Chapter 968: : Me, this is called a strategic retreat!
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The Siberian White Bear, of course... sank.
This group of guys shouting Ulla doesn't have a bulletproof system. If the opponent can still climb up under this firepower net, then Moore really has nothing to say.
Call you a bear, do you think you are really a bear?
"The opponent's operation failed this time, but it doesn't necessarily mean that they will give up." Moore threw the machine gun to the deputy and said seriously, "We must find the opponent's ship at sea."
Destroy the opponent's supply ship, and the Mexicans who ran away can only stay in the sea to harvest sunflower seeds.
"We should report to the higher authorities and ask the company to apply for **** from the nearby island country." The deputy made an opinion on the sidelines.
Moore just thought about it and agreed.
No matter how weak the sea power of the nearby island countries is, it should still be a piece of cake to deal with such a dynamic group with only a few hundred people... Well, not necessarily!
It is not without courage.
The Tomahawk's first pot of gold in Mexico was to rob the ZF army, and then sell those weapons to the largest local white powder group. Thiago Hierbas joked that this behavior is picking up trash.
But make money.
In the eyes of these desperadoes, as long as they can make money, Ying Jiang will bring it home!
"Where are the rats in the boat?"
"Closed together."
Moore nodded, "Go ashore and hand it over to the people of our company, who wants to hide after running away? At least dozens of shots will be shot on him."
While speaking, he had already reached the captain's room.
Bradley Feng, who heard that the battle was over, breathed a sigh of relief, squeezed out a rare smile, and stretched out his hand to Moore, "Thank you very much for your help."
"This is what we should do, Captain. If the Umbrella Company's own ship is hijacked, I'm afraid the whole world will see us as a joke."
Bradley nodded, exchanged a few pleasantries, and left first. He had to comfort the passengers.
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In the night of the Pacific Ocean, the silence, the fear...
A fishing boat was parked on the sea, and the people left behind could be seen clearly on it. Thiago Hirbas was pulled aboard by someone before he heaved a sigh of relief. This is our supply boat.
"Go! Go! Retreat!" Thiago Hirbas, who had recovered, ordered immediately, but the order was quickly interrupted, and the people left behind by White Bear jumped out, "No, NONO! Our boss is still here!" I didn't return..."
Peng!
With one shot, his forehead cracked open.
Everyone looked at the Mexican who shot in disbelief, their eyes widened, but they didn't dare to say anything.
Thiago Hirbas stuffed the weapon into the gun pouch of the exoskeleton, with a dark face, "Your boss is dead, this is a conspiracy at all, there are heavy weapons on the Ocean Ranch! And... and Anti-aircraft guns, **** it, we fell for it, and also, the contacts on the ship are all lost, they're probably all dead."
Anti-aircraft machine gun?
MD, at most, is a squad machine gun, the difference is not so big.
Of course, if you don't say it seriously, isn't it because you are incompetent?
"What we have to do now is to retreat. Don't worry, I have a very good relationship with the white bears. If you are willing, you can follow me when you get ashore. If you have money, everyone can earn it together." Thiago Hirbas The truth was revealed, and he wanted to recruit these "Titans" into his command.
"Fortunately, I ran away... No, this is called a strategic retreat. Only people who live can have a future." He was actually a little happy in his heart, anyway, the people under him were not seriously injured.
To survive, you have to survive even if you sell your teammates.
The boss is "lost", and organizations such as the Siberian White Bear and the Toyman can only rely on the Mexican Tomahawk, which makes Thiago Hierbas's power swell again.
The fishing boat is running at full power and heading towards the neighboring island country. God knows, will there be a helicopter gunship on the Ocean Ranch? Is that a cruise ship? That's my dad!
The sun rises along the sea level, washing away the loneliness of the night, and the warmth can always bring a sense of security to people.
The VIPs on the Ocean Ranch were allowed to move freely. Bradley Feng classified yesterday's gunfire as pirates. Although some people suspected it, they honestly didn't ask. Anyway, it's safe.
As a result, this morning, God received many additional sincere prayers.
"Meng Bo! I found this on the deck." Nakamura Huixiang trotted over, looked around cautiously, and took out a shell casing.
Meng Bo took it over and looked it over carefully, "5.56×45mm NATO standard ammunition, I just don't know whether it is a machine gun or a rifle, but the security personnel on this ship must have standard weapons."
M49 class machine gunners can borrow magazines from other soldiers equipped with M16 or M4 to shoot in emergencies such as lack of ammunition. This is also a manifestation of the ability of Eagle Sauce’s logistics support.
