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

September 1994, Cyprus, continental Europe.

"Bertrand, are we really going to take this mission?"

"At the Arctic Fox mercenary group's base," Belisace asked with a solemn expression.

He is the organization's liaison to the outside world, and once the mission plan and details are finalized, he will be the first to take action.

Bertrand did not respond directly to the other party, but instead looked at Karlheinz, Philipstone, Galenthorne, and others:
"What do you think? Feel free to share your thoughts."

A while ago, the dark world posted a mission with a reward of 20 million US dollars.

However, the task was quickly taken by someone else, but it soon reappeared.

After lasting for more than half a month, during which many organizations took over the task, it was quickly resurfaced.

What this means is very clear to everyone.

That is to say, several organizations have already been wiped out and their traces erased from this world.

The mission was to eliminate the Anka mercenary group.

The reason is simple: the organization broke the rules and leaked information about their 'employer' to those government lackeys.

Detailed information was not released, but someone offered a bounty of 20 million US dollars to take down the Anka mercenary group.

So naturally, there are quite a few people who are greedy for money.

The Arctic Fox mercenary group and the Anka mercenary group already had a feud.

Therefore, Bertrand chose to go to war with the other side.

Although the Arctic Fox only had about thirty men, compared to the Anka mercenary group of over five hundred, they were completely overestimating themselves.

However, in recent times, the Anka mercenary group has also lost a significant number of members to other mercenary organizations.

And their stronghold has already been destroyed.

It's fair to say that the Anka mercenary group is now like stray dogs, with hardly anyone willing to take them in.

Take the recently established Mammoth Mercenary Group as an example. Most of the members of this organization come from the Anka Mercenary Group.

Therefore, the Anka mercenary group is now essentially useless, so Bertrand has nothing to fear.

"I'm fine with it, let's fight. But it seems we have more than just the Anka Mercenary Group. Where are we now?"

Garen Thorne said nonchalantly:

"Even if we are lucky enough to find them, with our strength, it will probably be difficult to annihilate them completely. And the most important thing now is to find out exactly how the Anka Mercenary Group wiped out the previous mercenary organizations."

"I don't want to go and die for nothing!"

Nobody is unafraid of death!

Especially such a foolish way to die.

Karl Heinz suddenly stopped typing and said:

"I've found a clue. The Anka mercenary group should be in Alaska, North America right now. The reason they wiped out the invading mercenary groups is mainly because they bribed and found an inside agent."

"In addition, FBI and CIA agents are also looking for Andy and Cameron, as if they are hiding something."

Snapped!
Phillipstone slammed his fist on the table and shouted:
"Shameless! They actually rely on money to fight a war? This kind of person is a disgrace to us mercenaries!"

Everyone was speechless: "."

Which mercenary organization isn't all about money?

How can we fight a war if we don't have money?

Philipstone is probably upset about the money Anka's mercenary group spent, right?

Perhaps in his eyes, that money belonged to him.

Bertrand shook his head and said:

"Alright, stop passing the buck. Let's vote by raising our hands. Those who agree, please raise your hands."

Hidab, Somali Peninsula.

"This airport runway is finally almost finished. It's been almost a year, it's been a long time!"

Zheng Baoyin came here today for a routine inspection because this project was one that his uncle had instructed him to pay special attention to.

The airport runway is one of the most important transportation routes for Hidab.

Therefore, the runway must be built.

"Yes, it is expected to be completed smoothly next month."

Yabofein nodded and said respectfully.

"After it's fixed, remember to test it several times. This track absolutely cannot have any accidents, or we'll both be in deep trouble!"

"Please rest assured, Mr. Zheng, I will personally oversee this, and there will absolutely be no problems."

You can't blame Yabofein for being so cautious.

Since the trap plan was launched, Wang Duoyu has held a special meeting, demanding that everyone behave themselves and absolutely not cause any trouble in the near future.

The shipment speed of Super Dollar has decreased significantly, while the regulatory intensity has increased considerably, resulting in a sharp drop in profit margins.

For safety reasons, this is the only option.

Yabo Fein then stopped paying much attention to the super dollar factory and focused most of his attention on the Hideb project.

If Wang Duoyu values ​​a project, then these senior executives will naturally take it seriously.

"Let's go check out the others."

