my beauty world

Chapter 166: Bird Body Bomb, Arms, Black Water and Starving Priest (7000)

Tear off a small piece of roast beef, Ronan threw it to the chained raven, the raven caught it and swallowed it, staring at Ronan with dark eyes, making an ugly cry.

"Ah! Ah..."

Ronan pointed to a pen on the table: "Pick it up!"

Raven stared at Ronan, still shouting: "Ah!"

Ronan's little leather whip twitched, and it exploded above the raven like firecrackers, crackling!

The raven was startled immediately, flew up, and dropped a black feather.

He wanted to escape, but he was dragged back by the chains on his paws within three meters of his flight.

Ronan picked up the whip, and slapped it again!

The raven flew around in fright.

Ilsa came out of the kitchen with breakfast, looked at the flying ravens, and asked, "No?"

Ronan threw away the small leather whip and said, "This bird has no soul!"

Ilsa smiled and went back to the kitchen to get the knife and fork.

The raven fluttered its wings and wanted to fly towards the restaurant, but was dragged back by the chains.

Ronan shook his head, and said to Ilsa: "I'll cook at noon, and I'll treat you to a roasted raven." He said solemnly, "I'll go to the backyard to dig some soil, let the blood out, remove the internal organs and put seasonings, no need to pluck the hair, The raven is wrapped in mud and baked directly in the oven."

"Ah! Ah—" the raven cried again.

Ronan took out a small piece of roast beef and pointed to the pen on the table: "Last chance, grab it here!"

After coming back in the early morning, he was training the birds, but he didn't make any progress, and his patience was exhausted.

It's still easy to use Jess, just do what you want to do.

Ronan was taken aback, why did this kind of thing come to Jess?
It feels weird.

"Success!" Ilsa said suddenly.

Ronan came back to his senses and found that the raven opened his mouth to pick up the pen, flew towards him, and then dropped the pen.

Dark eyes stared at the piece of roast beef.

Ronan pointed to his shoulder, and shook the strip of meat in his hand.

The raven landed, pecked at the strips of meat, and ate them.

Ilsa came over at this moment.

Ronan waited for the raven to finish eating the meat, then shook his pen and pointed at Ilsa: "Give it to her."

The raven took the pen in its mouth, flapped its wings, and gave the pen to Ilsa.

Ilsa also took out a small piece of meat and fed it to the raven: "Are you really a beast tamer?"

Ronan said: "You can only tame spiritual animals." He pointed to the raven: "This bird is too stupid and lacks spirituality. It wastes so much time. If it doesn't understand, it will be roasted and eaten!"

It was the first time to really master taming, and Ronan had some experience. Taming is a big stick in one hand and a carrot in the other.

After breakfast, Ronan and Ilsa got into the car and went out of the city to find an open space to continue practicing the bird.

For example, Ronan let him grab C4 and send it to the designated place, trying to see the maximum weight it can grab.

The raven is much bigger than the crow. It may have eaten the demonized barbecue cooked by the soul. After more than two hours of practice, its strength seems to have increased.

During this period, Ronan caught several ordinary birds, and taming didn't work.

Spiritual animals are the premise.

Standing on the lawn, watching Ronan let the raven send C4 tirelessly to distinguish between the enemy and the enemy, Ilsa said: "Druids summon animals to assist in the attack. They can only roughly designate a target, and there is no way to fine-tune the operation."

Ronan took back the C4 without the detonator installed, and said vaguely: "My ability is learned from the ancient Indian hunter system."

Ilsa asked: "The Indians still have extraordinary heritage?"

Ronan simply said: "Not only is there a supernatural inheritance, I also discovered the ancient god of the Indians, a strange feathered snake, which is sleeping and has a sense of consciousness."

He unchained the raven's feet, and at the same time picked up a stone and held it in his hand.

Ilsa could see clearly that if the raven didn't come back after flying away, her life would definitely be lost.

