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Chapter 354 You Are All Conscripted

Perhaps it was the bad impression of the devil salmon in his childhood. Tang Ji didn't like the sea, and he never liked it. Now this drilling platform in the middle of the sea, with no land around, undoubtedly made him feel annoyed.

He looked out of the window at the workers running around on the deck against the storm, fixing the facilities that had been in disrepair for a long time, while the soldiers were all hiding in the back of the rain and watching with cold eyes. The two sides were clearly separated.

"People from the Overseas Operations Department of the Intelligence Agency, I have heard of them. After the corporate war, they almost monopolized the market for pure natural addictive crops." Wang Zhengdao snatched a tree of life from Tang Ji, and lit it for himself, pointing The people outside the window said: "They are almost the emperors of Latin America, and almost all the military power of the Federation here has been inherited by them.

"Are you familiar with them?" Tang Ji pushed the opponent's hand away from touching the cigarette for the second time, but Wang Zhengdao made a slap in the face, and teleported directly to the other side of him. He snatched most of the tree of life in his hand.

"I don't know you well. I came to them twice to kill people." Wang Zhengdao proudly blew a smoke ring: "In the list given by the prophet, half of the celebrities in Latin America are from this gang. People, rotten to the root."

Tang Ji nodded, he could roughly guess what such a lawless armed force could do in such a place.

The Valentino gang has always had a tradition of funding overseas guerrillas since its establishment, and that is a lot of money without asking for anything in return. This is absolutely unnecessary expenditure for a street gang, but the Valentino gang has never This kind of funding has been interrupted, which shows that this group of people has a lot of anger.

Compared with these people, the street fighters Tanguy had encountered before were as pure as the angels they graffitied on the streets.

Those who can be compared with them are those bloodthirsty warlords in Africa.

On the other side, Franco Keen had already finished the phone call with a sad face, and hastily explained to his family that the news from the top management of the Petrochemical Alliance was obviously not good news. The management of the offshore oil rig was handed over to the commissioner.

The investment of tens of millions in the early stage and the cooperation with the Operations Department of the Intelligence Bureau were all given up. Franco didn't dare to ask his boss what the secret was. What the hell, if you're unlucky, this could be a one-way ticket.

Franco is a pure engineer. If he could speak eloquently, this kind of job would not have fallen on him before. Although blowing sand in the Persia region is not a good job, at least it is not life-threatening.

As for the drilling platform, four workers died in the last month alone. Many Persians have never seen the sea in their life, but ended up with a sea burial.

How to explain to his workers is not Franco's number one problem. The first thing he needs to prepare is how to explain the situation to the gangsters. God knows how they will react when they hear the news.

Those people are not here to watch them repair drilling equipment, they intend to operate this place as a temporary pier for developing cargo routes.

The location of the Valaris offshore oil rig is quite good. The shortest distance from here to the Mexican border is only [-] nautical miles, and the closest distance to the Federation is similar. A fast boat can make two round trips a day.

In desperation, Franco called two big guys from the security department to go over there with him to announce the bad news. In order not to cause misunderstanding, he specifically asked his men not to carry weapons.

Then, as Franco expected, the face of the officer opposite was as cold as frost, and he walked back to his office without saying a word and began to make a phone call.

Franco faced the pouring rain and watched the white-haired man in the office who had just landed a few minutes ago call his superiors with an ugly face, and then started throwing things in a rage.

"It's unlucky." Franco looked at the white-haired man, and suddenly felt relieved. He didn't know the man, but he guessed that the man was here to inspect or deliver some special items. He saw these soldiers deployed missiles on the top deck of the platform. The position is up.

Just like Franco thought, Jon Neville is now irritable and wants to shoot. His internal military rank in the operation department is lieutenant colonel, and he came here this time only to escort and activate the anti-aircraft missile array.

Although the Operations Department of the Intelligence Agency has been separated from the Federation for almost 15 years, they still maintain the original organizational structure and are commensurate with their military ranks. The civilian secretaries in Mexico took the opportunity to get to the top.

This time, the plan to expand the Valaris offshore platform was planned by him alone, which can greatly reduce the freight cost between the Federation and Mexico.

The Valaris offshore platform is only a part of the entire route. It is equivalent to a node, and the areas that can bypass the border belong to the sphere of influence of the DEA.

The struggle between the FIA ​​and the DEA started 70 years ago. The grievances between the two parties did not end with the collapse of the Federation. Instead, it has continued until now, and it has intensified. It has gone beyond the scope of the conflict of interests.

The irony is that the main reason why these two agencies that once belonged to the Federation can still maintain their firepower after the collapse of the Federation is that they have their own overseas treasury and rely on some illegal means to raise funds for their operations.

This kind of black money is not only convenient for high-level corruption, but also convenient for grassroots agents and operatives to use. Since its appearance, the scale has continued to expand. The Golden Age of the Federation can only turn a blind eye and close one eye, acquiescing to the emergence of this kind of black money.

The only good baby, the FBI, was difficult to establish its own overseas financial institutions because of its limited responsibilities. It disintegrated with the collapse of the federation. The earliest core employees of the Joint Investigation Office formed by Mikkelsen were almost all members of the FBI. people.

Therefore, in this era of capital supremacy, the Joint Enterprise Investigation Office, with the support of the benefactors behind it, quickly regained its former glory, and was even better.

When Mikkelsen demanded to requisition this offshore platform with his true face and the sign of a senior investigator, the head of the Operations Division of the Intelligence Agency hesitated for only three seconds before making a compromise and agreeing with the other party's actual meaning. Detain his own men.

The only thing he told Jon Neville was: "Take care of your eyes and mouth, watch more, talk less, if you can come back alive, write a report on your work."

(End of this chapter)