The unparalleled talent of the country started from Harbin Institute of Technology

Mid-January 1992, Washington, D.C., CIA headquarters building.

Fabrizio sat in his office, flipping through documents.

This is an intelligence report from Mexico in North America, detailing transactions between arms dealers and local Gulf groups.

The document contains a dense record of transactions from the past six months, totaling over a hundred, with each arms deal involving at least two million US dollars.

Such a shocking record of transactions stunned even Fabrizio, who was well-versed in the world of business.

“Fuck, these parasites should be shot and sent to meet God.”

Fabricio, who considered himself righteous, spoke in a fit of rage.

He was mostly acting, of course, because there were two capable subordinates standing in front of him, and it was they who delivered the information.

But at the same time, he was indeed very angry because such arms deals had nothing to do with him.

According to the clear transaction records in the documents, the weapons brought by this unknown arms dealer were mainly AK47s, Dragunov sniper rifles, anti-tank guns, and aircraft cannons.

These weapons and equipment clearly came from Moscow, as the American side had M16A4 rifles, Colt Eagle 9mm double-action pistols, Winchester M1897s, and other similar equipment.

The U.S. military-industrial complex has repeatedly pressured the CIA to resolve the arms-related issues as soon as possible.

Even Raytheon and other arms manufacturers have outsourced these tasks to third-party mercenary organizations such as Blackwater.

In the magical country of America, capital has always been driven by profit. Every commodity has a price, even God can be sold, and Jesus was secretly priced.

"I don't care what connections you use, immediately, right now, I need all the intelligence information about this arms dealer. We must capture him, understand?"

Fabrizio's eyes were sharp, and he roared in a deep voice.

The two subordinates didn't dare to object, and after receiving the order, they turned and left the office.

They only breathed a sigh of relief when they walked some distance into a corridor where there was no one around.

"The arms dealers hiding in Mexico are more cunning than the foxes of Alaska. How could we possibly catch them?"

"Even if we don't catch them, we still have to carry out orders. Otherwise, our boss will definitely dismiss us."

Ugh!
The two sighed helplessly, walked out of the office building, and without much rest, headed to Mexico.

In his office, Fabrizio received a phone call from the Far East.

"Boss, Zhou Xiayang and his team sacrificed themselves during the mission."

"F**k, how is that possible? Zhou was a top agent, how could he have been killed? Did your intelligence fail you?"

Fabrizio's first reaction was disbelief.

Others might not know who Zhou Xiayang is, but how could he not know?

But the person on the other end of the phone insisted that this was the information they had received.

"Send me a detailed report outlining the events of that day. I need to see it!"

After saying that, Fabrizio hung up the phone.

Although he didn't believe it, he could only suppress his anger for the time being.

This matter must be rectified, otherwise he will not only be unable to advance, but may even be demoted.

The CIA has a large team of agents, but each of its top agents is trained at great expense.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Xiayang only went to the Far East and ended up returning home in spirit, something even his late father couldn't do.

For Chinese people, being able to return to their roots is considered a perfect ending to their lives.

Fabrizio had no idea about returning to one's roots; all he wanted to know was who else could complete the mission of capturing Wang Duoyu alive.

However, after thinking for half an hour and searching for information for another half hour, he had to give up on capturing him alive. Perhaps assassinating Wang Duoyu was the most appropriate option.

Just as he was about to issue the assassination order, there was a knock on his office door.

"Enter!"

"Boss, we have good news from Europe. Our people have discovered that a ship flying our national flag is frequently transporting arms purchased cheaply from Moscow."

A slender and beautiful secretary named Annie walked in and reported happily.

Upon hearing this, Fabrizio was overjoyed:
"Really? Which company is it that's betraying us?"

"The company is called Romero Worldwide Shipping Company."

When Fabrizio heard the name Romero, his heart skipped a beat. He remembered that this company had given him a "gift money".

Although it's not much, only half a million dollars, it's still a very good amount of money.

Now that he's heard this, well, he can go and extort even more money from the other party.

However, given the large amount of weaponry carried by Romero Global Shipping, it's likely that this company is the arms dealer that Raytheon and other similar companies are looking for.

After all, the large amount of cheap weapons flowing out of Moscow would definitely require a large number of transport ships, or even airplanes, to transport them.