"Don't fly away!" Ronan shook his hand, and the raven flew into the sky.

As for whether the language barrier will cause misunderstandings, it is out of his consideration. The big deal is to have a picnic at noon and eat roasted ravens.

After circling a few times in the sky, the raven landed again.

Driving back, Ilsa glanced at Raven in the back seat and asked, "Don't you have a name?"

Ronan shook his head resolutely: "I can't name it, since naming it creates bonds and feelings. How can I let it be cannon fodder?"

Ilsa couldn't refute, and could only say: "The animal protectors will definitely break your head after listening."

In the afternoon, Ronan specially went to check in the pet plane.

After another night in London, Ronan boarded a plane to Rabat early the next morning.

Then, I bought a van and headed southwest to Bouznika, a small port town near Casablanca.

The disguise switched to the face dealing with Yuri, and when he came to a large courtyard on the outskirts of the city, Ronan let the raven fly: "Go and see if there is an ambush."

The raven flew towards the sky above the compound according to what he pointed out, and soon flew back.

Ronan tossed it a morsel of meat.

Raven called: "Ah! Ah——"

Ronan shook his head, thinking that it really is only suitable for making a bird body bomb!

He couldn't see what the raven saw in the air, and he couldn't understand what the raven called.

Ronan put the bird in a cage, covered it with a box, drove towards the compound, waited for the distance to get closer, concentrated, and listened to the sounds in the compound.

Nothing unusual was found.

When the car came to the gate of the compound, a guard opened the small gate and came out. Luo Nan shouted at the people: "Tell Yuri, an old friend is here!"

The guard was someone Ronan had seen before, so he took a closer look and asked someone to open the gate.

After entering the yard, Ronan still listened carefully, and the car stopped in front of the warehouse.

After the door opened, Yuri came out and shook hands with Ronan: "Friend, we meet again."

Ronan picked up the bag and said, "Yurui, I miss you very much, especially your weapon."

You Rui led Ronan into the warehouse: "My friend, as long as you have enough money, just tell me what you want."

He pointed to the mountains of ammunition in the warehouse: "Here are all kinds of weapons I prepared for my good friends in Africa."

Ronan has to consider the actual carrying capacity of the ring space: "There are three Vulcan cannons that can be carried, equipped with corresponding ammunition. RPG7..."

Speaking of this, I simply changed my words: "Is there RPG29?"

Yuri patted the ammunition box at hand: "Of course! When the Red Empire disintegrated, too many RPG29 came out, and I have a batch of the best quality here."

"Six! Equipped with armor-piercing shells!" Ronan thought for a while, then asked, "Are there any Javelin anti-tank missiles?"

Seeing You Rui nodded, he said, "Four sets!"

This thing has a longer range than RPG and can be used to deal with distant targets.

Grenades, mines, stun grenades, incendiary bombs, and smoke grenades are essential.

There are guns and bullets and so on.

Finally, Ronan looked at the ring space and said, "One more ton of C4!"

Yuri is the same as before, only selling goods, regardless of the purpose, as long as the money is enough.

Over the years, the weapons he obtained from Eastern Europe and US military bases have been sold to many armed groups.

Yuri asked his men to pick and deliver weapons.

Ronan handed him the large suitcase, and Yuri then ordered some money.

It is full of large denominations of euros, and arms dealers who have achieved Yuri's level have their own channels for laundering.

Yuri took out a dozen of money from the box, returned it to Ronan, closed the box and put it aside: "That's enough."

Ronan stuffed the money in the bag he was carrying: "Have you been active in North Africa and the Middle East recently?"

"The situation here is turbulent, and there is an arms market when there is turmoil." You Rui stroked the hairline that was further back: "There will be no chaos in Eastern Europe for the time being. I have a lot of goods, and the markets in the Middle East and Central Africa are huge."

Ronan looked around: "Most of them are Soviet-made weapons."

