars, the heads of the people on the Alnwick, the withdrawal of the multinational forces of the Union of Myanmar... You'd better tell your pope that I, a pagan, like to go crazy, and if there is a war, I will accompany you at any time."
Zhang Jiahu is not joking. If someone wants to destroy his tens of billions of wealth and make the entire prosperous land of Myanmar a place of war and smoke, he does not care whether he drags the United States into a turmoil and the killing must be subsided.
, only killing, toughness and toughness, only fragmentation..
Blackwater King Garret Jackson sneered: "I will inform you of your arrogance, but this war... was started by you."
"Then, I'll wait and see."
At this moment, the majestic sound effects in the concert hall are blowing against our faces, just like the sea breeze of the Strait of Malacca. It would be great if one day a fleet with red flags comes and goes here. For now, it is better to leave quietly.
Those who stayed and those who left did not look back for a second time. The back was so majestic and powerful that the security personnel around them all looked sideways. However, the Li family and his son, who did not dare to move in the Ministry of National Development Building, really
He felt the pressure clearly. He could mobilize the army. Tens of thousands of Singaporean troops were on standby at any time, but he did not dare to move. Just on the other side of the Singapore River, the negotiations between the two warmongers were taking place in a peaceful music event.
He didn't even know what the other party was talking about.
The white-haired old man Li picked up the phone and put it down tremblingly. He took off his glasses tremblingly and his lips were trembling. It turns out that everyone in this world has a timid side, even if they stand at the pinnacle of power.
in this way.
As Zhang Bi and others left the concert hall and disappeared into Benjamin Hills Bridge, the Lis and his sons let out a long sigh of relief after confirming again and again.
"Father... why can't we move this person?"
"Don't ask, we can't touch this person, and it's not Singapore that can touch us. Our existence is the result of having both sides. We can buy it with money, or we can use money to silence us, but remember, don't fight, it's meaningless.
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Wiping the sweat from his forehead, it stands to reason that a small warmonger will not make him feel like a powerful enemy, but the facts are all there, and there is nothing to say. Myanmar is in chaos, and one person's power brings disaster to a country. Southeast Asia is said to be frightened.
It's not an exaggeration.
It is not as vigorous as the American support, but it has its own set of methods of killing and subverting. This is terrible, because no one understands and understands these rules. Such people cannot turn a blind eye or listen.
The old man Li knows how to protect himself. He can pick up the phone and talk, but he can also put down the phone and pretend not to know. As long as Singapore is still there, the surname Li will not be changed. It will still be Li Jiapo and will not belong to anyone else.
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"It seems that things are getting more and more difficult."
Zhang Ben looked ahead. The propeller of the small plane made a fierce sound. Mark said from the side: "There is nothing tricky or difficult."
As Master Po Jun spoke, his expression became more determined and solemn.
After the concert, Garey Jackson, who was still surrounded by people in front and behind, made a phone call: "The negotiations have broken down, and the lion can come out, as he wishes."