Nakamura Huixiang was very excited, "Then who is their enemy?"
"How do I know?" Meng Bo said, but suddenly he thought of a question, "Did you see McDonald's today?"
"He's not my man, why am I staring at him?"
Meng Bo frowned, "Why do I always feel that this has something to do with him?"
Nakamura Huixiang: "You miss him too much."
"Go, go, I'm thinking about Big Bobo." When Meng Bo heard this, he immediately left McDonald's behind, and chased Huixiang all over the deck fiercely.
The battle that happened here was also summed up in the first place.
Mist specifically called the boss to report the incident.
"Hehehe, on the anniversary of the company, there are always people who like to jump out to express their uninhibitedness and try to challenge the authority." Tang Dao seemed to be elaborating, looking at a ship model on the table, and continued, "Intelligence department Dozens of reports of such incidents are received every day, and someone planted a bomb at the venue in Somalia, and the other party must want to blow me up with me."
As he said this, he laughed, but the coldness in his eyes told others that he was very unhappy!
He used to be a boy who slays a dragon, but that doesn't mean he allows others to follow him as a "brave" who challenges the order. These people need to be in awe and fear!
"The Somali government will live broadcast the execution of these people through the Yahoo website!" Tang Dao said.
Mister was quiet for a while, "The human rights organizations in the Western world must have something to say."
"Give them some money, shut up, don't they just want money? Then ask their person in charge to go to the TFB bank warehouse to catch them. As long as they catch as much as they want, it will be his. I don't believe that the banknotes can't let them Shut up."
Tang Dao has seen through which charities, crowd organizations, etc., are all out to make money, one by one, they dress themselves up one by one, and then hold a charity auction, wandering among the rich with red wine.
The socks used by a certain lady can sell for tens of thousands of dollars.
It made Tang Dao sick!
However, he likes the feeling of being complimented at a charity auction. He just condemned it, but it doesn't mean he is not born.
"Don't talk about these unhappy things, I plan to release a new product on the anniversary day!"
Tang Dao is now more like a technology madman. When he mentioned the new product, his eyes lit up. "It will be a gold-absorbing behemoth for the savior company for a while."
Mister frowned, the boss also conducted experiments that he didn't know about?
He was also very curious, but the boss didn't take the initiative to say it, and there was no point in asking himself. He just praised, "That will definitely change the world."
"Definitely! Alright, my personal imager is here, and I have to get my hair done. Tomorrow night, the world will witness the courage of the Savior Company."
After hanging up the phone, Tang Dao looked at an article on the computer, "The Possibility of Flying Exoskeletons" on his computer.
This is a paper he exchanged from the system. The author is a scientist named Tulon Voidgazer, which is more like a nickname, because it translates to: Void Gazer?
The above said it was a thesis, and it should be an experiment note, that is to say, this is theoretically completed!
Install enough energy on the human exoskeleton to promote its take-off and landing, and even install a high-power engine on it to give him strength.
But what is the sufficient energy mentioned in it?
Controllable core?
High power engine? Wouldn't that be a Gundam?
So, there are too many problems to be solved here.
This paper also mentioned the most exciting picture, "The air is convenient for the wearer to use weapons to supply the ground troops."
Human bomber?
Tang Dao felt that he would leave this thing to Tesla for research~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The other party is now absorbing the product technology of the savior company day by day. big difference.
The company's technology has been at least ten years ahead of the civilian field.
The thing that is going to be released tomorrow is one of them.
While he was still thinking about it, the squid game outside had come to an end!
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Pu Taigu's eyes were red and swollen, and his body was shaking.
This is in the biggest hotel in Seoul, and he is the main character.
He became the first game participant in Seoul to find the "secret", and he will get the 5 million US dollars. There are reporters and many spectators.
The Savior Company booked the entire hotel just for this awards ceremony.
He tried his best to dress himself as normal as possible, but his body was still trembling slightly, holding him tightly with one hand, Pu Taigu looked over and saw his wife smiling at him, "Don't be nervous."
The man Pu Taigu gritted his teeth and nodded.
At this time, his name was already being called on the stage, he took a deep breath, and walked up from behind, the spotlights kept flashing, the reporters kept rushing forward, many people wanted to see him.
It makes him nervous because...he's not some "little guy".
The case that was attached to him was simply too big.
"Mr. Park Taikoo..." The person in charge of presenting the award smiled and stretched out his hand.
Suddenly someone down here became quiet.
"Why, I think he looks familiar?" a reporter murmured.
"He... seems to be the murderer released earlier!"
These words immediately aroused powerful waves. (to be continued)