Yuri raised his hands above his head, gesturing in an artistic soul-shooting posture: "The opposition everywhere likes Soviet-made weapons. They are cheap, adaptable, easy to operate, and accurate. It doesn't matter to them. Especially black uncles."

Ronan thought that back in Chula Vista, the black uncles of the Carter Gang relied on Meng to shoot, but if there were too many people and strong firepower, it would be scary.

He asked these for a purpose: "Yuri, you are often active in the Middle East and North Africa, helping to inquire about individuals..."

"No, no!" Yuri directly interrupted Ronan's words, and refused without hesitation: "I am an arms dealer, specializing in arms sales, and I am not professional in other things!"

Ronan said directly: "I can pay."

Yuri flatly refused: "I am an arms dealer with professional ethics. I only sell arms, do nothing else, and don't participate in anything else!"

Ronan nodded and didn't say any more: "I took the liberty."

Yuri waved his hands again and again: "It's okay, you can come to me if you need any ammunition!"

Ronan thought of the hidden map of "The Key of Solomon" obtained from Professor Modi, and he would definitely come to the Middle East in the future, and said, "I will contact you again if necessary."

After chatting for a few words, Yuri's men loaded the car, Ronan went to inspect the goods, said hello to Yuri, and left the warehouse to find a secluded place as before, and stuffed all the weapons and equipment into the ring space.

From guns to rocket launchers to individual missiles, there is plenty of heavy firepower!
Ronan instantly gained confidence.

In a good mood, I drove to Casablanca, which was closer, took out the minced meat from my pocket, and threw it to the raven in the cage.

Ronan could somewhat see that the raven had changed after spending so much soul-cooking demonized barbecue this day.

The body seems to be a little bigger, the black beak has a metallic luster, the dark eyes are as curious as a child, and the feathers are as smooth as obsidian.

Ronan glanced at it. This broken bird can't support automatic rifle fire, so the front is not very useful.

And unable to communicate, it's like a bird body bomb!

Driving into Casablanca, Ronan asked the local taxi driver, and he was sure there was a Continental Hotel here, so he quickly found the place by car.
Show the killer badge to enter the hotel, find a place to sit in the rest area,
The electronic screen on the wall is scrolling the list of rewards.

Ronan waited for a while, and saw the giant crocodile's bounty released in Los Angeles a few days ago, which marked that there was no news for the time being.

I went to the front desk to ask again, but there was indeed no news.

The white turban at the front desk said: "The hotel has an intelligence and news room. You can pay a fee and you can read all kinds of relevant information about North Africa recently. Maybe you can analyze the news you want from it."

Ronan asked, "How much?"

The white turban said, "Ten thousand dollars."

Ronan took out the cash and handed it to the white turban. Someone came and took Ronan into the intelligence room. The walls of the room were posted with various latest news in the most primitive way.

In another room next to it, people would come out from time to time and continue to post the latest news on the wall.

Ronan took a quick look, the information included all walks of life, such as the guerrillas in Algeria, a sneak attack on a warehouse of the government army of the country, a serial murder in the capital of Morocco, the recruitment of mercenaries by an organization in Ethiopia, an art thief in Egypt, etc. .

There are a lot of news, and it is not easy to analyze what you need from it.

Ronan watched for a while, and suddenly heard a dog barking, and saw a black woman in a tight leather jacket coming in from the other side, followed by two German shepherds.

The staff of the Continental Hotel in the room immediately lowered their heads: "Manager!"

The black woman nodded and tore off the latest news.

The door on Ronan's side opened from the outside, and three men in combat uniforms, armbands and the emblem of the Continental Hotel entered.

The leader among them was a strong man with arms as thick as a black woman's waist.

Ronan saw the man's armband, a black bear paw!

He has seen this kind of armband more than once, the logo of the Blackwater Company mercenaries.

Ronan had several encounters with Blackwater. On the Mexican border, the tactical team hired by the CIA came from Blackwater.

