Chapter 1086： : The rich man pointed to a lump of cow dung and said: This is the next piece of blue ocean

January 27, 2000.

The sky is clear.

The plane landed slowly at Somalia International Airport.

Rare tourists come here with different purposes.

Most people get off the plane and are dazzled by the modern facilities. The airport has been changed several times under the strong request of the chief's office. Anyway, it is backed by the savior company and has plenty of money.

It costs 200 million US dollars, and all facilities have been renovated.

It has two terminal buildings with a total area of ​​200,000 square meters. It has become a veritable African transit station, through which turkeys from Germany are transported to South Africa, and South African agates are transported to the world from here.

It is one of the few airports in Africa that can support long-distance voyage missions.

[Hogwarts] The iron hand and his party got off the plane and took a deep breath, fresh and indifferent, without the unique smell of Africa.

This made Tie Shou flash a trace of surprise in his eyes.

The evaluation of Tang Dao in my heart has slightly improved.

At the very least, apart from violence, this Chinese man's management ability is still very good.

He's here to attend a "meet and greet".

[Nordic giant] The scene of being beaten up made him "dare not not to come", but he still looked like even if you can conquer my RT, you can't control my soul.

And I don't know if I'm guilty or not.

He brought more than twenty people with him on this trip.

Apart from the necessary secretaries, most are bodyguards.

Someone in Tang really wants to kill him, is this enough? Don't think about it carefully, really, is Boss Tang the kind of rotten breed who has friends who come from afar and will be punished even though he is far away?

Yes!

He led people out of the terminal, and saw rows of luxury cars parked with national flags on them, and banners at the door, as well as welcome words on the LED vertical display.

"Mr. Hogg, welcome to Somalia."

Seeing the iron hand coming out, Hester, who had been waiting for a long time, pulled his suit with his left hand. He was specially dressed today, and the few silver hairs on his head looked particularly stable. This is simply a middle-aged male god.

Tie Shou was not at all surprised that the other party yelled out his "vulgar name". It would be strange if the Savior Company didn't have the ability.

And he also knew who the other party was.

Hearst, one of the Troika of the Savior Company.

An ordinary manager turned into a giant of the hottest company in the world.

Even the iron hand is a little envious.

This is following the right boss.

"Hello." He tried his best to look cold, reached out to shake Hester's hand, and lifted his chin slightly.

Hearst found this attitude funny.

If it weren't for the wailing in the Zhongy Mountains, he probably wouldn't have come. He was scared out of his wits and still used this expression?

I'll meet the boss later...

Will he be slapped to death?

"Can we go now?"

"Wait a minute, wait for other guests." Hurst looked at his watch, raised his head, and passed the iron hand, just in time to see another team coming out of it.

The latter also frowned and looked back.

Yo, this is an acquaintance.

【Holy Zeus】.

"Damn it, how did you meet this guy?" Iron Hand's face darkened, [Hogwarts] has a deep historical grievance with the other party, and you can tell what kind of guy it is just by looking at the name of the other party's organization.

Believe in Zeus?

Aren't they all scumbags?

Hearst went up to greet him, Iron Hand just stood there, and the other party had a big smile on his face. When he saw Iron Hand, the same smile froze, and the eyes of the two met in mid-air.

They seem to be able to touch sparks.

Hester stood beside him with great interest and took this scene into his eyes, with a smile on his face, "Gentlemen, please get in the car."

"I want to build a car with Mr. Hogg, isn't it convenient?"

With a black face, Tie Shou directly refused, "No, I don't want to share a car with you, Hopkins, we don't have such a good friendship."

This kind of face-to-face refusal is not reserved at all.

"It's okay, gentlemen, the three of us share a car." Hurst pointed to a stretched Lincoln and said.

Tieshou's face was gloomy.

Hopkins smiled.

…

Vehicles drive on the streets of Mogadishu.

Hopkins looked at the residents on bicycles outside the window, and then at the tall buildings. He clicked his tongue and said in amazement, "The last time I came to Somalia was 20 years ago, my God, this has changed too much. Mr Nicholas is a great businessman."

Tie Shou sat across from him, folded his hands, looked at the other's hypocritical flattery, almost spit it out, the corners of his mouth were twitching.