Zheng Baoyin withdrew his gaze and turned to visit other places.

Hidab has already modified a lot of the underground laboratory, digging out a huge space directly underground.

According to Wang Duoyu's plan, the outside world must not know about Xidebu's situation; keeping it a secret is naturally the best option.

Therefore, the laboratory could only be built underground.

With more and more satellites overhead and cameras becoming increasingly sophisticated, Wang Duoyu had no choice but to dig deeper underground.

Yabo Fein and Zheng Baoyin took the elevator down to a space 200 meters underground, and finally saw the laboratory.

However, these laboratories are currently just empty rooms; the laboratory equipment has not yet been moved here.

"Have the water and electrical equipment been installed? What about the emergency evacuation routes?"

Zheng Baoyin asked very detailed questions and observed even more thoroughly, just like a questioning child, throwing out a lot of questions.

The basement space is not isolated; there are several escape routes.

These passageways connect to other underground spaces, which are also areas that Hideb will need to develop in the future.

The passage will be equipped with tracks, and high-speed rail will be used to ensure passage.

Just as Zheng Baoyin was about to continue his tour and inspection of the underground passage, someone called to inform him that Somali warlord Bodelai had launched another armed attack.

And this time, they even deployed armed helicopters.

Pei Xiaojun, the military attaché for the Hideb project, has personally led a team to intercept them.

"Let's go up to the surface and see what's going on."

Upon hearing this, Zheng Baoyin became interested.

Yabo Fein naturally did not object and then left the underground space.

Last year, Wang Duoyu had already said that he would support a Somali warlord and let this warlord continue to fight against other Somali warlords.

The warlord supported by Pei Xiaojun and his group was Damajin, a man with a family and a ruthless individual.

But people with families are easier to control.

Damazin was originally a minor leader. It was only after Pei Xiaojun and his team conducted extensive investigations and assessments that they decided to support him.

Over the past year, Damazin's power has expanded rapidly, growing from a few dozen guns to more than two thousand in just over a year.

However, if Bodelai deploys armed helicopters now, and Damazin has no corresponding countermeasures, then Damazin could very well be rendered useless in this battle.

Zheng Baoyin and his colleagues were also knowledgeable.

So they arrived near the battlefield immediately, and through the video footage transmitted back by the drone, it was clear that Baudelaire's offensive was extremely fierce.

"Boderai doesn't seem to have this many guns, does it? How come they suddenly have such a large arsenal? Is someone backing them up?"

"Yabo Fein said with a serious expression," Zheng Baoyin said with a chuckle.
"It seems you haven't taken precautions, failing to conduct thorough surveillance and investigation? Didn't you send your own people to Baudelaire to monitor the situation?"

Although they supported the warlord Damazin, it was merely to cover their tracks.

But acting has to be realistic, right? Do you really think this is just playing house?
Baudelaire is no ordinary man. He has managed to get to where he is today in a highly competitive environment without any external support, which shows that he is not only courageous but also quite intelligent.

The world is not lacking in intelligent people.

Those who understand warfare and are able to win wars are naturally more intelligent.

Yabo Fein blushed with embarrassment and offered no defense.

Because in the face of facts, any explanation is pale and powerless.

Pei Xiaojun clearly realized that things couldn't continue like this.

So he planned to cause trouble in secret.

"Arrange for a few men to disguise themselves and shoot down that armed helicopter for me, and then take out their leaders."

As armed personnel for Project Hideb, they were all 'demons' from the Exa farm.

These people are all experienced veterans of many wars.

Putting everything else aside, Pei Xiaojun had led his men to Moscow before, where they fought many bloody battles.

Therefore, they are all very powerful.

Bang!
With a gunshot, the rocket launcher fired its shell less than two seconds after the trigger was pulled.

It traced a beautiful line in the air before accurately hitting the armed helicopter.

The propellers instantly disintegrated, and the helicopter, having lost its power source, plummeted downwards.

Then it crashed violently into the ground, followed by a huge explosion, and a small flash of light illuminated the eyes of the nearby soldiers.

The helicopter is gone!

When Baudelaire saw this, his eyes widened in disbelief.

However, the advantage was gone, and he had no choice but to order a retreat.

Half a day later, Baudelaire returned to his lair and met a white man.

