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    The British mixed passenger and cargo merchant ship, which was loaded with thousands of tons of rubber raw materials, was heading to the Strait of Malacca. Far away in the town of Arlington on the Potomac River near Washington, USA, in the Pentagon of the U.S. Department of Defense, in a secluded room  In the office, the tight curtains and the flashing slides on the walls all indicate that a secret activity is brewing here.

    The person operating the slide projector in the room was a captain. Sitting in front of him was Colonel Henrik, the director of the Asian Policy Affairs Department of the Ministry of National Defense. This middle-aged officer with a bald head and an eagle nose stared straight at  Looking at the photos slowly flashing in front of him, he looked thoughtful and calm.

    Seated behind him on both sides were a dozen intelligence officers from various Southeast Asian countries. One of them, a bearded man with a black scarf on his head, sat quietly in an inconspicuous corner.

    Slides taken from high-altitude reconnaissance aircraft and long-distance shots on the ground showed in front of everyone's eyes different photos of the security forces stationed in the free port, as well as several small military bases hidden in the rainforest, and even Luo  The large-scale reservoir area built secretly by Er Er also clearly appeared in front of everyone.

    That's all, but in the photos, the three powerful units of the Ministry of Security, the obvious American military uniforms and equipment on the officers and soldiers, and the copied military rank styles not only made Colonel Henrik  The depression also made these intelligence elites from various places look extremely ugly.

    Even the young captain who was showing the slide projector had a weird face. He really couldn't figure out how it could look exactly like the domestic US military since it was a hostile force.  The dog tags looming around his neck are no different.

    Luo Er¡¯s extremely lazy use-ism really dazzled countless people.  It also confused some people who had some suspicions.

    However, in the eyes of Colonel Henrik, these are completely disguises. Yes, they are disguises. The colonel knows more than a little bit at this moment, but he is too lazy to explain to the grassroots intelligence personnel around him.

    With a thin handmade cigar in his mouth, Henrik exhaled a faint smoke, looking at Luo Benchu, who rarely appeared on this slide.  He also had a headache; according to the information at hand, Luo Benchu, or Colonel Denilson of the US Army, was not only an in-law of the Davis family, but also an officially recognized "core" member of the family.

    In the face of national interests, these are easy to say, but the cryptic news spread from the parliament.  But it was Henrik who had resisted the urge to send out special forces several times since he took over the investigation target; the misalignment between the parliament and the government clearly showed a great contrast in how to deal with Luo Benchu.

    ??Intelligence that Commissioner Aflan attempted to establish an official office in Freeport failed.  Now that it appeared in his hands, his originally angry resentment suddenly rose to a warning level.

    Although Colonel Henrik, who had sworn allegiance to the Stars and Stripes fifteen years ago, was not a native American, he was passionate about his country and its military.  This was fully demonstrated in the brutal methods used to interrogate Japanese people's anti-American activities in Hawaii.

    Three hundred and forty-seven Japanese Americans.  Regardless of men, women, old or young, only less than a hundred people could walk out of his interrogation room alive, and the remaining piles of broken bones and meat entered the shark's stomach and intestines. This achievement also gained him the favor of the intelligence agency.  He honorably joined the Bureau of Investigation and was successfully promoted to the Pentagon, where he specialized in handling important intelligence.

    Two years ago, he got Luo Benchu's photos, and now he has filled an entire office with files. The final result amazed him, an intelligence officer with a cold nature. Without him, it would have fallen into Luo Benchu's hands.  The number of people missing here not only covers a wide range of areas, but also reaches terrifying extremes.

    However, the Freeport, based on the principle of open ports and free trade, not only won the favor of those damn plutocrats, but the regular army under the banner of the Ministry of Security and the armed militia of local gangsters killed many of his informants, leaving Henrik conflicted.  I scratched a few hairs.

    Killing him is the right thing to do. From the Korean battlefield to now, countless Americans have died at the hands of Luo Benchu, not to mention the indigenous people. There are still countless innocent souls in Japan who have no place to complain.  , not to mention that he also has a potion formula that can lay golden eggs.

    He can't be killed, and there's nothing he can do about it. Not to mention the dozen members of Congress who are full of benevolence and righteousness, he can't get around even the obstacles in the Davis family. In the United States, where business is respected, it's okay to offend the president.  It seems that no one has ever heard of a chaebol boss, no matter how big of an official he is.

    After thinking about it for more than an hour, the slide show for more than an hour was finally finished. When the lights came on, Henrik squinted his eyes slightly and stepped on the cigarette butt under his feet. "Everyone, after reading these photos, here is the focus of this meeting,"  He stood up and walked to the front, turned around, and the colonel was leaning against a clean and solid body.On the podium, I picked up an enlarged black and white photo.

    "His Chinese name is Luo Benchu, Colonel Denilson of the U.S. Army, the top executive of Roche's security department, and your third-level target in the future." The photo in Henrik's hand is in the hands of everyone present, but on the photo  With that face full of scars and those sinister and cunning eyes like a wolf, no one would think that he was a friendly person.

    The third-level target, that is, within a budget cycle of the Foreign Affairs Bureau of the Ministry of National Defense, its location information, activity patterns, guard configuration, and even manpower deployment, etc. must be monitored and reported at any time, so that when the order is issued, it can be processed in the shortest time.  Clear within.  Of course, not one of those listed as a third-level target by the Ministry of Affairs has appeared in the past year. Those who have appeared have gone to cry to God, and not a single one will be left.

    A budget cycle lasts for a year and a half, and the time Colonel Henrik leaves for himself to make up his mind is a gap of about a year. He cannot ignore the existence of disobedient small armed forces.