"Here has the richest land and the most hardworking people. They should enjoy the dividends of civilization."

Hearst was right.

Not guilty at all.

Yes, very diligent and lazy!

Hopkins nodded in agreement, almost full of compliments along the way.

"Mr. Hurst, why did Mr. Nicholas come to us?" Tie Shou couldn't take it anymore, he directly pulled the subject back, and asked. He glanced at Hopkins from the corner of his eye. The ears seemed to be pricking up.

He cares about that too.

The demise of [Nordic Giant] brought them too much psychological pressure. They didn't even know how to face Mr. Tang. When they came, the capital owners behind them must have explained it.

Damn, don't offend that lunatic.

We are all about making money!

Hurst looked at the two people with slightly anxious faces. After pondering for a while, he smiled and comforted him, "Don't worry, the boss has a good feeling for everyone. Maybe, he just thinks that we can cooperate more deeply. Woolen cloth?"

Feel good?

Iron Hand was about to complain, he didn't know what happened to Hopkins, anyway, he was not very friendly with Nicholas.

The filth that happened on both sides smelled worse than the stones in the toilet.

You tell, friendship exists?

The other party probably wants to bombard me with a cannon.

Iron Hand felt uneasy, and Hopkins also showed worry. Even flattering felt boring. The atmosphere in the car suddenly became much quieter, only the sound of the tires rubbing against the ground.

About twenty minutes passed.

The convoy drove into the National Laboratory Park, and there were obviously more armed security personnel on both sides. When the vehicle stopped slowly, a strange scene appeared.

Iron Hand and Hopkins looked at each other.

They all hope to get out of the car first.

Even if someone shoots outside, they can die a few seconds later.

"Ahem, ahem...you still not getting out of the car?" Hopkins said.

The corner of Tie Shou's mouth twitched, he lowered his head and cursed, then walked out with a stiff neck, pulled off his suit, tilted his head, tried his best to smile, looked at Tang Dao who was walking towards him, and licked his tongue .

nervous?

Why are you so nervous?

"I'm so glad to see you, Hogg." Tang Dao greeted him in a very gentle tone, without being overbearing at all.

"Hello, Mr. Tang."

The tough Hogg just now is as docile as a kitten.

He also called Tang Dao by his surname "as the Romans do", obviously doing a good job in his homework, which is quite respectful.

Iron Hand found a lot of familiar faces beside Tang, all of them were from the same type of organization as [Hogwarts].

It is rare for everyone to get together, those who are familiar nod to each other, and those who are not familiar stand silently, regardless of their identities, they are all standing like minions.

"I am very glad that everyone can give me this face to attend the meeting. It makes me feel that I am not alone in the field of genetics. In order to show my friendship, I decided to show you my biological research institute."

No one dares to give you face, big brother.

The Iberian Peninsula is still on fire.

Tieshou grumbled in his heart, but still showed a knowing smile to save face. He got on the sightseeing car and didn't have much hope for the next visit. Asians are cheapskates. Can they show themselves any skills?

Apparently, Tie Shou used John Bull's disposition to contrast someone Tang.

He is still very generous!

He took them directly to the rumored "No. 1" laboratory, that is, the biological transformation laboratory, including the types of genetic agents and moderators.

The genetically modified people of all the companies present must use the palliative agent of the savior company, which is almost a monopoly, because they do not have the ability to create it themselves.

And here, Tie Shou saw an "acquaintance".

bang bang bang!

The Ratman Maupassant patted the cage vigorously. The huge cage was about four or five meters high. He (it) was in a good state of mind, and when the crowd approached, he saw the iron cage in the crowd at a glance. hand.

bare!

Sticking his head out of the gap, he roared loudly.

Like yelling, cursing.

Tie Shou stood behind with a livid and ugly face, and he could understand that Maupassant was snarling at him.

"This is the mutant we caught in Vienna. We named it: Ratman. We found more than 127 kinds of germs in his body, 100 of which can cause death. Moreover, most of them are new types of viruses produced by mixing viruses in his body. Virus."

The doctor in charge of the commentary threw a small red ball in his hand.

As soon as he entered the cage, Maupassant seemed to be stimulated, and he was so excited that he caught it with his mouth in mid-air, and then kept biting.