Since Annie already knows this information, it's possible that Thor Corporation already knows as well.

"No, I need to notify Romero Corporation first and have them transfer the money."

Fabrizio was about to pick up the phone when he suddenly stopped. He got up, dismissed Anne, and immediately led a team to Romero World Shipping Company.

However, when Fabrizio arrived at the Romero company's office building, it was already deserted.

Such a large shipping company went bankrupt just like that, wow, that was fast!

What he didn't know was that Romero Corporation had already begun to deregister the company long before the news reached CIA agents.

Because Romero has been abandoned, Yabofan and his team have discovered that the company has been targeted.

No one dared to take over the company in a short period of time, and they might not be able to come up with such a large sum of money, so they deregistered the company and moved overseas.

As for the US mainland, Romero's fleet can simply be registered with an American company.

Registering a company in the United States is incredibly easy, as long as you pay the money.

F**K!

Today can be described as Fabrizio's unluckiest day ever; everything went wrong!

However, his rival Cohen Sharp's subordinates captured an arms dealer in South America and brought back weapons, gold, and dollars worth over ten million US dollars.

"Fabricio, looks like you've been having a run of bad luck lately. How about coming work for me? I guarantee you'll be a hit, haha."

Cohen Sharp said with great pride.

Arms, gold, and US dollar cash worth tens of millions of dollars—this is a huge achievement, and Cohen-Sharp, as the leader, will certainly receive a substantial share of the profits.

Subordinates can also get promoted and receive a raise for this achievement.

Happy to everyone!

perfect!

Fabrizio was sour, but he wouldn't back down.

Just then, Fabrizio's cell phone rang in his pocket.

After answering the phone, it was a satellite phone call from one of his subordinates who was far away in the Middle East.

"Boss, we've successfully killed an arms dealer, but he has over thirty bodyguards and their firepower is too strong. We urgently need backup. They have three containers of weapons they want to sell."

Upon hearing this, Fabrizio was overjoyed.

Because this Middle Eastern agent is incredibly skilled.

Not only were the heads of the arms dealers eliminated, but the arms dealers and local warlords who wanted to trade arms were also blocked from doing so.

If we can provide support, then none of these people will be able to escape.

This is an arms deal worth over fifty million US dollars. Once Fabrizio secures these three containers of weapons, along with the gold and oil, his bid for the directorship will become incredibly easy.

After all, all these weapons and gold, when added together, would exceed one hundred million US dollars.

Dry!
The next moment, Fabrizio rushed back to his office and began issuing orders.

He contacted his old comrade-in-arms Nick Wade, who was stationed at the Bahrain naval support operations base in the Middle East, and asked him to send troops to assist him.

Nick Wade certainly wouldn't refuse, after all, Fabricio was already the head of the CIA headquarters, and if he could go further and become the director, it would be of great help to Nick Wade.

Although they were comrades-in-arms in the past, they have a deep friendship and have kept in touch frequently over the years.

It's not just the pure camaraderie of the past anymore; now there are also vested interests, binding us even more deeply.

The Middle East, the town of Desfull.

Two fighter jets flew over from a distance at high altitude and, upon receiving specific information about the enemy's latitude and longitude, immediately launched air-to-ground missiles.

With missile support, the objectives of this military operation have been largely achieved.

It can be said to be quite perfect.

The three containers of weapons, gold, oil, and other valuables, totaling over $100 million, were all taken back to the Bahrain Jaffar military base by Nick Wade's men.

Of course, the weapons come from Moscow and aren't worth much to Nick Wade; he might as well just sell them.

In Washington, D.C., Fabricio was overjoyed when he received Nick's call.

Now, his position as bureau chief is secure!

The next step is to cultivate connections so that once Alex Soren steps down, he can be promoted to the position of director.

At the Want Want Group's New York headquarters, Yabo Fein returned. He sat with O'Brien, Fuller Carson, and Dylan Dario, and everyone remained silent.

Last week they were still having a meeting in Guangzhou, and they were still thinking about how much year-end bonus and big red envelopes Wang Duoyu would give out. Now, less than half a month has passed, and thirty people have died in succession.

Two of the arms dealers died; these were future executives of the Want Want Group, and they died in the Middle East.

