America's only archipelago state.
Hawaii.
The world-famous World War II memorial site.
A destroyer is driving leisurely on the blue sea.
In the last century.
A battle that shocked the world once broke out here, and it is still remembered by the world.
The Japanese drove overwhelming aircraft and launched indiscriminate bombings and suicidal attacks here, turning countless lives into scorched earth.
But today, no trace can be seen anymore. The sky is blue and the sea is vast, and the years are quiet.
“Chiliu.”
On the side of the destroyer code-named Veolia, a brown-haired woman with a sexy back bit her straw and sucked up the juice in the cup. She lazily Leaning on the guardrail, looking at the seagulls flying on the horizon in the distance, I gently raised the sunglasses on the bridge of my nose.
"Vera! Vera!"
A shout came from the cabin.
The woman on the side of the boat turned a deaf ear and did not respond.
But they still found her.
"You are here, haven't you heard what I've been looking for you for a long time?"
A handsome white guy walked out of the cabin, about 1.8 meters tall, with three-dimensional and standard facial features He has deep eye sockets and a high nose bridge, and has the typical appearance of a handsome European and American boy.
“Shh.”
The woman or girl on the side of the boat made a gesture without turning around, “Listen.”
The handsome white guy calmed down and listened carefully. But except for the cry of seagulls and the sound of waves, nothing could be heard.
“Listen to what?”
He looked confused.
“The voice of freedom.”
A chicken talks to a duck.
In other words, you are playing the piano to a bull.
The handsome white man was stunned for a moment and didn't care. He stood behind him and urged: "Vera, go change clothes quickly."
"What are you changing clothes for?"
< br>"The yacht is ready and waiting below. Didn't you say you want to come and dive?"
Diving.
It is indeed an increasingly popular sport.
But take a destroyer to dive?
"I don't want to dive now."
The woman with a strong figure who could be seen without changing into a diving suit said lazily, quite willfully.
The handsome white guy was stunned again, his dementia mixed with a little cuteness.
If it were some women, facing someone like him, they would probably want to kneel down and lick him, but until now, that girl was just admiring the sea view without looking back at him.
"Why? Why did you suddenly change your mind?"
The handsome guy who was more stylish than the model was not angry and walked to the side. He was obviously not good at talking, or not very good at talking.
"There is no reason, just go diving."
"If you don't go, I won't go either."
Although this handsome guy is not very good at coaxing girls, at least he Knowing what to do, he said simply: "I will accompany you."
You can't blame him for being clumsy and dull.
You can go diving on a destroyer.
The levels can be imagined.
This is not just about having money.
For a character like this, the number of times he needs to coax the opposite sex should be very few.
Without experience, there is no experience.
"No, you can go. It's good for me to be alone. It's rare to be quiet and quiet."
The reply was very heartbreaking, or that's just how Westerners are, unlike Easterners. Pay attention to euphemism and implicitness, and always be direct.
"What's the point of hiding alone, Vera, are you worried about anything?"
The handsome guy was not sad, and turned around to ask. The two of them were probably not very old.
The poor play cars, the rich play watches.
What about the destroyer?
This world is like this.
Someone was born in Rome.
Some people are born as cows and horses.
The woman finally turned her head, lowered her face, raised her hand and pulled down her sunglasses, revealing a pair of amber eyes.
"Hey, you've become smarter. Then tell me, what's on my mind?"
The handsome guy shook his head, "I can only feel that you don't seem very happy."
Vera put her sunglasses back on and sighed, "You can even see it. What a failure."
"Vera, why are you unhappy?"
The handsome guy asked puzzledly and seriously.
"Is there any use in telling you."
"Yes, I can help you."
"Anything?" Vera smiled and said lightly.
"Well, anything."
The handsome guy nodded firmly and seriously.
Vera immediately thought for a while.
“I want to be a seagull, can you help me?”
As expected, the handsome guy was stunned.
No matter how powerful he is, he can’t help me. Maybe it's magic.
"Vera, can you change it to another one..."
"If you can't do something, don't make random promises. I'll forget it. You have to pay attention to other girls."
Vera reminded casually.
"Vera, do you want to go to heaven?"
The handsome guy tried, "How about we take a helicopter?"
This is an officially commissioned destroyer, and Not a retirement product.