"Red, it can arouse its excitement. You can see that his teeth are different from ordinary mice, but more inclined to bats. Moreover, it is extremely sensitive to light." As he said, he turned on the flashlight in his hand and shone on the opponent's eyes. face.

After an angry roar, Maupassant jumped out of the cage, crawled on all fours, and hid far away from the light.

"This is a new species created by man."

The visitors were in an uproar, whispering to each other, and some active people looked at Iron Hand meaningfully, Vienna is his territory.

"Actually, according to the assessment of our experts, this is currently at the lethal level." The doctor continued.

"Wait, may I ask, what is lethal level?"

The doctor smiled and said, "This is our evaluation of the strength of genetic organisms, and there is such an introduction in the brochure in your hand."

When they came in to visit, each had a pamphlet.

I thought it was an advertisement, but I didn't care.

Now that they heard this, they all started flipping through the book in unison.

"Destruction level, destruction level, destruction level, death level."

"However, the virus in its body is pushing its cells and genes to decompose and regenerate. In other words, it is slowly evolving, and it may not take long to reach the destructive level. A creature at this level is enough to destroy an elite special forces team."

But at this time, perhaps on purpose, Tang Dao said something.

"Everyone can refer to our company's Colonel Yu Jin. I think you should know him better than me. He is a destructive individual."

This is the first time Tang Dao acknowledged Yu Jin's strength.

"Facing the Ratman at this time, perhaps, he only needs ten seconds to defeat him." The doctor also put forward his own concept to deepen the comparison between everyone.

Tang Dao raised his chin slightly, "Go on."

"Actually, this kind of experimental body is extremely irresponsible. If his life doesn't evolve, then the virus on his body is enough to destroy us. Its vermilion claws are 1000 times more dangerous than the rabies virus!"

These words made several organization leaders who originally planned to take a closer look subconsciously took a step back.

Everyone is in this industry, so it is clear that genetic modification has enriched new human individuals, but also, accidents are also happening. If you are not careful, you will not know what kind of creature you are researching.

"Our expert team has optimized it based on the genes extracted from the Ratmen. There is currently a topic under study, which is to carry out a deeper level of individual transformation of individual soldiers. Irene called up the S-class secret, Gu Leiya. "

There was a sound in the laboratory.

[Acquisition of S-class confidential authorization...]

[According to the order of the Supreme Council, Irene authorized. 】

【Please wait…】

Two light-colored pillars appeared next to the cage, and then pulled away towards the sides, slowly forming a virtual screen. A huge human "light" stood with no cover on its body.

This is a woman with a blue waist-length ponytail. This color is very special. She has snow-white Sydney skin and sky-blue eyes that are lifeless and empty like a dead person.

And the most fascinating thing is…

Those feet turned out to be a pair of horseshoes? ? ?

"What is this? A game character?"

"?? According to him, this is a concept product? No way?"

Looking at the people below who were discussing gradually, the doctor hurriedly shouted, "Gentlemen, please be quiet."

They kept their mouths shut while being obedient, but their eyes showed curiosity, wanting to know what it was.

"This is our current concept topic, transforming people!"

Tie Shou looked as expected.

In fact, everyone present has dabbled in this. There are too many genetic codes. Some people brazenly say that genetics can be used to edit God.

But again, there is a market among many extreme scientists.

But when genetics gets stuck, you have to find another way, just like when the novelist Calvin always liked water.

Transforming humans is a branch of genetic humans.

The French scientist Benjamin Sen, a disciple of the famous biologist Carl von Linnaeus, raised an issue at a world conference in 1798.

"Why can't human beings have the most perfect body? For example, the limbs of a running cheetah, the eyes of an eagle, and the sense of smell like a dog? If you put these together on a human body, what will happen?"

His ideas aroused great public opinion at the time.

But he found volunteers anyway.

But just one month before the experiment, he died strangely in the apartment. He was shot by 7 bullets and committed suicide.

But his paranoid remarks did not dissipate.

Mao Xiong and Ying Jiang should have done such inhumane experiments.

"We planned for Guleya the running speed of the horse, the eagle's eyes, and the amazing jumping power. Of course, these are just theories. There are too many subjects involved, not just science, but also medicine and philosophy. said the doctor.