Everyone knows that the arms trade is dangerous.

But today, Yabofein and his team realized once again that the death list was not just a list, but represented a series of people and events.

"Our losses this time exceed two hundred million US dollars, and with the resettlement expenses for the families, the losses are at least three hundred million US dollars."

"The cause of the incident is still under investigation, but we can be certain that this time it was because the Bahrain Jaffar military base dispatched fighter jets to carry out missile bombing, so our people had no way to escape."

"Right now, both President Zheng and President Wang are in their hometowns in Northeast China dealing with their family's funerals, and the professor doesn't really concern himself with these matters. So, everyone, what should we do next? Should we back down, seek revenge, or wait and see?"

"Yobbean said seriously, but no one said anything."

Obviously, everyone knows that this is a very serious matter. No matter what choice is made, as long as one dares to make a suggestion, if it is done well, that's fine; if it is not done well, one may be eliminated as a result.

What is the Bahrain Jafar military base?
I've heard of people like Lee Evra, Fuller Carson, and Dylan Dario, all of whom are high-level executives in finance.

It's a US military base anyway.

If they choose revenge, it means going to war with the other side, and they might end up losing both their wife and their army.

But if he didn't seek revenge, not only would he feel resentful, but he would also discourage other arms dealers.

Therefore, no one dared to speak out about this matter.

"I think we should put it aside for now and discuss it again after Mr. Zheng and his family have dealt with their family matters."

O'Brien suddenly spoke up:

"The more pressing matter right now is to properly settle the families of those affected, and secondly, to warn other arms dealers to be more vigilant. Money can be earned slowly, but life is irreplaceable."

That makes sense, so let's handle it that way.

No one else had any objections, so the matter was settled.

Just as everyone was preparing to end today's meeting, Yabofein suddenly spoke up:

"Please wait a moment, everyone. There's something else. My subordinates told me that the recent incident in the Middle East was orchestrated by Fabrizio, the CIA director."

“We don’t have a way to directly deal with the Balinjafal military base right now, but this Fabrizio is preparing to compete for the director position. What I mean is, could we remove him and let Cohen Sharp take over?”

Upon hearing this, some people frowned, while others smiled, but no one spoke immediately.

Although Fabrizio was the mastermind behind this incident, he was greedy and lustful, making him the easiest to control.

On the contrary, Cohen Sharp, that old fox, is cunning and difficult to control.

Frankly speaking, appointing Cohen-Sharp as director would not be in the consistent interest of the Want Want Group.

On the other hand, the position of CIA director is coveted by many capitalists and is not so easy to manipulate.

If Want Want Group were to invest heavily in this, it would likely provoke a strong backlash from other investors.

The Want Want Group already had several layers of white gloves as a disguise, so it would be undesirable for them to expose themselves because of this incident.

"Let's report it first and let the professor and General Manager Zheng decide."

O'Brien and his team would certainly not easily make decisions on behalf of others; it's something they would strongly discourage.

These people have all read a lot of Chinese books, such as The Thirty-Six Stratagems and Sun Tzu's Art of War, which they keep on their bedside tables and often read for half an hour or an hour before going to bed.

Who told them to already be on the Want Want Group's big ship?
To be honest, they wouldn't be happy to disembark on their own, and they might even turn against each other.

By following the Want Want Group down this path to the bitter end, they can actually obtain the wealth and glory they desire.

But if they follow the capital giants in North America, they don't even know when they will be abandoned.

On the other hand, in North America, class stratification is very serious.

It's simply impossible for O'Brien and his group to get into the very top circles.

To borrow an old Chinese saying, it's better to be the head of a chicken than the tail of a phoenix.

Dahonggou Village, Shuanghe County, Heilongjiang Province.

Seven days have passed, and Wang Shoucheng and Liu Cuifang have been buried.

Although Wang Xiangqian and his children are still very sad, he is gone, and those who are still alive must be strong and not grieve too much.

At Wang Duoyu's house, Zheng Baoyin and Wang Jianchao were sitting in the study. They were preparing to go to the United States to take care of some work and would return to celebrate the Spring Festival at the end of the year.

"Uncle Jiu, our arms dealer was hit by a missile in the Middle East. We..."