Not only is it equipped with medium-range missiles as standard, but there are also two anti-submarine helicopters on standby in the hangar.
Faced with other people’s solicitude, Vera was too lazy to respond.
Seeing this, the handsome guy shut his mouth and stopped disturbing her. He followed her example and leaned against the guardrail, facing the sea, accompanying her silently.
“Oh, it’s boring.”
A gentle sigh came from beside me.
"How about I tell you an interesting thing?" The handsome guy took advantage of the opportunity.
Vera's enthusiasm waned, "You have no talent for telling jokes."
"It's not a joke."
The handsome guy said seriously: "There is a war in Myanmar, did you know? ?”
“Isn’t there frequent conflict in that place? What’s the point of a bunch of savages fighting each other?”
The nature of the handsome guy is different. Bo Bo, "Vera, you must be interested."
Seeing that the other party still looked indifferent, he continued: "Since the outbreak of the conflict, thousands of people have died in Burma. In recent years, Even if disputes break out around the world from time to time, it has been a long time since there have been such huge casualties. The reason why the dispute is so serious is because there are big bosses on both sides behind it."
" Are you behind this?"
"How is that possible?"
"How is it impossible?"
Vera said casually: "As long as there is a war, aren't you arms dealers the ones who will benefit the most?"
The handsome guy named Martin did not refute. He understood and explained: "We only do business, not sponsors."
"Then this conflict in Myanmar, is it your business?"
"Wei La, how can I call you, doesn’t Martin Falk also have shares in your family?”
Martin.
This is evident from the name.
Of course.
It has nothing to do with the handsome guy himself.
The big boss of the world-famous arms group Martin Falk is his father.
"The so-called Allied Forces are causing a lot of trouble in Myanmar right now, right?"
"Well, it's this warlord armed force. Their territory has expanded three times. They are the rare ones in Myanmar who suppress electronic fraud. Force, I suspect that China is behind them.”
“Not you?”
Vera asked, still using you.
Martin did not correct him any more and shook his head: "Our customer is another party."
"Can those poor people in Burma afford the money?"
Vera said bluntly.
People are divided into three, six or nine grades.
The same goes for countries and regions.
It is too low-level to regard fraud as the main industry.
"Burma will definitely not be able to afford it. The one doing business with us is the boss behind them."
"Who is their boss."
Vera continued casually, looking at the distance. Skyline, just listen to the gossip. "Japan. Fujiwara Consortium."
Hearing this.
The absent-minded Vera suddenly turned her head, and then she finally became interested.
Compared to the poor Burmese people, the Fujiwara Consortium has some qualifications to attract attention.
"Why are the Japanese people joining in the fun? They don't support Myanmar's telecom fraud, right?"
Vera's guess is understandable.
Think of Japan.
Think of China again.
It makes people think of the irresolvable blood feud between the two.
Although Japan has offended more than just China. For example, the Pearl Harbor where it was at this time was subjected to suicidal and indiscriminate bombing by the Japanese. However, compared with the pain China has endured, this A little pain is not worth mentioning.
“I don’t know. We are only responsible for doing business. The customer gives us money, we supply the goods, and the payment is settled. Other things have nothing to do with us.”
It seems that the top rich people in the world, They are very professional in doing business.
The corners of Vera's lips curled up, "Japanese people really have a restless gene buried deep in their bones. They will never stop. As long as there is a chance, they have to cause trouble. Do they have to make trouble with China? "
"The nature of the Japanese country has never changed. It bullies the weak and fears the strong. "
"China is not soft. China is not something they can touch."
< br>Vera chanted.
"So they can only nod and bow to us. If we didn't need him, I'm afraid he would have knelt down to China. But unlike dogs, Japanese people can't raise them well."
When he said this, there was no sarcasm in Martin's tone or demeanor. It was quite natural and there was no deliberate insult. It was as if he was just stating a truth that everyone knew.
"It's really interesting."
Vera smiled. Although the arc was not strong, it was enough to make Martin feel a sense of accomplishment, so he continued: "Burma has now become China and Japan. The more fierce they fight, the more money we will make."
"What is the situation now?"
Vera asked meaningfully.
"The Chinese side is still very wealthy. The latest news is that they even sent drones."
"Then why don't you contact the Fujiwara Foundation to follow up quickly." Vera joked .