Tieshou's eyebrows trembled when he heard that.

MD, we accidentally created this monster, but does the Savior Company mean to develop this monster?

Even the daring he thinks this is a fantasy.

Can…

He looked at Maupassant, the rat man who was huddled together, and fell silent for a moment, as if there was a reference point in front of him.

He looked at Gu Leya in the virtual screen with complicated eyes, touched his short hair, and glanced at Tang Dao, who looked indifferently, as if he felt his eyes, and looked over.

The startled Tieshou hurriedly lowered his head.

Tang Dao smiled happily.

"What the **** is this Asian going to do? Why did he suddenly show us this kind of plan? What is his purpose?"

The iron hand is a series of three consecutive questions.

How can there be love for no reason, just want to make an appointment.

Men's mouths are deceiving ghosts!

After they digested it for a while, Tang Dao said, "Okay, let's visit the next laboratory."

A group of people looked back at Gu Leya reluctantly, like a cat scratching their hearts, and there were many questions they wanted to ask.

"Mr. Nicholas..."

"Mr. Tang..."

"Don't worry, there is plenty of time, we can talk slowly, are you in a hurry to leave? Gentlemen, you can stay here for two more days." Tang Dao said with a smile.

Isn't the concept product just a picture of a big cake?

Or to put it another way, empty glove white wolf.

The famous "Leukemia from a Drop of Blood" is such a scam. If the poor come, others will think it is your fantasy, but for people with the status of Tang Dao.

Then this is the next blue ocean.

Tang Dao lived comfortably, and those organization leaders were like cats scratching, and the subsequent visits felt boring.

no!

I have to call Dad Capital and advise them to get on the boat at this time, it's going to make a fortune!

Tang Dao: Don't worry, let the bullet fly for a while.

…

Iberian Peninsula.

madrid.

Night, silence.

On days when the stray dogs were too lazy to go out, they hid beside the trash can and quietly guarded the hut.

The lights in Joaquin's room were still on.

When he sleeps at night, he doesn't like to turn off the lights. Maybe it's because he has done too many evils, and he is afraid that if he closes his eyes, his life will be locked away.

But at this time, Joaquin, who had finally fallen asleep, suddenly looked ugly, turned livid in an instant, as if drowning, waving his hands and feet vigorously, struggling.

Suddenly, stare!

When he saw the lamp, all the negative emotions disappeared immediately, his face was flushed, he gasped heavily, and he had a nightmare again, dreaming that someone killed him, he couldn't see his face clearly, but the other party grabbed him, Can clearly feel death.

"Sebastine, Sebastian!" Joaquin touched the voice aid, put it on his throat, and called out to the butler. The latter slept in the side room next to him and would come over if there was any movement.

However, after shouting several times today, there was no answer. Joaquin muttered and got off the bed, fumbled with his toes, put on his slippers, put on his clothes, and moved towards the door.

This opens the door.

His pupils widened suddenly, and his breathing stopped rhythmically.

I saw the butler standing straight at the door, but he had obviously been dead for a long time, his old face was pale, the corners of his mouth were still full of blood stains, and his eyes just stood there.

Joaquin was so frightened that he took several steps back. He couldn't stand still and sat on the ground. Looking at the butler's horrifying corpse, his hairs stood on end.

Kick, kick, kick!

The sound of footsteps in the corridor seemed to hit Joaquin's heart every time, and the heart shrank suddenly with tension.

"Godfather, are you awake?"

Narvi and Vitas appeared at the door at the same time, the latter smiled hypocritically, while the former looked indifferent, glanced at the corpse, waved his hand in disgust, and signaled the younger brother to move away.

"Mr. Sebastian is very loyal to you. I asked him to help me with a small matter, but he refused. Didn't he just want to put some medicine in your dinner?" Agree, there is no way, I must not let him live, you are right."

Joaquin looked at his nominal godson with three white eyes.

He figured it out in an instant, the other party was trying to force the palace!

"You understand what we are going to do, just like you did when you were 21 years old, to get your own rights." Natas grinned, with suppressed excitement in his eyes, with some good words, "You just need to put the symbol of rights Give us the seal, and we guarantee that your life will definitely be more comfortable than it is now."

"you are dreaming!"