"Just find someone to assassinate Nick Wade. It'll only take a little money. There's no need to get yourself into trouble."

"Okay, Uncle Jiu, I know what to do."

There are many of the most chaotic places in the world, such as the infamous Golden Triangle, Mexico, the Middle East, Africa, and South America.

Even the United States is a chaotic place.

In these places, there are definitely ruthless people, many who would risk their lives for money.

Assassinating Nick Wade, an officer at the Bahrain Jaffar military base, is no easy task.

But as long as the money is there, these people will definitely set off at any time.

Want Want Group naturally cannot get involved directly, otherwise, unexpected things could easily happen.

Even when it comes to arranging assassinations, they employ multiple layers of protection and utilize intermediaries to carry out the plan.

Zheng Baoyin then spoke up:

"Uncle, regarding the reward distribution you mentioned at the summary meeting, have you prepared a plan? If you have, then I will take it over and inform them."

Wang Jianchao echoed:
"Yeah, all I've heard lately is bad news. I haven't heard a single good news, which is really getting me down."

"Don't try to act in front of me, kid. God might be upset, but you won't be." Wang Duoyu glared at his nephew and continued:

"I've already prepared the reward distribution plan. Take a look at it yourselves. If there are no problems, sign it and then get out of here."

Wang Duoyu decided to distribute 10 billion US dollars after the Want Want Group made so much money in the past year.

He himself doesn't need the money.

The bonuses received by each person varied depending on the magnitude of their contribution.

This sum of 10 billion US dollars seems like a lot, and it is indeed a lot, but if it is distributed among all employees of Want Want Group, Maple Leaf Holdings, and other subsidiaries, then this amount of money is not so much.

Putting aside other things, the number of workers in Guangzhou alone for the Motong Toys Factory exceeds 20,000.

Even if only 20,000 people are given an extra bonus of 500 yuan each, then this bonus would amount to 10 million yuan.

Ten billion US dollars is equivalent to three hundred billion yuan.

It sounds like a lot, but that's because Want Want Group and Maple Leaf Holdings have so many subsidiaries. You can see this from Wang Duoyu's distribution plan. For example, the bonuses for his own subsidiaries like Yuma Apparel and Pandora will be higher, while the bonuses for his adopted subsidiaries like Comcast Group, McDonald's, and Daimler-Benz will be lower.

The management team was not included in this distribution plan; they received a separate large bonus.

This large sum of money totals five billion US dollars.

Upon seeing this, Zheng Baoyin and Wang Jianchao immediately grinned from ear to ear:

"Long live Uncle Jiu!"

Half an hour later, Zheng Baoyin and the others left, and Wang Duoyu also walked out of the study.

His daughter, Wang Qianqian, walked over and hugged his leg.

"Dad, are we going back to our home at Harbin Institute of Technology? Can we stay here?"

There are many children in my hometown, especially because of the recent funerals.

Although the adults were sad, the children, who didn't quite understand, were happy just to be able to watch TV together, even if they couldn't have fun.

Wang Yifei and her friends have been watching Hong Kong movies these past few days.

1992 happened to be the most popular and peak year for Hollywood in the East.

Last year, films released in Hong Kong included Fight Back to School, Operation Condor, To Be Number One, Once a Thief, Tricky Master, God of Gamblers II, Lui Rock, Once Upon a Time in China, and Prison on Fire II: Fugitive.

The lowest-grossing film was "Prison on Fire II: Fugitive," starring Chow Yun-fat, but it still grossed HK$24.5 million.

The box office champion, "Fight Back to School," grossed a whopping HK$4400 million. This film also marked the beginning of Stephen Chow's signature nonsensical style.

Hong Kong media have described Jackie Chan, Chow Yun-fat, and Stephen Chow as the three top stars.

After all, looking at the entire Hong Kong film industry in 1991, among the top ten highest-grossing films, Stephen Chow starred in three, Chow Yun-fat starred in two, and Jackie Chan starred in only one, but "Armour of God II: Operation Condor" was intended to break into Hollywood.

Furthermore, the film "Project Eagle" grossed ten million US dollars worldwide, equivalent to eighty million Hong Kong dollars, which is incomparable to films such as "Fight Back to School".

