Ten minutes later, an old Toyota LC76 off-road vehicle drove out of the parking lot. After driving a few dozen meters, he heard Li Zheng in the passenger seat asking him to stop.
"Secretary Chen, stop for a moment."
The driver was Chen Haoran. He stepped on the brakes and stopped in place.
Li Zheng said nothing, and the old monk sat in the passenger seat as if he was in trance.
Chen Haoran couldn't help but feel angry.
Time was very precious, and every passing minute made him anxious.
But he had to stop, because Zhang Jian said when he introduced Li Zheng just now that he would listen to Li Zheng in everything.
This made Chen Haoran a little confused.
Isn't Zhang Jiancai the squad leader?
Why did you suddenly hear that the co-pilot’s surname was Li?
Of course, Zhang Jian didn't want to explain too much.
If anyone in this car is the most suitable to be a battlefield expert, it is Li Zheng.
He knew what Li Zheng was capable of.
"What's wrong?! We are in a hurry..."
"Shh-"
Li Zheng raised his finger and gently rolled down the window.
After listening for a moment, he pointed to the right: "Take this exit."
Chen Haoran was a little surprised: "Over there? That's the main road leading to the main city... It's supposed to be the place where the fighting is most intense..."
"Listen to me, go there, quickly!"
Li Zheng did not hesitate and gave orders to Chen Haoran directly in an imperative tone.
Chen Haoran didn't have time to think too much.
Since these people are the most professional, just listen to them.
He gritted his teeth and thought about giving it a go. He stepped on the accelerator and the car suddenly jumped towards the northwest gate on the right.
As the car drove out of the west gate of the pier, Chen Haoran's heart suddenly rose to his throat.
Because at the corner of the street not far from the gate, an armed pickup truck was burning.
The flames turned the night red, indicating that a fierce firefight had taken place here.
Li Zheng looked at his watch. The time pointed to seven ten at night.
He told Chen Haoran: "If there is no fire when you leave the city later, pull down the night vision goggles and I will turn them on for you."
Chen Haoran nodded, holding the steering wheel tremblingly while paying attention to whether there were armed personnel around him.
Everyone in the car was nervous at this time.
If anyone has the most relaxed mentality, it is Li Zheng.
Li is someone who has seen life and death. He is no stranger to these scenes and is very indifferent.
Although Chen Haoran said that outside the west gate is the main road leading to the main city, which is considered a hub. It is said to be a battleground for military strategists and a key point for armed organizations to compete for.
However, Li Zheng had been observing from the driving tower and found that the flames of war had actually been moving to the east.
Just before leaving the pier, he heard gunshots which confirmed his thoughts.
At this time, Ximen may be the safest.
Sure enough, there was no crossfire along the way.
There is a flag stuck on the front of the car, declaring that it is a Chinese vehicle.
People here have no ill feelings towards Chinese people, so it is relatively safe, but there is no guarantee.
The car quickly passed through the streets. The city here was not big, almost like a small town in China. After more than ten minutes, the car left the city and drove into the darkness of the suburbs...
Li Zheng pulled down the night vision device on Chen Haoran's head and turned it on.
Everyone put on night vision goggles, and the surrounding scenery instantly became clear, shrouded in a faint turquoise...
…
Country E, a private PMC training base on a certain seaside.
Qin Fei was sitting at the bar counter of the bar in the base. In front of him was a coquettish dark-skinned bar girl, and on both sides were strong mercenaries of all colors.
His right-hand man, Sasha, a former GRU member nicknamed "Polar Bear", is playing Jenga with a group of colleagues.
The game of stacking is to put the vodka filled in a big basin and stack them up one by one. You and I will often stack them to several levels. After that, each stack will easily cause collapse, just like playing with building blocks. Likewise, the loser has to drink up all the vodka that fell into the basin at once.
The gameplay is actually just like stacking blocks, very exciting.
At this time, the wine glasses had been stacked to the ninth level. Under the dim light of the bar, the stainless steel cup with a capacity of about three yuan shone with a blurred halo, and the full liquid trembled slightly at the mouth of the cup, which was eye-catching. There was a slight feeling of drunkenness.
"come on!"
"come on!"
"come on!"
The people around were howling and hooting.
Qin Fei sat aside and watched them play with interest. After all, Sasha was a common problem with Da Mao. He couldn't move away when he saw alcohol.
As the owner of the most powerful PMC company in Africa, this private base is one of Qin Fei's territories. In recent years, he has expanded his business in Africa and even developed to the Middle East, EU, and South America. His influence has been extended. "Flying Eagle", whether it is the military, underground mercenaries or intelligence agencies, all give it a bit of a thumbs-down.
After the ninth floor, it was Sasha's turn.
At this time, the wine tower was already crumbling, and its center of gravity was extremely unstable.
His opponent is a recent training camp graduate this year.
There are two such training camps every year. Those who come here for training include members of the special forces of the military from certain African countries, new blood from mercenary organizations, and some guys who have just entered the industry but can afford the tuition.
Since becoming the boss, Qin Fei no longer stays here every day. He often flies around the world to discuss business, negotiate, and pull strings.
But every year at the graduation ceremony of the training camp here, he will definitely come and personally give awards to outstanding students. Unlike him, Sasha enjoys life here very much. Even though he is the company's major shareholder, he still likes to come here and work as an instructor. , who likes to kick the butts of newbies with their feet in military boots.
For those outstanding graduates, Qin Fei will select the best and recruit them to his staff.
The South American boy Jon in front of him was introduced by his old friend Zixing. This year he won the honorary certificate of the best sniper in the training camp.
It is precisely because of this that Sasha wants to play Jenga with him.
You know, a sniper needs a steady hand, this is a basic skill.
The test of stacking Arhats is hand stability.
"careful……"
Someone just wanted to remind Sasha the polar bear that his glass of wine has been put down.
The wine tower shook slightly, then finally crashed and fell apart.
"Oh! Win!"
"Instructor Sasha lost!"
"Well done Jon!"
"Instructor!" Jon stretched out his hand: "I win."
Sasha took out a roll of U.S. dollars from his pocket, counted ten of them, totaling a thousand dollars, slapped it on the table, and pushed it in front of Jon: "It's yours! Take it!"
Jon picked up the money, took out one, called the bar girl, stuffed it where it should go, and then turned back to Sasha and made a sign of please.
"Instructor, I really want to let it go, but..."
He looked around.
Then he showed a sly smile.
"The big guy seems to be unwilling..."
"drink!"
"drink!"
"drink!"
Everyone shouted.
The entire bar was suddenly filled with men's roars, and male hormones were flying everywhere in the air.
Qin Fei still smiled slightly and sat at the bar, watching everyone having fun.
Suddenly, the phone in his pocket vibrated.
When he took it out and looked at it, his smile disappeared immediately.
After getting up, he walked straight out of the bar, sat down on a leisure chair by the woods, and then pressed the call button.
"Flying Eagle, XX needs you."
The voice of a familiar old friend came from the other end of the radio wave.
Qin Fei stood up immediately.
"Chief, please speak!"
"where are you?"
"Country E."
"How is your relationship with those armed organizations in Country Y?"
"We know each other, okay."
"Okay, arrange two people for me."
Asking for a monthly ticket! Asking for a monthly ticket!