Under the escort of the warship, the Black Fish quickly returned to the port. Here, several ambulances had been waiting for a long time. They picked up the wounded as soon as the warship docked. Shepard originally wanted to go to the hospital with her. , but as soon as he got off the boat, a black old Ford parked next to him.
"boarding!"
"Uncle Smith?"
Seeing the gray-haired old man sitting in the back seat, Shepard was also overjoyed and immediately opened the door and sat in.
"This is a hard job, you're fine!"
The old man looked at Shepard carefully and breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that there was no external injury.
"If that guy knew you were injured, he would never let me go!"
"Don't mention him, uncle!"
Shepard rolled his eyes. That's not what the old man said when he was kicked out.
"You, what kind of hatred can you have against your family? Besides, regardless of the facts, you yourself are not wrong?"
The old man sitting next to Shepard also rolled his eyes, and then exposed the shortcomings mercilessly.
"You yourself are doing well in college, but you insist on selling cigarettes, burning leaves in public, holding bank parties for free, and even planning to recruit your principal to join the gang. How could an eighteen-year-old do these things? Let alone Talk about those things from your childhood, fights and pranks, nothing less..."
Shepard immediately interrupted the other party.
"Well, a hard-core ruthless person must have an equally hard-core childhood..."
"Then it's not like he arranged all these things!"
"But pull it down. It was all arranged by the old man in the family. Count on him. That guy will only say that honor is above all else! He wants to kill me directly with the 406 artillery!"
"You!"
The old man finally gave up preaching. As an elder who had watched Shepard grow up, he knew that this guy had shown a way of being incompatible with everyone since he was a child. His unique attitude certainly allowed him to impress others. A deeper impression, but equally easier to take a beating.
"By the way, where are we going?"
Watching the cars passing through the bustling streets of the city, Shepard couldn't help but become curious. The business of Pegasus Security Company, founded by Smith in 2001, covers North America and Southeast Asia, but Shepard did not remember that it also had an office in the enthusiastic Miami.
"You'll know when you get there!"
Smith took out a cigar and was about to light it when Shepard took it away.
"Second-hand smoke can cause cancer, Uncle Smith. You have lived enough, and I haven't!"
"You stinky boy, stop talking about your father, I want to hang you on a cannon and whip you now!"
The old man stuffed the lighter back into his pocket angrily.
Shepard happily put the cigar back into his pocket. He didn't smoke, but he could keep the cigarette and give it to others. The old guy's cigars were all good quality!
After the car passed through the city, it turned onto the seaside road. Under the cloudless blue sky, the golden sandy beach and the blue water were connected together, which made Shepard's anger from being forced to get involved in the war disappear.
Finally, the car drove into a row of paths surrounded by tall coconut trees. At the end of the path was a rather luxurious manor.
"It's not like you can afford this!"
Shepard took a look at the three-story main building. Exquisite reliefs were dotted on the outer walls. Through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, one could even see the luxurious decoration inside. Although the outside of the manor could not be said to be well-defended, it could still be called one. There is no leakage, there are security patrols with German shepherds outside the building, and there are armed guards on the walls of the manor. Even entering is subject to strict inspection. Those who don't know better think it is a drug lord's headquarters!
"Isn't this place really a drug lord's headquarters?"
"No, it's Mr. Morgan's place!"
Smith shook his head. This property was also a big goal for him. To be able to build such a large house on the golden coastline where every inch of land is precious is not something that can be achieved just by having money!
"Then I'm going to see him like this? Isn't it a bit shabby?"
Shepard pointed to the jacket on his body. He hadn't even taken a shower on the ship. Not only were his clothes smelly and wrinkled, but his hair was also, and the mohawk he used to take care of was all collapsed!
"Don't worry about that, there are more important things!"
Smith patted Shepard on the shoulder, and then led him towards the main building of the manor.
In a reception room on the top floor of the main building, Shepard met the mysterious Mr. Morgan for the third time. He did not look like the potbellied political broker he had imagined. He was tall, but quite a bit... Thin and a pair of black-rimmed glasses, he looks more like a scholar.
"Ah, Smith, old man, you are doing well lately!"
When the two came in, a gentle smile immediately appeared on Morgan's face. He immediately stood up and poured a glass of gin for Smith. When he was about to pour a glass for Shepard, he suddenly clapped his hands as if he suddenly realized something.
"I forgot, our young man never drinks!"
Then he pressed the call button on the table, and a tall bodyguard walked in.
"Seymour, give our young man a glass of lemonade!"
How should I put it, no matter what the reason was for the other party to be so friendly, this move moved Shepard and made him interested in this mysterious person who had interactions with the White House and many consortiums. Mr. Morgan, who has connections, feels a little more favorably.
"John, I'd better call you this!"
After sitting down, Morgan also moved from the office chair to the sofa nearby.
"Mr. Morgan, if you have something to say, just say it!"
As soon as Shepard heard that the other party was approaching, the good impression he had just now disappeared. Is this old guy trying to blame me?
"That's right, regarding Yala, you also know that there was some friction there that no one wants to see!"
A little friction where the head of state was taken off, right?
Shepard nodded, indicating that you should continue.
"Such friction is very bad for the country, and we are not happy to see this situation continue to happen. Therefore, for the sake of those civilians who are living in poverty, it is very necessary for us to provide them with humanitarian assistance. , including food and medicine, but after that, our humanitarian assistance was hindered by the other party, and they even dispatched gunboats to actively attack our humanitarian rescue ships. As a last resort, we asked for the assistance of warships. This is the matter. What happened, are you right?"
Shepard nodded, it was just the bad guys who complained first, he was so familiar with this!
"Yes, that's it, so can we persuade the president to send out airborne troops to hit those mobs hard?"