In recent years, the quality of films from Hong Kong Island has been getting better and better, and its influence has become very strong not only in Southeast Asia, but also around the world.

With such great movies to watch and so many friends to keep her company, Wang Yifei certainly doesn't want to go back to Harbin Institute of Technology.

"Okay, we won't go back. We'll go back after the New Year," Wang Duoyu said with a smile, then patted the little guy's hair.

"Are you happy now?"

"Yes, I'm so happy. Thank you, Dad. I love you."

With that, the little girl kissed her father on the cheek and then ran off to find her friends.

It's already mid-to-late January, and the Spring Festival is on February 4th, so there's no need to travel around.

Wang Duoyu got up and was about to return to his study to do his work when Yuan Zuliang suddenly entered.

"professor."

"Let's talk in the study."

In the study, Yuan Zuliang reported on the matter concerning Zhou Xiayang and his thirteen special agents.

That day, Yuan Zuliang personally deployed the combat mission, with the primary objective being to kill and annihilate the target, and the secondary objective being to capture them alive.

In addition to Zhao Xianyou, Luo Yuzhong, Zheng Enxi, and others, fifty soldiers stationed in Shuanghe County also participated in this operation.

However, Zhou Xiayang managed to escape and remains missing to this day.

Jamie Bruce also escaped, but today, Yuan Zuliang reported that he had been killed on the other side of the Songhua River.

It's not easy to hide from white people here in China.

Even though it's winter now, everyone is bundled up tightly when they go out.

But they were white, and it was quite normal for them to freeze to death outside if they stayed out overnight.

Zhou Xiayang is very cunning. Judging from the situation, he should not be dead, but whether he has escaped Heilongjiang is unknown.

After Yuan Zuliang finished his report, he waited anxiously.

Wang Duoyu is a scientific researcher. Even if his physical fitness is worse than that of an average person, he is still far inferior to Yuan Zuliang, the head instructor of special forces.

But Yuan Zuliang was afraid and nervous.

After a moment's thought, Wang Duoyu said:
"In that case, let's report the situation clearly to our superiors and try to find Zhou Xiayang as soon as possible."

"In addition, I will be staying here until after the New Year. You need to do a good job in security. If you need any equipment, you can tell me or apply directly to the higher-ups."

Yuan Zuliang waited for a while, but Wang Duoyu didn't say anything about punishment. He was overjoyed, responded, and quickly left.

Inside the command vehicle, Yuan Zuliang called over Zheng Enxi, Zhang Xuji, and Huang Deming, gave them a good scolding, and then told them to work hard and strengthen their training during their rest time.

Yuan Zuliang felt extremely ashamed about this mission.

Despite having laid an inescapable trap, Zhou Xiayang and Jamie Bruce still managed to escape. Several days have passed, and Zhou Xiayang still hasn't been found. That's really something.

In the workshop of the No. 8 factory of Yuma Garment Factory in Harbin, at lunchtime, the workers all stopped what they were doing and rushed to the canteen as soon as they heard the bell.

The factory canteen is very large, with two floors in total.

The second floor is for private kitchens, and wealthy people usually eat there. The first floor is for communal meals, which is also the place most workers like to eat.

Yuma Garment Factory No. 8 has a total of 8,000 employees. Although it is not a large factory, it is still quite large.

Besides, there's only one canteen for 8,000 people, which is barely enough.

So every time it's mealtime, the workers hope to be the first in line to get their food.

While everyone was queuing for food, the factory's loudspeaker wasn't playing music; instead, it was announcing something:

"Notification, notification! We have received a notification from our superiors that each employee in our factory will receive a bonus of 500 RMB."

hum!
In an instant, the entire cafeteria became lively, and everyone was even happier.

According to the broadcast announcement, in addition to the previously confirmed year-end bonus and other bonuses, an additional bonus of one thousand yuan will be issued.

This is really great!
Although the current workers earn more than 500 yuan a month, and if they work overtime, they may even earn more than 800 yuan.

But an extra thousand yuan is like getting it for free, who wouldn't be happy?
Of course, for managers, a thousand yuan is not much.

Inside the warehouse of the Eighth Factory's canteen, Zhou Xiayang heard the broadcast and immediately cursed the capitalists under his breath.

He has been hiding here for two days.