    As long as he can convince his superiors within a year, it doesn't matter if he takes the blame for offending the plutocrats. I have to say that Colonel Henrik is a conscientious intelligence officer.

    With his single-line intelligence network, he is confident to complete the task that his friend Chris cannot complete.

    "Get familiar with the information in your hands as soon as possible. The information is not allowed to be taken out of this room. The radio beacon will be sent to the designated location after you return." The eloquent colonel neatly explained some confidentiality matters.  , turned around and walked out of the screening room. He didn't have much nonsense to say about these low-level people who were working hard for money.

    Radio beacon aircraft, bombers, incendiary bombs, cloud burst bombs, cluster bombs, and even small nuclear aerial bombs.  Walking in the shady corridor, the confident Colonel Henrik had seven or eight ruthless plans quickly forming in his mind. The faint smile on the corner of his mouth showed that he was very confident. Naturally, he did not think that  The young commander could escape the speed of the plane.

    Henrik needs it.  It's just a matter of how to kill the target in one hit at the right time and in the right place, that's all.

    What he is most concerned about now is how to convince his boss, Major General Soderbergh, the director of the Foreign Affairs Bureau, who is also a hawkish and tough general.

    Henrik is gone.  The young captain who packed up the slide projector also carried a large box of confidential slides and hurried to the basement database. The previously silent projection room was filled with noisy voices; intelligence officers who knew each other about the situation.  He changed his calm attitude just now and started a noisy discussion and exchange with his acquaintances.

    Too.  Everyone usually moves around in their own turf, and they are not even in the same country. Now we finally meet each other. If we don't have a good chat and then go out for a drink, it would be a disgrace to our duties.

    Only the bearded man who was clearly a Moro was holding a thick stack of information in his hand. A faint scarlet flashed quietly in the depths of his excited eyes; Luo Er generously sold it to Elder Mustafa.  It's time to show your power when burning knives.

    That night, in a cake shop in the town of Arlington, Beard bought a large bag of chocolate candies and left the town without stopping. He and an intelligence officer wanted to reach the 100-kilometer mark before early morning.  There is no free time to wander around the pier outside.

    The pretty proprietress of the cake shop walked behind the guy wearing a turban, walked into the back room, unfolded a roll of banknotes in her hand, picked up a piece of paper, looked at it a few times, and took it off the wall.  on the phone receiver, "Tommy, are you free tonight? I want to have some late-night snacks with you. By the way, you can send me a telegram. I have run out of puff pastry in the store. It is the most authentic Los Angeles product.  The guests love it.¡±

    Hough¡¯s intelligence agents developed across the United States immediately received the intelligence from their foreign colleagues, which also caused panic in the Sapphire Bar in downtown Los Angeles.

    Pushing aside the two fair-haired women at hand, Hof sat on the large soft bed, smoking a thick cigar vigorously while listening to the phone, "Yeah, I got it, let Stephen come up, right away."

    In the early morning, a dusty Ford sedan drove into the town of Arlington in a leisurely manner. The driver was a pretty blond girl. Although her face looked much haggard, her blue eyes full of worry,  Winning the great sympathy of the two police officers.

    In the police car parked on the roadside at the entrance of the town, the two police officers had no doubts about the girl's request for directions. They not only pointed out the path to Colonel Henrik's house, but also eagerly tried to lead the way in person, but unfortunately the girl declined.

    In a two-story building located in the center of the town, Colonel Henrik was sitting steadily at the dining table, drinking coffee and reading the local newspaper, and thinking about his meeting with Major General Soderberg today.  .

      His wife was serving milk to their two children when she heard the wind chime ringing outside the door. She turned to look through the window and her expression changed greatly, "Henrik, have you done something good behind my back?"

    No wonder the woman roared angrily. Anyone who sees a young woman with a big belly suddenly coming to the door, even in the early morning, will have uncontrollable thoughts, not to mention that Henrik already has a criminal record.

    "Good thing, oh, what good thing?" Henrik, who was confused, frowned and put down the newspaper, picked up a bagel, dipped it in milk and took a bite, "I will be very busy today, so don't get angry."

    His calm expression made his wife put down the tray in her hand suspiciously, quickly walked out of the room and came to the steps, "Good morning, may I ask, is this the home of Colonel Henrik? My friend," a crisp voice  The greeting was enough to make the woman's face darken again.

    The half-smiling looks from the neighbors on both sides made the woman's face flush crazily, "Yes, this is Henrik's temporary residence. He won't be here soon,"

    "Haha, I'm just a friend of his, please don't worry," the girl giggled, walked closer to the woman, raised her head, and saw Henrik walking out of the room, and of course, the two  Look at the strange children.

    "Madam, I am Colonel Henrik, who are you?" Henrik, who was confused, had not had time to wipe the milk stains from the corners of his mouth. The fragrant breeze blew quietly towards his face, and the girl had already plunged into his arms, tightly.  She hugged his waist.

    "My name is Dadis, you should remember it carefully," a scarlet cold light flashed across her eyes, her small cherry mouth exhaled hot breath in Henrik's ear, the girl gently raised her right hand and pressed the detonator in her palm  device, a tiny electric current followed the wires on her arms and extended into her dress.

    Two kilograms of high explosives tied to the abdomen were detonated instantly without warning.

    "Boom," a huge flame exploded with violent airflow, and the shock waves scattered wildly, tearing into pieces five human bodies of different sizes, and also blew this 80% new small building into pieces.  ruins.

    "Ah," amidst the horrified shouts of the neighbors, the pole dancer from Philadelphia used her AIDS-infected body to end Henrik's newly emerged ambition, leaving a poignant scene in the town.  s legend.
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