"Sir, I'm sorry, I failed again. They shot down my helicopter with a rocket launcher, and they also have many snipers who killed many of my elite subordinates from a distance. I suffered heavy losses!"

The moment he met the other party, Baudelaire began to complain about being poor.

The white man in front of me is named Lexelon and claims to be a businessman.

But Baudelaire wasn't stupid; he clearly understood that the other party was actually a spy with a red head and a red tail.

Lexelon needs Bodelai to kill Damazin, while also gathering as much information as possible about those who support Damazin.

Over the past year, Damazin has risen rapidly, attracting considerable attention, including from nearby warlords such as Gambella, as well as the Mahdi and Aidid factions in the Mogadishu region.

Almost all the warlords in the Somali peninsula have heard of Damazin and are eager to know who is supporting him.

In short, everyone wants to know the answer.

"Okay, I understand. I will arrange it for you as soon as possible."

Upon hearing this, Lexelon was not angry; instead, he spoke calmly.

"I will try my best to meet your needs, but Mr. Baudelaire, you must understand one thing: there is no such thing as a free lunch. You should prove your worth, otherwise, I will not continue to provide you with these weapons and equipment, understand?"

Upon hearing this, Bodelai was overjoyed and quickly patted his chest to say that there was no problem and that he would immediately arrange for people to investigate and find out who was supporting Damazin behind the scenes.

In fact, Bodelai has already found some information, and the people behind Damazin should be a powerful group composed of white people, Chinese people, black people and others.

However, Baudelaire still doesn't know the gang's specific name.

Therefore, he was unable to give Lexelon an explanation.

"I hope you won't disappoint me next time we meet."

Lexelon left, and Bodelais's face darkened before he began making arrangements.

Within the territory controlled by Damazin, the soldiers sent by Baudelaire had already arrived.

The so-called soldiers were just ordinary Somalis who came to 'sign up' and wanted to join the warlord gang led by Damazin.

Although the population of the Somali peninsula is only a few million.

However, there aren't many people who can actually handle firearms.

These people must be ruthless.

Even seven or eight-year-old children dare to pick up guns and shoot, let alone teenagers.

After Xiaobing joined, he was very well-behaved at first, but within two days, he had found out a lot of information.

And it also led him to run into Yabofan's car.

Although I couldn't see Yabofan's face, I could clearly see his back.

So the soldier relayed the intelligence message back.

"Big boss? What's this?"

Baudelaire wasn't clear on the specifics, but since there was a big boss involved, he couldn't miss the opportunity; perhaps this move would allow him to 'capture' the big boss.

So a new round of attacks began.

On the Somali peninsula, war has become the norm, with gunfire erupting daily.

The territories controlled by different warlords were clearly distinct.

It was indeed very difficult to get to the territory of the opposing warlord.

"Fuck, has this Bodelai lost his mind? Here we go again!" Damazin was furious and picked up his AK47 to fight back.

More than 1,900 guns were all fired in the direction of Baudelaire.

While the two sides were engaged in a fierce battle, Pei Xiaojun's team, located at the port of Perpella, had already arrived at the port with Lexelon.

The team did not alert Lexelon, but instead wanted to track them down to find out which force was targeting them.

Pei Xiaojun is a capable and visionary person.

Baudelaire's unusual actions made it clear to Pei Xiaojun that he must have someone supporting him.

So all they needed to do was deploy drones to keep an eye on the territory controlled by Bodele, and sure enough, they found a breakthrough.

It now appears that this white man named Lexelon is the key figure in this situation.

Half a day later, a cruise ship that had come from the Suez Canal docked at the port of Perbera.

"Let's go and take a look."

The team members were well disguised, so they quickly followed and boarded the cruise ship after Lexelon.

However, they encountered an accident soon after boarding the cruise ship.

Lexelon wasn't one to be trifled with; he didn't come to the Somali peninsula alone.

When the bodyguards discovered they were being followed, they naturally had to retaliate.

Therefore, three members of the squad that Pei Xiaojun had arranged died at once.

However, Lexelon's side also suffered five casualties, making the cost even greater.

With only five people left to protect him, Lexelon felt very insecure.

So he made a phone call to call someone to pick him up.

The call was quickly identified to Pei Xiaojun.

Because Lexelon contacted the KGB's office in the Arabian Peninsula.

"Russians?"