Martin shook his head and said with a cold sense of humor: "We are operating legally and will not buy or sell by force."
"China officials will definitely not be directly involved. Who is the agent? ?”
Vera asked, hitting the nail on the head.
She may not be older than domestic college students, but there is no necessary connection between age and vision and cognition.
“They seem to be people from Korea.”
“Korea?”
Vera found it even more interesting.
Goryeo, Japan.
These are not their two loyal brothers.
The two younger brothers started fighting. As the elder brother, he could pretend to be deaf and turn a blind eye, provided that China was not involved.
Goryeo plays an important role in global strategy. China will not steal the corner quietly, right?
Vera patted the guardrail.
“Return.”
"Vera, are you free tomorrow?"
Martin asked after setting foot on the land.
Vera did not respond, and did not even give the other party a chance to send her off. A fleet of three luxury cars appeared at the port in time.
The bodyguard opened the car door.
Vera got in the car, took off her sunglasses, "Go to the airport."
Outside the car.
The eldest son of Martin Falk Group is still watching.
After realizing it, Vera lowered the car window and smiled politely, "Get in touch again."
Master Martin nodded immediately and smiled broadly.
The fleet starts.
Go straight to the airport.
Gulfstream G70.
The crew is already in place.
Vera, who chose to leave temporarily, boarded a private plane that was only for her. When she sat down, she ordered her bodyguards.
“Give me all the information on the conflict in Myanmar.”
The Gulfstream G70 flies through the blue sky like a seagull.
Vera looked at the notebook in front of her, her amber eyes shining brightly, and the corners of her mouth turned up unconsciously.
Usually lazy, she showed uncanny concentration and browsed attentively for more than an hour. During this period, she made several phone calls.
Information from all directions was gathered and summarized, and in a very short period of time, the entire context of the conflict in Myanmar was drawn from its occurrence to the present.
Even photos of Xu Kuan and Xing Jie appeared on her laptop screen.
Korean origin of Chinese descent.
Predecessor Co., Ltd.
Lan Peizhi.
Vera couldn't help but recall her original trip to Haojiang.
The opportunity that I finally fought for turned out to be in vain. I went in vain and made a wedding dress for others.
At the gambling card auction, a certain guy was sitting next to someone, spending a lot of money, and his attitude was so cool.
The road between enemies is narrow.
Vera wanted to use a satellite phone to contact her enemy, Master Martin, and give someone a distant gift, but her rationality restrained her emotional impulse.
Personal grudges should not be involved in business.
Martin Falk and his family do have shares, but they cannot act arbitrarily.
And she doesn't have that much power.
After thinking about it, Vera let out a sigh of relief and pressed the button to calm down her emotions.
Didn’t contact Master Martin.
She took the satellite phone and dialed a number according to her mobile phone address book.
Half a minute later, the call was connected.
“Hello.”
A familiar voice came.
Vera said nothing and hung up the phone.
Before the other end was confused, after a few seconds, she dialed again.
“Hello.”
Hang again.
Redial again.
The aggrieved person over there should have emotions, "Who?"
Of course the satellite phone has no caller ID.
“Inciting armed rebellion, undermining regional stability, and threatening the sovereignty of other countries is a typical form of terrorism.”
No more hang-ups this time.
But Vera set up the voice changer in advance.
“Who are you?”
There should be a bit of confusion there, and everyone else should be confused.
"You don't need to worry about who I am. It's enough for me to know who you are. Congratulations, your name will soon be like Bin Laden's, resounding throughout the world."
Jiang Chen took the phone away, looked at a series of illogical Arabic numerals displayed on the screen where he was talking, and brought the phone closer again.
“You made the wrong call.”
“I can keep this secret for you.”
It’s still the same voice and tone as AI.
Jiang Chen was silent.
"Money, one billion US dollars."
"..."
Jiang Chen continued to be silent, and after a while, he replied.
"SB."
Soon.
The call was hung up neatly.
Thousands of miles away in the sky.
Gulfstream G70 Mile.
Vera, who was caught off guard by the scolding, had no expression on her face, slowly put down the satellite phone, and then looked up.
“What does SB mean?”
“…”
“…”
“…”
From Crews on all continents fell silent.
(End of this chapter)