Chapter 352: The splendor of the heroic hero in the East. It takes away the sleepiness in the sky and awakens the bright glow in the four corners.
In an instant, the sun rose above the horizon, and the brilliant sunlight illuminated the earth and everyone's faces.
After working at the beach all night, no one was tired at all. Looking at the rising sun, smiles quietly appeared on their faces.
The light shines on the earth, and it is a brand new day. The past has been dusted, and new life is about to begin.
On the narrow and long beach of Cutthroat Island, there were more than 30 wooden rafts neatly placed. The more than 200 paratroopers stood beside the wooden rafts, bathing in the warm sunshine, they smiled so calmly,
So calm. Because their hearts are as open as the sky now. The moment they sit on the raft, their lives will wave goodbye to the sad and gloomy past and turn a page full of sunshine again.
Following Ye Feng's order, the paratroopers all pushed the raft towards the sea, towards the future they had long awaited.
Hundreds of boats compete with each other and thousands of sails are sailing, but the one who takes advantage of the sea and sails ahead will be the first.
More than thirty wooden rafts circled Cutthroat Island and headed northwest quickly. Madeira Island, 32 kilometers to the northwest, was everyone's destination and a transit point for everyone to go home.
Not long after sailing on the sea, the paratroopers on the raft at the front suddenly turned around and gestured to the raft at the rear. They spread the news to ten and hundreds. After a while, the news reached the boat where Ye Feng and others were riding.
On the raft.
"There are five ships in the distance, heading towards us quickly." As a veteran special operations elite, Liehuo naturally understood the meaning of this gesture and hurriedly told everyone.
"What kind of ship is it? A French warship." Van Gogh said worriedly.
"The fog is too thick and I can't see clearly." Li Huo raised his telescope and observed a few small black spots in the distance attentively. "It doesn't look like a warship, it should be a fishing boat."
At this moment, the paratrooper on the wooden platoon in front turned around again and made a gesture.
In the vast white mist, more than a dozen small black dots appeared. Those small black dots were moving rapidly, getting bigger little by little. After a while, the outline of the ship could be vaguely seen.
"More than a dozen boats are coming." Liehuo observed the sailing routes of the dozen boats with concentration, and said puzzledly. "These boats look like fishing boats, but why do they come to us invariably?"
It’s coming.”
Just when everyone was wondering, more than ten fishing boats had surrounded more than thirty wooden rafts.
It was a relaxing and joyful trip home, but something unexpected happened suddenly, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.
Previously on Cutthroat Island, the more than 200 paratroopers had squandered all their ammunition in order to vent their anger, so when they left Cutthroat Island, they no longer carried those guns. At this time, they realized that something was not right.
, so they all pulled out the last weapon they had on them, more than two hundred paratrooper knives, which flashed with dazzling white light in the sun. For a time, the atmosphere at the scene heated up sharply and became a bit tense.
Although the dozen or so fishing boats strangely surrounded the wooden raft that everyone was riding on, the people on the fishing boats did not take any further action. They were seen standing on the deck looking around, as if they were looking for something.
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The raft stopped moving forward, which made Wolid feel very depressed. She suddenly picked up the AK47 assault rifle and muttered angrily, "What do these fishermen want to do?"
Ye Feng stretched out his hand to hold down the AK47 assault rifle in Wo Lid's hand, and said calmly, "Don't be impatient. Let's take a look first."
At this moment, a fishing boat quickly approached the raft where Ye Feng and others were riding. When it was seven or eight meters away from the raft, the fishing boat stopped. A dark-faced middle-aged man stepped onto the deck.
, looked at Ye Feng on the raft and said with a smile.
"Mr. Ye, it's a pleasure to meet you. I am Conceicao, the regional director of the Holy Cross in Madeira. On the order of President Peter, I am here to greet you and welcome you to Madeira."
"Hell's wind, how come you have colluded with the Holy Cross?" Wo Lid rolled her eyes at Ye Feng, angrily pulled out the AK47 assault rifle from Ye Feng's hands, and then pointed the gun at Consicao on the fishing boat.
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"It's a long story, so don't be impulsive." Ye Feng once again reached out and pressed down the AK47 assault rifle in Wo Lid's hand. "The Holy Cross Society is currently undergoing changes. It seems that it wants to return to the mainstream and reintegrate into society.
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"Hmph." Wolid put down the AK47 assault rifle reluctantly and said coldly. "They are them, you are you. You can't change your mind about what you promised me."
Ye Feng smiled calmly and said, "Don't worry, my eldest lady, I will definitely send Muhammad's cloak back to the Middle East."
"That's pretty much it." Wolide turned from anger to joy, curled her lips, and said teasingly. "Okay, go and ask that guy what he wants to do, and don't block us from going home if you have nothing to do."