In Hideb's office, Pei Xiaojun's report caused both Yabo Fein and Zheng Baoyin to frown.

They initially thought it was the United States that was involved in this matter.

After all, everyone knows very well that only Americans would do this.

Especially since Yeltsin became the leader of Russia across Eurasia a few years ago, the whole of Moscow has fallen silent. They only care about their own internal affairs, and international affairs have gone underground.

I never expected them to suddenly appear, and their first move is to target the Somali peninsula.

"It seems they must have some important intelligence, otherwise, given their current principles of conduct, they wouldn't be making enemies everywhere."

Zheng Baoyin said in a deep voice:

"Since that's the case, then we'll play along. But Yabo, you'd better be careful. Have your men keep a close eye on things, lest you be caught off guard and suffer a setback."

“Mr. Zheng, I understand.” Yabo Fein nodded seriously.

The KGB was not a small organization; it was a behemoth.

Back then, he single-handedly confronted agencies such as the CIA, MI6, and the External Security Service, and even managed to gain the upper hand, which shows he was no ordinary person.

Even though the KGB is now in its twilight years, as the old saying goes, a lean camel is still bigger than a horse.

No matter how low-key the KGB is now, its power is undeniable.

Just then, Zheng Baoyin received a call from Wang Jianchao.

"Bao Yin, Orlando is dead."

"What did you say?" Zheng Baoyin stood up in surprise. Wang Jianchao explained over the phone:
"Recently, Orlando has been busy fighting the Anka mercenary group."

"He not only personally led a team to Alaska, but also issued bounties through the underworld, recruiting many mercenary organizations."

"However, multiple mercenary organizations failed to take down the Anka Mercenary Group for over half a month."

"Just now, FBI agents showed up, surrounded Orlando and his men, and quickly captured him."

Seeing no way to escape, Orlando sent a text message and then decisively detonated the bomb.

After listening, Zheng Baoyin remained silent for a long time.

Orlando is dead.

This news is truly unexpected.

Furthermore, Orlando would rather die than be captured alive by the FBI, which shows he's a tough guy.

Of course, Orlando did this out of necessity.

Because the Want Want Group has very strict regulations, Orlando's family is entirely under the control of the Want Want Group.

Once news of his capture spreads, his family will certainly be in great danger.

Orlando wasn't sure he could withstand electric shocks and other forms of torture, because those who could must be people with lofty ideals, beliefs, and unwavering will.

Unfortunately, such people are extremely rare.

Even if he can withstand it, his close confidants may not be able to.

That's why Orlando so decisively detonated the bomb, wanting to take a few people down with him before he died.

"Then let's give them generous compensation according to the previous regulations."

After a moment of silence, Zheng Baoyin said this, and Wang Jianchao agreed:
“That’s what I think too, but Bao Yin, this incident has reminded us that these American agencies are like madmen these days. Once they discover something, they all swarm over.”

"Now, although our people are keeping a lower profile and casualties have decreased, this also means that if something happens, several key members will die. The price we pay is quite high."

Talented individuals like Orlando would normally have had a high probability of being promoted and becoming executive candidates.

But now, it has become a mirage.

The super-powerful US dollar factories are becoming increasingly rampant.

Against this backdrop, Want Want Group naturally needs to cultivate more "white gloves" and "black gloves" (police officers and their associates).

This allows them to conceal themselves more deeply and mislead American capital groups like the Morgan family.

"The cost is high, but there's nothing we can do about it; it's something we have to go through."

Zheng Baoyin said in a deep voice:

"As long as the super dollar factory doesn't collapse, the other side will never give up."

"Therefore, we need to remain vigilant and ensure that our people can get through this crisis smoothly."

Logically speaking, since things have already calmed down on their end, agencies like the IRS, NSA, FBI, and CIA should no longer persist.

But no one expected that Orlando would encounter FBI agents in Alaska.

All I can say is that time is destiny.

"By the way, Jianchao, let me tell you, we saw KGB people on the Somali peninsula. Although it's not 100% confirmed yet, you need to know about the KGB's resurgence."

Wang Jianchao on the other end of the phone was immediately shocked.

Good grief, the KGB is out again?!
"No, we have to tell Uncle Jiu first, otherwise we won't know how to deal with this."