A few months ago, he also cooperated with bank robbers to rob a batch of gold stored in Citibank by Blackwater Company.

Now, the gold bricks with bear paw prints are still lying in the emblem space.

Ronan turned his back to them, looked at the note on the wall with the message, and pricked up his ears, listening to the voice behind him.

As soon as the mercenary man saw the black woman, he strode over: "Sophia, we meet again."

The black female handed the paper to the man: "This is the news you want, Jacob, we owe you nothing!"

The mercenary named Jacob said, "I paid for it."

The black woman changed the subject: "You are not staying in Baghdad, what are you doing here?"

Jacob's voice was very low: "The company has accepted a big job, let us escort something to Mexico."

The black woman sneered: "The property you looted in the Middle East?"

"You can't frame a good person, Sophia!" Jacob retorted: "When did we rob things? They were all seized after killing terrorists."

But the black woman greeted the dog and left with the two German shepherds.

Jacob looked at the note in his hand and said, "Let's go, there are still a lot of things to deal with."

Ronan didn't hear anything useful, so he continued to read the message note. In the middle of the afternoon, he left the Continental Hotel, checked in the Raven, went to the airport to get the boarding pass, and took the flight back to Los Angeles that night.

…………

Late night, Casablanca private pier.

A cargo ship from Egypt slowly sailed into the bay area and approached the pier.

The red light at the height of the gantry crane flashes three times and goes out three times, sending out an agreed signal.

The lights on the top of the cargo ship were also on and off.

As soon as Jacob waved his hand, a container freighter drove over, and someone immediately operated the gantry crane to unload the container.

The sound of mechanical operation sounded, and the container was obviously very heavy.

Jacob picked up the walkie-talkie: "Equipment shipment."

Immediately there was a reply over there: "Got it!"

"Head!" A bearded man next to him asked, "How much will each of us get when we ship these back?"

Jacob glanced at him: "Senna, don't think about money all day long, and think more about how to complete this mission smoothly! With the speed of this freighter, let's say that we have to float on the sea for ten days at least! If something happens in the middle It's a bit of a surprise, even if Eric Prinz will let us go, some generals in the Pentagon will take us!"

He reminded his subordinates: "Don't forget, there are their things inside!"

Senna distinguished: "I have no money, I can only think about money all day long! Boss, we raised our heads as mercenaries, slaughtered so many Middle Eastern terrorists, and even ransacked their lairs, isn't it just to get rich?"

Another subordinate echoed: "The bowl of rice for mercenaries may not be enough to eat at any time. Now I don't want to find a way to make money. What should I do in the future?"

"Don't worry." Jacob comforted his cronies, pointing to the container: "There must be a copy for you!"

He looked at the freighter in the distance: "This time the company took over the task by the way, the reward is good, escort to the place, each person in the team is at least [-] US dollars!"

Upon hearing this number, Senna couldn't help whistling: "Good job!"

When the rest of the team heard the amount of money, they all beamed with joy.

Jacob saw that the timing was right, and said softly: "This money is not easy to get, cheer me up when I get on the boat!"

One of his subordinates was used to running rampant in Baghdad, and he was full of confidence: "Once our black water flag is hoisted, who would dare to mess around?"

Laughter sounded again.

Jacob looked at the group of subordinates who were extremely arrogant and indulgent in Baghdad, and reminded: "I am not afraid to tell you that there are many people who dare to touch black water! Two months ago, a group of gold that we stored in Citibank in Los Angeles was caught by a group of people. Robbers stole it!"

"Who else dares to snatch our black water? I don't want to live anymore!"

"Find them out! Mortar his back!"

"Chain them up and train them like dogs!"

This group of people took out the methods they used in Baghdad.

Jacob raised his hand, and the mercenaries shut up immediately. He said, "Whoever makes trouble this time, I'll put 120 mortar shells in his back mouth! Then hand it over to the Pentagon!"

Some things are not suitable to say.