He originally wanted to continue his assassination mission in Dahonggou Village, Shuanghe County, but Yuan Zuliang and his men were too difficult to deal with.

On the other hand, he currently has no equipment and is injured. He is lucky to be alive, so the assassination mission has to be temporarily suspended until he recovers and gets weapons.

Actually, he had considered leaving Harbin, but the problem was that he couldn't run away now.

It was freezing cold outside, and he was still injured, so how could he possibly run very far?

Zhou Xiayang is lucky enough to be able to hide here.

After all, everyone in Factory 8 was an ordinary person, and no one would notice his existence.

In this godforsaken place called Ice City, he didn't have a safe house at all; otherwise, he could have hidden inside and rested.

Pity!
Moscow, a densely populated mixed area near the suburbs, home to a large number of foreigners.

There were businessmen from China, expatriates from Georgia, and ordinary black people from Africa.

Black Widow Daisy Carter thrives here because no one knows her or can see through her disguise.

Her safe house is here, and she started to come out and move around after recovering from her injuries.

Her previous partner, Nick Dean, has passed away, and she must complete the mission she failed to accomplish before, all by herself.

However, this time she's planning to pull off something big, and of course, first she needs to acquire more weapons and equipment.

There was some cash and gold hidden in the safe house, but not much.

So before that, she needs to raise some money.

The Novsnik bar was busier than usual tonight, with quite a few people there.

When Daisy Carter walked in, several thugs whistled at her and tried to touch her face.

She pulled out a pistol and pointed it at the man's heart: "Let's see if you're faster, or the bullet is faster?"

Everyone loves a ruthless and sexy beauty, but you have to be alive to experience it.

The thug sheepishly raised his hands and backed away, instantly cowering in fear.

In this way, Daisy Carter quickly obtained the information she wanted in her subsequent actions.

She originally wanted to make some money, but now she's changed her mind.

Someone offered ten million dollars to assassinate a U.S. military officer stationed in the Middle East.

Logically, this news shouldn't have reached Moscow, but in reality, it was just that Daisy Carter, the Black Widow, was too ruthless and directly killed the middleman at the Novsnik bar.

That's how Daisy Carter learned of this news.

Because only assassins or brokers with dark web accounts could know this information.

It's obvious that the person Daisy Carter just killed was actually the assassin's agent.

The main job of a hitman's contact is to gather more information and provide comprehensive assistance to the hitman.

"Fuck, it seems something big has happened back home."

Daisy Carter knew what was going on just by glancing at the mission details.

The dark web is an organization that is said to be relatively new, so it is a mixed bag of people.

Since she already knows this news, it's possible that others already know as well.

Officer Nick Wade is most likely hiding inside the base, right?

As she was thinking this, Daisy Carter had already left the bar and headed to an elite, wealthy neighborhood further out of Moscow.

She's here to collect some money; it's the money the hitman's agent kept here.

Although it was only $800,000, it was enough for her to buy a lot of weapons and equipment.

In 1992, $800,000 was a very large sum of money, even with the continuous depreciation of the dollar.

After successfully obtaining the money, Daisy Carter immediately went to another location in Moscow to trade arms.

But to her utter surprise, a massive brawl broke out as soon as she arrived.

She didn't know how many groups of people were involved, but one thing was certain: this was a place she couldn't stay.

After fleeing the scene, Daisy Carter's eyes were dark and her whole being exuded a murderous aura.

In order to acquire enough heavy weapons, she had no choice but to risk contacting a local tyrant in Moscow.

This was information she had gathered last month: this bully possessed many different types of weapons, including a lot of American equipment.

Black Widow is very knowledgeable about both American and other equipment.

The current situation is rather unusual, and she has no choice but to contact the bully; otherwise, she would have no way to purchase other heavy firepower equipment.

A few days later, Daisy Carter was trading arms with thugs near a dock on the outskirts of Moscow.

She brought a large amount of cash and, after meeting with the person, demanded that the weapons be inspected first.

That's undeniable, but the bully was a lecherous glutton. When he saw the Black Widow's alluring figure, especially those two large headlights, he couldn't move his legs.

Daisy Carter understood the other person's gaze, but she wasn't in the mood for a big fight. She didn't want to double-cross them; she just wanted to finish the deal quickly and then carry out her mission.