In Harbin, on the Weizigou campus of Harbin Institute of Technology, Wang Duoyu is taking a walk.

Following him were students Yang Nianzhen, Yorkz, Zhao Jice, Wang Junhong, Gales, Wei Jiahong, and others.

The western sky was bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun, and the evening glow was quite beautiful.

However, Wang Duoyu and his friends did not focus on the sunset scenery, but chatted idly.

It was supposed to be a casual chat, but we were actually discussing a math topic.

Students like Zhao Jice and Wei Jiahong wouldn't easily let such an opportunity pass them by, so they naturally had to ask their teachers for help, because their usual study habit was to write down any problems they couldn't solve.

I will continue to think about it afterward, and if I really can't figure it out, I will ask my senior brothers and sisters like Yorkz, Yang Nianzhen, Bocherz, and Maxim.

For Wei Jiahong, Goss, and Hino Yasuhito in particular, the time ahead will be crucial in determining whether they can win the Fields Medal four years from now.

Only by achieving results can they have a chance to receive that medal.

"Alright, that's all for today. Would you like to have dinner together?"

Wang Duoyu was just being polite, but he didn't intend to invite them to dinner.

Yang Nianzhen and the others immediately shook their heads. Although they all wanted to agree, they were not fools.

Their teacher, Wang Duoyu, particularly enjoys having meals with his family and maintains a very regular daily routine.

Throughout the year, I ate at home most of the time and rarely ate with other people.

Perhaps before 1990, Wang Duoyu would have dined with people like Shing-Tung Yau, Smail, and John Milnor quite often.

But this habit has now been changed.

Watching Wang Duoyu and his son Wang Junhong leave, Zhao Jice felt very envious: "If only I were also a teacher's son."

Snapped!
Yang Nianzhen patted him on the shoulder:
"Junior brother, what are you thinking about? Come on, let's go have a meal together, and we can talk about you and Junior Brother Junhong."

what?
No, is it possible that Senior Sister has taken a liking to Wang Junhong because she's so interested in him?
But that's absolutely impossible.

Leaving aside the fact that Yang Nianzhen is already a Fields Medal winner and her position is unshakeable, she has no need to secure her position through so-called marriage.

She's thirty-three this year, while Wang Junhong is only thirteen or fourteen, a twenty-year age difference.

Even if she really liked Wang Junhong, the latter would never agree to it.

But if the senior sister wasn't interested in Wang Junhong, then why was she so concerned about him?
Even though Zhao Jice prided himself on being as clever as Zhuge Liang, he felt his brain wasn't working properly at this moment.

what's going on?
On the island in the middle of the lake, Wang Duoyu and his son returned home and went straight to the living room.

Dinner was already prepared, and we could eat anytime.

Unless there are other plans, their family usually eats dinner at 7 pm, which has become a family habit.

"Dad, you're back. My little sister was crying."

When Wang Yifei saw her father, she immediately complained to him, looking aggrieved.

Because her younger sister was crying very hard, she wanted to comfort her.

But it was no use. Instead, she got scolded by her mother because her mother mistakenly thought that she had teased her younger sister and made her cry.

"Okay, I understand. Your mother didn't mean it. Did she apologize to you? Yes, since she apologized, don't be sad anymore. Let's just let this go, okay?"

Seeing that the little guy was particularly aggrieved, his eyes reddened, and tears were about to fall, Wang Duoyu quickly comforted him.

"Your little sister is crying because she's still young and doesn't understand anything. As the older sister, you need to be more patient in the future."

“You need to learn to control your emotions and explain things clearly to everyone. Otherwise, look at you now, you're feeling wronged, your mother is upset, and it makes me very sad to see you like this, you know?”

As the children grew up, Wang Duoyu no longer readily resorted to that set of corporal punishment theories.

Three- or four-year-old children may not understand much. If a child is disobedient and goes against adults, then give the child a "bamboo shoot stir-fry" meal, and you'll be sure to make the child obedient.

What nonsense about reasoning, about gently telling the child not to do that, otherwise Mom and Dad will be sad.

Only someone without children would mislead others like this.

For any parent with children, corporal punishment is the only true solution.

When Wang Yifei and the others were young, Wang Duoyu used corporal punishment to discipline them.

However, this needs to be changed now, because children grow up quickly and are very smart and sensible.