Ye Feng turned around, faced the fishing boat, and said, "Director Consicao, I don't know what the matter is that you came to see me for."
"Mr. Ye, please don't be nervous. We have no ill intentions. We just want to escort you to Madeira safely." Consicario smiled lightly, then turned to the subordinates next to him and ordered. "Inform all ships.
Let them bring the prepared food and drinking water to the raft immediately."
Following Conceicao's order, people on the dozens of fishing boats stepped onto the deck one after another and used hanging baskets to deliver large packages of food to the rafts.
The situation changed rapidly. Seeing that the other party was only here to deliver food, the paratroopers immediately became relaxed and took back their paratrooper knives. Some even jumped on the fishing boat and carried the food with the fishermen on the boat.
"What kind of singing is this from the Holy Cross?" Thor took out a few bags of food from the package and said in confusion.
"Perhaps they have discovered their conscience and want to do some charity activities to accumulate merit." Van Gogh glanced at the food in Thor's hand, and suddenly his eyes lit up. He grabbed a bag of food from Thor's hand and smiled.
He said, "Madeira grilled fish fillets and meat skewers, hehe, the Holy Cross Society is really generous. These are the precious specialties of Madeira Island, and it is difficult to buy them even if you want to eat them."
"Foodie, just eat it, be careful and you may get poisoned and die." Wo Lid mocked.
Van Gogh, who was enjoying his meal, was suddenly startled, and then coughed violently. "Miss, don't scare me, I've already eaten two pieces of grilled fish fillet."
Ye Feng laughed and said, "Don't worry, there should be no problem with these foods."
"That's right." Liehuo reached out and patted Van Gogh on the back and said with a smile. "If they want to take action against us, just rely on their familiarity with the nearby waters to lay some mines or mount a machine gun on the speedboat.
If they charge back and forth for a few rounds, they will beat us into a panic. Besides, didn't you just say that these grilled fish fillets and meat skewers are precious specialties of Madeira Island? If they want to poison us,
For us, we can just poison the bread and drinking water, and there is no need to spend such a huge cost."
"Forget it, I won't eat it." Van Gogh spit out the fish in his mouth and put the grilled fish fillet back into the package. "When we get to Madeira, I will go to the store to buy it. Hehe,
I haven’t gone on a shopping spree for a long time, and this time, I want to show the people of Madeira the style of our Algerian oil businessmen.”
After distributing the food, the dozen or so fishing boats automatically moved out of the way and lined up on both sides. In this way, thirty wooden rafts, escorted by more than a dozen fishing boats, rushed to Madeira Island in a mighty manner.
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After landing, seeing that everyone was eager to return home, Conceicao did not try to persuade them to stay, and directly asked people to drive them to Madeira Airport.
As soon as he arrived at the airport, Van Gogh, the nouveau riche among the nouveau riche, immediately erupted.
Van Gogh led more than 30 paratroopers and rushed into the airport food store. After lightly tapping a check, he looted the food store. After delivering the whole box of food to the lounge,
Van Gogh came to the booking center again, filled out a check with great ease, and then, under the astonished gaze of the airport service supervisor, he chartered an Airbus A380 passenger plane with a smile as a gift for himself, Thor, and the two hundred
Several paratroopers returned to Algeria on a special plane. Later, Van Gogh proudly booked a luxury first-class ticket for Ye Feng and others.
When the planes left Madeira Airport one by one, Ye Feng also boarded the plane. Unlike everyone else, Ye Feng did not fly directly back to Tianjing, but chose to fly to Paris, France.
The purpose of Ye Feng's trip was still for Rebecca. Although Rebecca had been successfully rescued from the Granma cruise ship, Rebecca was troubled by the death of Pietrus, the "sole survivor" who was rescued by the French government.
Because of this, he had to remain anonymous and temporarily hide in Buckingham Palace, England.
The current situation is extremely unfavorable to Rebecca. With the trump card of Pietrus in her hand, Sania has completely taken the initiative. Even if Rebecca shows up to tell the truth, she will still be in trouble because of Pietrus's existence.
As a result, Sarnia manipulated public opinion and accused Rebecca of being a demon in revenge for Sarnia's political party ousting Louis' party from power. She was dissatisfied and maliciously smeared the current French government.
In order for Rebecca to return to her motherland as soon as possible and live a normal life again, Ye Feng must find Pietrus and try his best to get Pietrus to tell the truth. Only in this way can Sania be brought down and Li Li
Becca set foot on the soil of France openly.
Looking at the white clouds outside the window, Ye Feng couldn't help but sigh.
The world of politicians is really troublesome and complicated.
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At two o'clock in the afternoon, a Boeing 787 passenger plane slowly landed at the Paris Airport.
After walking out of the airport, Ye Feng didn't stay much and took a taxi directly to the Bercy Military Hospital where Pietrus was recovering from his injuries.