Some of the goods in this container belonged to General Hawke, the former Iraqi frontline special operations commander.
I heard that recently recruited talents from all over the world and set up a special affairs processing bureau with great power.

Mess with such a person, life is hard.

Senna asked at this time: "Head, what cargo is on that ship? Let our team escort it? And go to a small port in the Caribbean to unload?"

Jacob said: "I'm not very clear about the specifics. It is said that a company that studies genetic engineering hired a group of bounty hunters to find something special in the Nile River and send it back to the United States for research."

He said to everyone in the team: "Don't get close to the cargo of the Gene Company after boarding the ship. The people of the Gene Company are responsible for the storage of the cargo! Our task is to protect the goods and personnel! In addition, get ready to fight immediately when you are on the high seas. All bounty hunters have big mouths, drink some wine and tell others about the color of their wife's underwear, the employer doesn't want them to speak again, understand?"

The team said in unison: "Understood!"

The cargo ship gradually approached, and the laughter and bragging of the bounty hunters could be heard from a long distance away.

Compared with mercenaries who are basically soldiers, the overall quality of bounty hunters is undoubtedly much lower.

The cargo ship stopped at the berth, and Jacob immediately led the team on board to contact the person in charge of the genetic engineering company.

Then, the goods of Heishui Company were hoisted onto the ship by the gantry.

Many bounty hunters looked at the heavy container and discussed in private.

What are the mercenaries of the Blackwater Company protecting?
…………

Los Angeles, Beverly Hills.

A black Cadillac passed through the gate of the villa repaired by green plants, entered the peripheral single-family house area, turned into a two-way lane, and drove to the hillside area at the end.

The white garage door lifted and the car drove straight in.

The photography artist Duke, who went out to collect pictures, officially returned and brought back a lot of photography works.

Ronan took out the cage, released the raven, and threw the meat to it: "Remember this, there will be no meat to eat after the flying is lost."

The raven flew twice around the house and out the open window.

The intermediary company had already set up a darkroom according to Ronan's previous request. Like a real photographer, Ronan took out a few films of sea scenery and went to the darkroom to develop the photos.

When developing photos, I always feel that there is something missing in the photos.

The cinematographic mastery and art-house creations of Kraven and his crew soon tell Ronan that what's missing is a heroine!
Ronan finished developing the photos, came out of the darkroom, and couldn't help but patted his head. These abilities must be used in serious creations!
"what--"

The raven's cry sounded, and the bird bomb was back.

Ronan was about to go out: "Look at home!"

Leaving Beverly Hills, came to Burbank, and entered the Hunter Bar by the edge of the tree-lined park.

It was getting dark now, and there were a lot of people in the bar. Ronan went directly to the front of the bar and said to the yellow-haired bartender, "Whisky?"

The yellow-haired bartender came over with a dark face: "My name is Tequila."

Ronan patted his forehead: "Look at my memory! I'm very sorry, I usually only remember girls' names, and they're still pretty girls."

A wine girl came over and winked at Ronan: "Aren't I pretty? You haven't called me all this time."

Ronan is now a lecherous artist and photographer Duke, took out a 20 bill and stuffed it into the waistband of the liquor girl: "There are too many girls who like me, you have to wait a few days, honey, have Patience in line."

With a $20 tip, the liquor girl blew a kiss to Ronan and walked off with her ass twisted.

Ronan pointed to the blackboard on the wall: "Is there a reply to the task I sent?"

The yellow-haired bartender shook his head: "Not yet."

Ronan shrugged: "Remember to let me know if you have any news."

After leaving the Hunter's Bar, he got in the car and called Jess, who hung up right away.

After waiting for a while, a call came back from there. As soon as Ronan connected, he heard Jess say anxiously: "I'm sorry, I didn't answer on purpose. I was signing a contract with a client just now."

Ronan said: "It doesn't matter." He asked: "Signed? Has anyone confirmed the investment?"