"Go wash your face in the bathroom, it's time to eat, sweetie, don't cry."

"Daddy, can you hug me? Waaah!"

Wang Duoyu: “.”

My daughter is very good at being affectionate.

He then carried the little one to the bathroom, put her down, and let her wash her face by herself.

She can cry on cue; she's a true powerhouse of acting talent. The Oscars owe her a Best Actress award.

At the dinner table, Wang Duoyu ate his meal while feeding Bai Doufu some complementary food.

Now, Bai Doufu is almost ten months old and will soon be one year old, so she can start eating complementary foods a long time ago.

However, she is still breastfeeding and drinking milk, and has not been completely weaned yet.

As a result, the little guy is chubby and fair-skinned, just as cute as a porcelain doll.

The little one was sitting in a specially made baby chair, moving his little hands around and occasionally babbling a few words.

"Next, please see an international news brief. Early this morning, a passenger ship sank in the Baltic Sea southwestern Finland, killing more than 800 people."

Upon hearing the news, Liu Xiaoli immediately commented:

"Isn't it too dangerous abroad? Passenger ships can sink? This isn't decades ago anymore, and aren't these all developed countries? How come their technology is so bad?"

Because of Wang Duoyu, she also frequently follows the news.

However, influenced by the news broadcast, she knew that things were very chaotic abroad and that accidents often happened.

Wang Meili and Zheng Baoyin often returned from abroad, and Liu Xiaoli heard a lot about how advanced foreign countries were from them.

For example, in Europe, after World War II, their economy recovered quickly after the development of the 1950s and 60s.

After all, they have a relatively strong industrial base, so economic recovery is naturally a given.

Europe's economy is developed, and it is at least much more advanced than China's.

This led Liu Xiaoli to have a biased view of European countries.

Unfortunately, when reporting international news, CCTV's evening news program mainly focuses on passenger ship sinkings, plane crashes, drug dealers' vault robberies, and frequent wars.

In short, people abroad are living in dire straits.

Liu Xiaoli basically treats the world as a whole, estimating that Europe, Africa, and the Americas are each a village, and the domestic area is another village.

There wasn't much news from Africa, and the Middle East was also incorporated into Europe.

Therefore, in her view, foreign countries are just big villages, which are not very good.

Even every time Liu Xiaoli sees news about plane crashes, she feels a pang of fear, worried that she might encounter a similar situation the next time she travels by plane.

Anyway, Wang Duoyu and the others are already immune to it. No matter how she complains, they just shouldn't argue back.

Otherwise, Liu Xiaoli could keep you chatting for a long time.

A housewife who stays at home most of the time—well, she has a nanny at home, so she can't be completely considered a housewife.

But she doesn't have a formal job, so she spends most of her time with her children.

If there's only one child in the family, that child would probably suffocate.

Because there are many children in the family, Liu Xiaoli's attention is diverted. When the children are happy, she also feels a great sense of accomplishment.

Just then, Wang Duoyu's phone rang.

"Hey, Jianchao, have you eaten yet?"

"Uncle Jiu, are you having dinner? I just got off the plane. Remember to save me a bowl of rice later. I'll be at your house soon."

"You're not kidding me, are you? Why are you suddenly back in Harbin?"

"It's alright, I'll talk to you in detail after I finish eating."

"Alright, we'll talk about it later."

After hanging up the phone, Wang Duoyu didn't dwell on the matter and focused on feeding Bai Doufu.

However, the little guy didn't want to eat anymore. He closed his mouth and looked at the TV.

"White tofu, are you full?"

The little one, who is not even a year old, naturally cannot understand.

"Let me do it." Liu Xiaoli put down her chopsticks and said that she was full and asked Liu Xiaoli to feed her.

After a while, the news ended, and dinner was over.

The mini-class officially began, and Wang Jianchao entered the room at that moment.

"Ninth Uncle, Sister-in-law"

"Cousin, you're here! Did you bring a gift?"

Wang Yifei pounced on it immediately, her eyes sparkling, only wanting to see the gift.

She's gotten used to her cousin bringing gifts every time he visits.

Although she doesn't actually lack anything, she just needs a surprise to add some spice to her relatively peaceful life.

Girls are always like that.

She hasn't left the house for almost a month since school started.