Joaquin's tone was filled with annoyance, "You guys are betraying." He raised his voice, as if he was waiting for something.

Natas' face froze, and slowly turned cold, shaking his head, "Why do you have such a temper? Can't you just agree to it? Your people are dead, so don't think about them coming to save you."

He paused, then raised his head suddenly, "Are you still planning to hand over the position to that **** Nash?!"

His face was hideous.

Even Werner had a fierce look in his eyes. The name naturally carried a disgusting taste. He looked at Joaquin viciously, with jealousy in his eyes.

"Why can't we compare to that JK's son!"

"Old guy..." Werner mumbled.

Joaquin took a deep breath and sat up straight. Don't let his stooped back look haggard. He tried his best to pull away his wrinkled old face. Are you laughing?

Both Werner and Natas were taken aback.

"Compared to him, you are far behind." Joaquin still had a sneer on his face, which deeply hurt the sensitive Natas. He has always looked down on Werner. Muscle, and for Nash.

He was envious of the other party being often praised by Joaquin, but every time he went to cater to the latter, what did he get? Only indifference, this jealousy has long taken root in her heart, waiting to germinate slowly.

At this time, jealousy grows into a towering tree.

Natas believed that everything should be his own. He had served the old man the longest and had been his son for so long, but in his heart he was not as good as that bastard.

The rational defense line collapsed in an instant.

He went up, strangled Joaquin's neck tightly, and pressed him to the ground, his face was red, his teeth were gritted hard, and the veins on his arms came out.

After all, Joaquin is an old man, how can he survive this?

Even when he struggled, he seemed weak.

Not a moment, staring, dead.

One of the giants of the Iberian Peninsula was strangled to death by his godson?

Natas was out of breath, looking at the other party's body, he was still not relieved, kicked hard, and then laughed, his voice was the only one in the whole room.

"You killed him? What about the seal?" Werner complained, "Without the seal, many processes cannot pass."

Natas was evaluated by Joaquin as a very hesitant person.

But at this time, he showed his determination to kill, "That's not important, the only thing to do now is to kill Nash. At that time, as the godson of the godfather, we have a natural right to inherit, even if someone objects, I have to go to heaven and talk to him."

"Yes, Nash, he must be killed, perhaps, the seal is with him." Werner is also a ruthless person, and he has no emotions from growing up.

He started to fight when he was a teenager. From the very beginning, he learned how to keep himself alive, there is no such thing as kindness and softness.

Whoever stands in his way will die!

Didn't you see Joaquin still lying on the ground?

That was his godfather.

"Then you go?"

Narvi nodded grimly, "Leave it to me."

A sudden flash of lightning in the sky reflected his expression on the window, making him look particularly frightening, and the sporadic light rain gradually diluted the tense atmosphere.

It also set off the corpses on the ground to be particularly gloomy.

At the same time, Nash, who was sleeping, was also awakened by the explosion. He had a long dream, and he is still a little dazed.

Shaking his head, he went to the bathroom, poured some water tiredly, stared at his scarlet-eyed self in the mirror, but couldn't help feeling uneasy.

"Thinking about too many things recently?" Nash patted his head And at this moment, the mobile phone placed outside vibrated, he walked out, and when he was about to answer it, the phone hung up Yes, but then a text message came in.

There is only one word on it.

"escape!"

Nash's pupils froze, and there seemed to be some movement outside the door. He rushed into the room, pulled out the clothes in a closet, and there was a small door hidden deep in it, and pushed it open hard.

A small arsenal stood impressively.

M16 assault rifles, Barrett sniper rifles, grenades, and submachine guns are all available. He skillfully put on the body armor, stuffed pistols in the gun pockets on both sides, and rushed to the living room with the rifle.

It just so happened that an unknown person who broke in looked at each other.

The reaction speed is less than a second.

The gun battle broke out!

Looking downstairs, in addition to hearing the gunshots, you can see sparks coming from his room.

Werner below saw that the situation was not good, cursed, and rushed up with the people.

The gun control situation in the Iberian Peninsula is also quite good. At least it’s not like Ying Jiang knows how to hide. Some people poked their heads out of the window to watch the fun, but they were pulled back by their families.

What to see.

I don't know until I get shot in the head.

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