Four hundred and ninetieth IX under countermeasures
Forty-eight-year-old Victor Bhutto still has ambitions and is unwilling to retire, but he really doesn't have the guts to compete with the Arctic fox for food.
He has some knowledge of the Arctic fox's methods.
Several arms dealers who were not much worse than him at that time died more miserably than the other. Thanks to him, he retreated bravely and saved his life. Today, the Arctic fox is more ferocious than six or seven years ago. It is not as treacherous and murderous as that country.
Opposing a blinkered madman is tantamount to seeking death.
"What, old friend, you have become content with the status quo and have no ambitions?" Smith realized that Victor Bhutto was unwilling to come out again, so he retorted.
"Since you regard me as an old friend for many years, you shouldn't come to see me. You are harming me." Victor Bhutto smiled bitterly, expressing his dissatisfaction with Smith euphemistically.
Smith smiled slightly awkwardly and wanted to say something, but Victor Bhutto waved his hand and said: "If you specifically lobby me to return to my old career, then our conversation will end here and I will ask you to leave without politeness."
"Old friend, after so many years, you haven't changed, you are still so direct. I like your personality and hope you will consider it again." Smith patted Victor Bhutto on the shoulder sincerely, with a bit of regret.
leave.
Only a fool would consider it!
Victor Bhutto pouted.
Next, Victor, as a secret representative of the military industry company, lobbied everywhere, and the arms dealers who knew Arctic Fox were unmoved. However, a few stupid young people who were small-time and unscrupulous stood up and thought that they would make a big deal.
When a strong opportunity comes, I am excited and gearing up to do big business.
New York.
The Bronx.
An area that police don't want to enter.
In the decades after World War II, almost all the white aboriginal people moved away, and African-American and Latino immigrants gradually became the main residents of this area. Many of them are illegal immigrants. Without legal status, they cannot do regular jobs and can only follow crooked ways and breed crime.
, so that this area has become a battleground for gangs.
Inside a dilapidated warehouse.
Dozens of fierce and strong men gathered, mostly black or dark-skinned Latinos, each armed with a gun, and each one showed off his power, like wolves and tigers.
The leader of these people, a middle-aged Latino man with pigtails and round sunglasses, was standing on the roof of a modified classic car, announcing a big deal that had just been negotiated. Someone was willing to deliver the goods first and collect the payment later.
Let them pour arms into East Africa, and the profits they give away are as huge as drug trafficking.
After hearing this, dozens of rough guys howled with excitement.
"Moreover, this is safer and more secure than drug trafficking. The arms dealers above have established relationships for us and contacted good buyers." The braided man waved his fist like a speaker.
Dozens of people cheered again.
At this moment, there was a loud noise, and the warehouses were suddenly knocked open. An unmanned off-road vehicle rushed in, rushed into the crowd, and then exploded.
The fire rose, and the high-temperature and high-pressure gas spread in all directions along with the countless steel balls and steel pieces in the bomb. Dozens of people present were all affected. Some were blown up and some were overturned.
The dilapidated warehouse collapsed.
Meanwhile, killings were taking place elsewhere.
In front of a luxury nightclub in Queens, the rather conspicuous extended luxury Lincoln sedan slowly stopped. Immediately, seven or eight men in black ran out of the nightclub. Except for one person who respectfully opened the back seat door, the others were aggressive and alert to the surroundings. It seemed that
Like a bodyguard.
A bald man with a hooked nose got out of the car. He was dressed luxuriously and hugged two long-legged blond beauties about the same height as him. He was so showy that many passers-by looked back.
On the streets bustling with people and traffic, no one expected the accident that would happen in the next second. Two killers riding motorcycles and wearing helmets suddenly appeared, raised their guns and shot in succession, knocking down seven or eight people, including those who escaped from the extended Lincoln.
The flamboyant man and the sexy girl beside him.
The killer concluded that the target was dead, calmly put the silenced pistol back into his leather motorcycle jacket, started the motorcycle, and drove off.
The whole process only takes a few seconds.
The bewildered witnesses watched dumbly as the killer disappeared.
In one day, thirteen people scattered across the United States were assassinated, all of whom Smith had lobbied for.
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Manhattan borough.
In a slightly shorter skyscraper next to the Empire State Building.
Smith faced the dozen or so people around the circular conference table dejectedly. These dozen or so people represented the largest weapons manufacturers in the United States. Even Boeing Company sent a secret representative to attend the meeting. The battle was not small.
People who don't know the inside story may think it's an exaggeration, thinking that a company as big as Boeing doesn't care about the small profits from underground arms trading.
If anyone really thinks this way, they are either stupid or an amateur.
Boeing's Apache costs less than 20 million U.S. dollars. You can sell one casually, starting at 50 million U.S. dollars, and with some ammunition, it will cost more than 60 million U.S. dollars.
Last year, the underground channels controlled by Arctic Fox sold 31 products to Boeing. Excluding Arctic Fox's commission, Boeing made a net profit of US$700 million.
Who dares to say that US$700 million is just a small profit?
For Boeing, which has an annual revenue of 40 to 50 billion US dollars, 700 million is indeed insignificant, but it does not mean that it is willing to give up and allow the Russian Russian card series and Mi series to seize the channels controlled by Arctic Fox.
"Smith, we are very dissatisfied with your performance, and the people above us must be even more dissatisfied." The Boeing representative pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses as he spoke, looking domineering.
"I'm dissatisfied. There's nothing I can do about it. It's you who cut off your money, and it's not me who ruined your jobs. Now that so many people are dead, it's a miracle that I'm alive to see you. You can find someone more capable to replace you."
Me!" Smith, who had been holding back his anger for a long time, burst out.
It was heartbreaking to risk his life, but it was all in vain. More importantly, the shrewd and cunning Smith realized that if he continued to participate in this matter, he would be in danger, and the only way to survive would be to withdraw when he could.
Smith walked away.
More than a dozen people around the conference table looked at each other, dumbfounded. Then they all looked for corners and called to report to the superiors, and the pressure was gradually transmitted.
Ten days, half a month, a month.
As time passed, the military-industrial companies that had suspended cooperation with Arctic Fox tried their best, but all their conspiracies and machinations pale in comparison to Arctic Fox's fierce counterattack.
On the west coast of the Gulf of Aden near the East African continent, two nuclear-powered aircraft carrier formations, the USS George Bush and the USS Harry Truman, sailed through the wind and waves.
It is not surprising that two aircraft carriers appeared together in the Gulf of Aden.
The Gulf of Aden is the safe area responsible for the U.S. Fifth Fleet. The Fifth Fleet dispatches aircraft carrier formations every now and then to deter Somali pirates and escort merchant ships. In fact, it shows its muscles to other navies.
As the sun set and the sea was about to be shrouded in thick darkness, the lift platform of the USS Truman sent two sci-fi-looking helicopters in the hangar onto the flight deck.
This new stealth helicopter was exposed in a mission to kill a terrorist. It is still a highly classified secret of the US military. On the deck, the elite commando team of the Delta Force, who were ready to go, quickly boarded the plane. The terror king Bin Laden died in their hands. This time they