Because recently, her father hasn't gone anywhere. On weekends, he only lets her play in the surrounding areas, and she can't go as far as Harbin.

But what's fun about Harbin?
The busiest streets are near Harbin Institute of Technology, the zoo is also on the Weizigou campus, and the amusement park is next to the two five-star hotels at the school gate.

As for other parts of Harbin, there doesn't seem to be much to do there.

Therefore, for Wang Yifei, it would be more interesting to go to other places.

For example, Shangri-La, which I visited during the summer vacation, or Jiuzhaigou, or other places such as Ali Camp, Guangzhou, XJ, Beijing, etc.

"Yes, it's in the car. Go get it."

Wang Yifei and the third brother, Wang Junkang, screamed and ran out.

While the children were making a ruckus, Wang Jianchao had already sat down to eat, and after finishing his meal, he went to the study next door.

As soon as he sat down on the sofa, Wang Duoyu asked in surprise:
"You mean Orlando Stewart is dead?"

This guy actually died?
To be honest, Wang Duoyu had thought highly of this person before, because he was ruthless enough, bold and meticulous, and most importantly, loyal enough.

It's a pity that such a subordinate died in Alaska.

"Yes, Uncle Nine!"

Wang Jianchao nodded emphatically:

"Before I came back, martial law had been declared in Alaska. A lot of FBI agents went there, and I guess a few members of the Anka mercenary group couldn't escape either."

"There are also other mercenary organizations that were lured there by the huge sums of money in Orlando, and they have suffered many casualties."

"According to the information we have gathered, at least a thousand people have died this time."

"The only saving grace is that we didn't leave any evidence against us; otherwise, I would have already deployed missiles."

Just as the Exa farm has missiles, the Want Want Group also has many military-base-like farms in Alaska, which naturally also have missiles.

In the United States, there's really nothing that money can't buy.

After all, if you have money, anyone born in the United States could potentially become the leader.

"It's best if nothing bad happened!"

Wang Duoyu, however, was not so optimistic:
"Those institutions are making such a big fuss because they've been driven crazy by the Federal Reserve."

“If you are careless, you may get caught.”

"I told you to behave yourselves for a while, and at the same time create the illusion of chaos to disrupt the Federal Reserve's plans, but it seems that the effect was mediocre."

"Orlando is dead, so let's give his family $50 million in compensation. Also, send a notification to all other sales staff and managers; they need to be on high alert, if they don't want to die."

As he was talking, he suddenly fell silent.

In reality, the negative impact of this incident is not that significant.

However, the positive impact on Want Want Group is probably greater.

Because of Orlando's unique background, he was the most likely candidate to become a senior executive, but now he's gone.

All dreams have vanished.

Other sales or arms dealers who don't want to follow in Orlando's footsteps need to be extremely vigilant.

"By the way, what are you planning to do next? You're not thinking of getting revenge, are you?"

"Uncle Jiu, you said you would tell us to behave ourselves for a while, so we definitely won't retaliate now."

"That's good!"

“By the way, Uncle Jiu, there’s one more thing. Bao Yin told me that when he was in Somalia, he learned that the KGB was supporting the warlord Bodelai behind the scenes, and had already provided armed helicopters and other weapons and equipment.”

Wang Jianchao paused for a moment, then continued:
"The representative behind this, Lexelon, has now boarded a cruise ship at the port of Berbera in Somalia, with its destination being Dubai."

Should we intercept them halfway?

This news came as a complete surprise to Wang Duoyu.

When did the KGB start causing trouble again?
However, on second thought, the KGB was once an unparalleled intelligence agency, extremely powerful.

Despite the significant losses suffered by the KGB due to events in previous years.

However, this is also a very powerful organization. Now that it has been discovered that they are actually paying attention to the Somali peninsula, it seems that they have some ulterior motives.
However, the Somali Peninsula is a desolate place, and the United States had to give up after trying to capture the warlord Aidid.

In this chaotic place where everyone is a pirate, what is the KGB planning to do with this place?
Wang Duoyu didn't think there was anything to gain from this godforsaken place.

If he hadn't mastered desert greening technology and needed a place to conduct related experiments, he wouldn't have set his sights on this place.

"Yes, in North America, maintain a complete retreat and avoid provoking any more trouble. But you must investigate the KGB and find out exactly what they're up to." (End of Chapter)