It was already winter, and the temperature in Paris was a bit cold. Bercy Military Hospital was located on the outskirts of Paris, and there were not many pedestrians on the road. The journey was smooth, and the taxi soon arrived at the suburbs.
Looking at the Bercy Military Hospital built on the hillside, Ye Feng signaled the taxi driver to park the car at the foot of the mountain. As soon as he got out of the taxi, Ye Feng heard a familiar voice.
Stopping and looking back, a beautiful figure stood on the roadside, with a knowing smile on her charming face.
Beige windbreaker and dark blue Chanel suit, Maria's attire is still the same as before, and her movements are all enchanting.
"Pietrus has been transferred." Maria moved lightly, walked to Ye Feng's side, and said with a smile. "He was transferred the night before yesterday. However, the French government still claims that Pietrus has been transferred away."
Ruth is still recovering in hospital, and the intensive care unit at Belsey Military Hospital has been maintained."
"How did you know?" Although the French government's approach did not exceed Ye Feng's expectations, Ye Feng was still very surprised to hear Maria tell the time when Pietrus was transferred so accurately.
."By the way, do you know where Pietrus is now."
"I don't know." Seeing that Ye Feng didn't trust her a little, Maria smiled and then explained. "There is a surgeon at Belsey Military Hospital who is a secret member of our Holy Cross Society, so I
I know that Pietrus has left. The night before yesterday, the French government dispatched special forces and secretly transferred Pietrus out at midnight. As for his current whereabouts, I really don’t know.”
Ye Feng nodded and said, "Why are you here? Are you here to find me?"
Maria blinked, reached out to hold Ye Feng's arm, and said with a smile, "I'll take you to meet someone."
"Do you want to see me, Peter?" Ye Feng smiled lightly and continued. "Are you going to take me to the headquarters of the Holy Cross Society in Liechtenstein?"
Maria was taken aback and asked hurriedly, "How do you know where our headquarters is?"
"This is my guess, but I don't know the exact address of your headquarters." Ye Feng showed a faint smile and continued. "No matter how secretive something is, as soon as it appears, it will leave clues. Several
Months ago, you conspired to launch a coup in the Middle East. After the plan failed, your Middle East envoy fled from Baghdad in a hurry. The countries in the Middle East sent people to follow the Middle East envoy to the small town of Bux on the eastern border of Switzerland. Then those who tracked him down
The person died mysteriously in the woods on the outskirts of the town."
"You are really awesome." Maria smiled noncommittally and continued. "However, I won't take you to visit our headquarters yet, because President Peter is in Paris."
Peter actually came to Paris, which surprised Ye Feng. At the Star and Moon Bar in Milan, Italy, Maria once told Ye Feng that the two shipwrecks in the waters of Namibia and the subsequent pursuit were all related to the Holy Cross.
It has nothing to do with it. Based on these few words, Ye Feng had a vague feeling that the relationship between Holy Cross Society and Sania was not as close and friendly as the rumors. As Sania, who was single-handedly supported by Holy Cross Society, he actually made successive decisions to let Saint
The Crusaders find it very difficult, which only shows that Sarnia is gradually breaking away from the control of the Holy Cross after gaining the throne of the French President.
"Why did Peter come to Paris? Isn't your relationship with Sania very bad now?" Ye Feng couldn't help but ask.
"President Peter wants to talk to you about something very important." Maria stared into Ye Feng's eyes and said with a smile. "The president said that in order to show our sincerity, he is willing to take the risk alone and come here."
See you in Paris."
Maria deliberately emphasized the word "sincerity", as if she was countering Ye Feng's distrust of her just now.
Ye Feng laughed and said, "Okay, I accept your sincerity. Peter wants to meet me somewhere."
Maria did not return, but turned slightly sideways and looked at a cafe not far away.
Ye Feng's eyes also followed Maria to the cafe. The cafe was small and a bit shabby. In Paris, a bustling international city, it looked a bit inconspicuous. Just when Ye Feng was about to withdraw his gaze,
While walking, a figure suddenly appeared in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the small cafe.
It was a white-haired old man with a medium build and an ordinary appearance. His old face vaguely revealed a bit of majesty. Seeing Ye Feng looking at him, the white-haired old man slowly raised his hand to signal, and the majesty on his face gradually faded.
Fading away, a knowing smile quietly bloomed.
If he hadn't noticed the respect shown in Maria's eyes, Ye Feng might have regarded the white-haired old man with a kind smile as an ordinary grandfather next door.
"His Excellency the president is waiting for us, let's go in quickly." Maria said with a smile.
The number one secret organization in the dark world, Peter, the world-famous president of the Holy Cross Society, unexpectedly appeared in such an inconspicuous little cafe. This made Ye Feng instantly have a better impression of Peter.
Able to resolve major issues without worrying about trivial matters; have the tools to be a capable general without revealing them