In this life, nothing is more important than fame and fortune.

Especially for agents like Daisy Carter, anonymity is impossible, since they operate in the shadows and it's almost impossible for their identities to be revealed.

Then all they care about is profit.

Since it's all for profit, Daisy Carter naturally wouldn't mind making more money.

Unfortunately, the bully's side had more than a dozen men, and the bully himself was particularly fierce and burly, clearly not someone to be trifled with.

Even though she pretended to have teammates, the bully didn't dare to force himself on her.

You can tease them a bit; the bully will definitely dare to do that.

"Let's renegotiate. You only need to spend one night with me, and you'll only need to pay seven hundred thousand US dollars for these weapons. How about that?"

The bully suddenly spoke up, and Daisy Carter refused without hesitation.

It's only $800,000; she can afford that amount of money.

Moreover, the rewards will be even greater if she completes the task.

She even considered whether she should take on the ten million dollar assassination mission, since if she could get the money, she could find a secluded place and retire early.

To be honest, Daisy Carter didn't like this kind of spy life at all.

But this is her life, and there is no other choice.

Bang!
Before the bully could speak again, gunshots suddenly rang out.

Daisy Carter reacted instantly, quickly dodging while simultaneously gripping her AK47. With a swift hook of her slender, long legs, she knocked over all the magazines on the table.

She casually picked up two AK47 magazines, quickly loaded them, and then stood up and swept them in a flurry.

Two soldiers advanced rapidly from a distance of over 100 meters.

Behind them, Pei Xiaojun, Huang Yiwen, and Lei Yang did not make a move.

Bang bang bang!
"Nine o'clock!"

Areas with heavy firepower are naturally targeted by snipers.

However, the darkness of night made it difficult to hit the enemy.

Especially the position at nine o'clock, that's where Daisy Carter is.

Daisy Carter cursed under her breath, then casually tossed a grenade, knocked over the table, and took the opportunity to throw weapons and equipment onto the car.

The table is made of steel, and unless it's a specially designed bullet, it's generally difficult to penetrate, so Daisy Carter still has some time.

However, the bully was no pushover either. Seeing that she was planning to double-cross her, he didn't hesitate and launched a swift attack.

Just then, Pei Xiaojun and his men rushed over and suppressed the bully's firepower.

Daisy Carter, who was all alone, had no choice but to glance regretfully at the remaining weapons she couldn't take with her, then floored the gas pedal and sped away from the scene.

"Chase!"

Lao Zunli and Jin Wenfeng quickly gave chase, and the bully's side also wanted to send people to pursue them, but Pei Xiaojun and his men had already pressed forward.

The scene was chaotic. Although the bullies had a lot of heavy firepower, they were outnumbered.

After all, Pei Xiaojun and his group were experienced veterans, practically seasoned soldiers on the battlefield, far superior to the rabble of bullies.

While it's true that all beings are equal before the power of firepower, it also depends on whether the people wielding that firepower are truly capable.

Half an hour later, the bully's side had been cleared away, and the scene was littered with corpses.

Soon, Song Cheng and his team found information about the people who had made the deal with the bullies, and quickly identified a Black Widow named Daisy Carter, who was said to be an FBI agent.

After the information was submitted, Caltim quickly learned about it and immediately called Song Cheng, demanding that the latter bring Daisy Carter back.

However, bringing this Black Widow back is easier said than done.
Daisy Carter, having navigated the European intelligence world for many years, naturally possessed her own set of survival skills.

Just like Zhou Xiayang, this kind of person is quite cautious and cunning enough to leave himself enough way out.

Unless you kill her on the spot, it will be difficult to catch up with her.

On a highway in the outskirts of Moscow, a scene straight out of "Fast and Furious" is unfolding.

Lao Zunli and his companion followed Daisy Carter closely. Although no shots were fired, their cars collided.

Unfortunately, Black Widow's driving skills are also top-notch, and she has escaped death several times.

Just as Lao Zunli was about to ram the car again, Jin Wenfeng suddenly pulled the steering wheel, dodging the fatal blow. The bullet only grazed Lao Zunli's ear and hit the frame of the car behind him.

Hiss! (End of Chapter)