What the hell is a private enterprise?

Chapter 480 A Close Call with Death (1200 Monthly Tickets in June)

"Bullets, first aid kit, backup communicator, GPS... bring two extra vials of morphine, and mosquito repellent, I don't want to be bitten to death by bugs."

Ryan grumbled as he urged his team to pack their gear; they needed to carry enough supplies for half a month and be prepared to resupply on the spot.

Although Caracalla is marked as a city on the map of Pakistan, it is actually only a small town at most, with most of it being villages, making it difficult to even buy things.

"Captain, we should buy something in Santa Ren and bring it with us, even if it's just a bottle of Coke."

Torres grumbled, expressing his dissatisfaction with the impromptu arrangements; even sleeping in a helicopter is difficult.

"Okay, okay... they're here."

Three Black Hawk helicopters began to hover in the sky according to the signal lights. Ryan's team carried large bags that were almost as tall as themselves on their backs. As they approached the helicopters, they could see the pilots' tense expressions.

"Hurry, hurry, the fighter jets will be withdrawing soon."

"Don't they stay out all night?"

"Where would we get that much fuel...? Is everyone here?"

In the darkness, all of the dozen or so members of the squad climbed onto the helicopter. After a roll call to ensure no one was missing, the helicopter took off immediately.

Ryan struck up a conversation with the pilot:
"We'll stop in Santa Ren for a while, right?"

"Of course, you don't think this plane's fuel can fly there directly, do you? But I know what you're planning to do. Take some with you, and I won't tell anyone else."

"make a deal."

After the simple deal was struck, Ryan turned around and saw Torres holding a long zoom infrared telescope and looking down.

"Still looking for that damn thing?"

Torres: "I'm really worried. What if we leave without finding him and he's in danger?"

"Don't worry... nothing unexpected will happen."

Ryan also looked down at the fleet that was gradually shrinking. At night, one cannot sail without lights. From the sky, it looked like a small village, which could be seen clearly even from a distance.

Just then, some noise came from Black Hawk's radio, but Ryan in the back row didn't hear it clearly.

But then the pilot turned around and shouted at him:
"Caught it!"

"what?"

Before Ryan could react, the helicopter tilted sharply. He instinctively grabbed a support on the bulkhead and held on tightly. He then realized that the helicopter was descending rapidly, but it wasn't out of control; rather, it seemed to be consciously avoiding something.

At the same time, the faint roar of jet engines could be heard in the sky, and about ten seconds later, he saw out of the corner of his eye that the Amazon River had lit up.

Looking back through the crack in the hatch, a dark red cloud was rising in the direction of the fleet.

Only then did the deafening sound of the explosion reach his ears.

The second, the third, and the fourth explosions were followed by three loud bangs. Based on his experience, he could tell that they were definitely aerial bombs—and of considerable size.

Meanwhile, in the darkness nearby, streaks of fire began to fall freely; those must have been downed fighter jets.

Hearing the commotion, the other team members rushed to the hatch to look back. The fleet, which had been calm just moments before, was now unusually bright. The ships were ordinary river cruise ships or cargo ships with no defensive capabilities. Their hulls were easily breached, causing them to explode. The massive amount of fuel created a towering fire that almost illuminated the river surface, and could even light up one side of the helicopter from several kilometers away.

All three Black Hawk helicopters just now heard the warning from the air and managed to avoid disaster by flying at extremely low altitude!
Ryan's heart pounded as he witnessed this, wondering what would have happened if it had been a few minutes later.

More than ten minutes passed, and the three Black Hawks desperately burrowed a considerable distance into the woods on the shore before the pilot finally spoke:
"Those F-15s were originally going back to the airport, but they had just fought a battle with those fighter jets and were almost out of fuel, so they had to land on the temporary field runway that you had previously set up."

Moreover, an F-15 was shot down and the pilot ejected; we need to rescue him first!

Ryan: "Will there be any more enemy planes?"

"Only God knows, we should have built the air force base first!" The pilots didn't know that the original plan was to build the air force base in Santa Rum, which would not only be able to receive aircraft transfers directly from Guyana or Suriname, but also cover most of the rainforest area.

Judging from the current situation, this will likely be a difficult process.

……

"what car is this?"

"This is the Hanma S9 Premium Edition, a brand-new domestically produced luxury brand D-class executive sedan with a large displacement engine, which is entirely developed and manufactured in-house."

"I think this is a BMW 740."

"No, no, no, this is the Hanma S9."

"This is 740!"

"I'm sorry, this is entirely our..."

Joachim finally got to see the official launch of the Hanma S9 and couldn't wait to cause trouble, even bringing the media along in advance.

Faced with such immense pressure, the sales staff at the Goose City Direct-Operated Experience Store simply repeated the promotional slogans over and over, leaving him speechless for the time being.

But he didn't dare to cause a scene like last time, after all, Gai Jin was quite influential in Goose City.

Previously, the domestic agents thought that Hans BMW was, after all, a foreign company, and they wanted to cause trouble by waving their flags. As a result, they did not dare to leave the guesthouse for three days and secretly ran away by buying train tickets in the middle of the night.

Josahim was not made things difficult, but he dared not make any rash moves, for fear of being caught red-handed and thrown out.

However, the staff at the directly operated store were quite dedicated, surrounding him and explaining the parameters and introducing the new car. They managed to keep him in place and prevent him from bothering other customers, allowing the media to take photos and enjoy the show.

Fortunately, just then, the iconic man and woman appeared at the store entrance.

"President Tang!"

"Boss Tang..."

A large group of people immediately surrounded him, and Tang Wen shook hands and greeted them one by one.

There's no way to do it; these are all Hanma S9 customers!

Because the exterior and configuration were slightly modified at the press conference, the new car needs time to be produced and delivered. To compensate, Tang Wen said he would personally deliver the car and discuss the customer's experience with them.

Even if the wealthy people who can afford this much money don't buy a car, they still have to buy one just to meet Tang Wen!
The media, who were originally eating Joachim melons, suddenly swarmed around and bombarded him with questions:
"Mr. Tang, today the head of Hans BMW accused you of plagiarism. What is your opinion?"

"Hans has also released an official statement. Have you seen it?"

"Don..."

"Okay, everyone please be quiet for a moment. I'm here to clear up a small misunderstanding between me and Mr. Joshaim."

There is no misunderstanding between us!

Joshaim finally managed to break free from the crowd and angrily tried to rush to Tang Wen. The others tried to stop him, but the latter raised his hand to stop them.

When Joshua finally confronted the shameless plagiarist, he was about to loudly refute him when he inadvertently met Tang Wen's gaze.

Tang Wen himself didn't think there was anything wrong with it. However, for a commander who was in charge of launching attacks on aircraft and warships every day and who had witnessed the attack on the fleet just 30 minutes earlier (due to the time difference), he couldn't help but have a cold and even indifferent look in his eyes.

Although his abilities were not comparable to those of a regular officer, Tang Wen had almost completed his transformation in terms of temperament and mental fortitude.

The Joshaim before him seemed to have returned to the time when he first joined the army. A colonel he had once met had looked at him with the same eyes, which meant... disdain.

(End of this chapter)