Jess said roughly: "The company's publicity, plans, scripts, and leading actors, etc., helped me convince the head of an overseas foundation that he decided to invest 500 million US dollars in undercover agents."

"That's right, the cost has been recovered and there is a profit." Ronan thought of the raven at home, so he couldn't just encourage him, but also give him some encouragement at the right time: "Keep up, keep working hard."

On the other side, Jess's heart was pounding unsatisfactorily, and she was happier than the confirmation of receiving 500 million US dollars in the project account: "I will! You wait to collect the money!"

After hanging up the phone and seeing no one around, Jess clenched her fists and encouraged herself: "Come on, Jess, you can do it! You can't let him down!"

Walking back, I suddenly scratched my head, feeling wrong.

"That man obviously forced his way in to share the money. Why didn't I let him down? He casually encouraged him, but he didn't have anything substantial. Why was I so foolishly happy?"

Jess slapped her face and said, "Jess Barrett, what's wrong with you?"

Eva, the CEO of Quinn Company, was sending the investor back at this time, and happened to see it, and asked concerned: "Boss, what's the matter?"

"It's okay!" Jess's demeanor changed instantly, from weak and hesitant to decisive and domineering: "Is the insurance contract forged? Is the account information complete? How is the personnel training going? Have you communicated with Leonardo? Candidates for the crew?" Is it settled?"

Eva didn't dare to say more: "I'm doing it."

Jess said in an unquestionable tone: "Zoter-Liu is not an ordinary person, I want him to spend tens of millions of dollars, and our work here must be tight!"

She waved her hand: "Go to work."

Eva hurried back to the office.

Jess couldn't help shaking her head, these subordinates were really worrying.

Of course, if the subordinates are not busy, how can the boss make money?How to buy a big villa in the future?

Quinn's company was brightly lit, and Jess decided to leave work.

…………

In the northeast suburb of Los Angeles, Passanadi, in a single-family house near Caltech.

Gululu screamed one after another, and the stomach was protesting to the owner, why let me deflate?

With trembling hands and panic, Thomas picked up the leftover half of the hamburger at noon, and ate it clean in two or three bites.

He stretched out the burger wrapper again, picked up the fallen crumbs, put them into his mouth, and swallowed them one by one.

Thomas, who was originally tall and burly, has lost a lot of weight.

This kind of hard life is really hard.

Thinking of this, Thomas looked at the cross necklace on the table, and secretly cursed the church for being a bastard!
These days, the media is focusing on the two bombings in Malibu and Lukenji, and the incident at the St. Nicholas Orphanage gradually fades away.

As a member of the church, Thomas knew that there must be handwriting of the church, and the public and the media are also selectively forgetting what the church has done.

For example, the information he delivered did not receive much positive response.

Capital is very powerful in this country, and to a certain extent, the church is also a huge capital group.

Thomas went to get a glass of water, poured it down, and propped up his empty stomach.

He has been reducing the number of times he goes out because it is very dangerous.

A few days ago, he was caught by people from the church. The church seemed determined to clean him up, but those people shot him directly!
There are also official people, some in black combat uniforms, who claim to be from the Special Affairs Bureau, and they are also looking for him.

Fortunately, there are a few safe houses left by the nail geek, or they would have been caught earlier.

But until now, Thomas is also at the end of his rope, mainly because he has no money!
The dollar stumped the exorcist priest!

Thomas has never felt so deeply before, money is so important!
There was no money or food in the safe house, and the little cash on his body was not spent, and he dared not swipe his credit card at all.

Thomas was full of water, and he seemed to be able to hear the water splashing in his stomach as he walked.

There is no way, there is really no way.

Thomas took the phone and dialed the number he had called in the past few days.

It has been shut down before.

"Ringling..."

That number was actually dialed, and it was connected over there: "What's the matter?"

Hearing this voice, Thomas seemed to see hope: "It's me, you finally answered the phone!"

(End of this chapter)