I have ten trillion licking dog gold

Chapter 960

America's only archipelago state.

hawaii.

A world-famous World War II memorial site.

A destroyer is driving leisurely on the blue sea.

in the last century.

A battle that shocked the world once broke out here, and it is still remembered by the world today.

The Japanese drove overwhelming aircraft and launched indiscriminate bombings and suicidal attacks here, turning countless lives into scorched earth.

But today, no trace can be seen anymore. The sky is blue and the sea is vast, and the years are quiet.

"Chiliu."

On the side of the destroyer code-named Veolia, a brown-haired woman with a sexy back bit her straw and sucked up the juice in the cup. She leaned lazily on the guardrail, looking at the seagulls soaring on the horizon in the distance. He slightly raised his sunglasses on the bridge of his nose.

"Vera! Vera!"

There were shouts in the cabin.

The woman on the side of the boat turned a deaf ear and did not respond.

But they still found her.

"You're here. I've been looking for you for a long time, haven't you heard?"

A handsome white guy walked out of the cabin. He was about 1.8 meters tall, with three-dimensional facial features, standard deep eye sockets and a high bridge of nose. He looked like a typical European and American handsome guy.

"Shhh."

The woman or girl on the side of the boat made a gesture without looking back, "Listen."

The handsome white guy calmed down and listened carefully, but he couldn't hear anything except the cry of seagulls and the sound of waves.

"Listen to what?"

He looked confused.

"The voice of freedom."

The chicken talks with the duck.

In other words, you are playing the piano to a bull.

The handsome white guy was stunned for a moment and didn't care. He stood behind him and urged: "Vera, go change clothes quickly."

"What are you changing clothes for?"

"The yacht is ready and waiting below. Didn't you say you wanted to come and dive?"

diving.

It is indeed an increasingly popular sport.

But diving in a destroyer?

"I don't want to dive now."

You don't need to change into a diving suit to see that the woman with a stunning figure said lazily, quite willfully.

The handsome white guy was stunned again, his dementia mixed with a little cuteness.

If it were some women, facing someone like him, they would probably want to kneel down and lick him, but until now, that girl just admired the sea view and didn't look back at him.

"Why? Why did you suddenly change your mind?"

The handsome guy, who was more stylish than the model, was not angry and walked to the side. He was obviously not good at talking, or not very good at talking.

"There is no reason, just go and dive."

"If you don't go, I won't go either."

Although this handsome guy is not very good at coaxing girls, he at least knows what to do. He said simply: "I will accompany you."

Can't blame him for being clumsy and dull.

You can go diving on a destroyer.

The levels can be imagined.

This can be summed up more than just having money.

For a character like this, the number of times he needs to coax the opposite sex should be very few.

Without experience, there is no experience.

"No, you go ahead. It's good for me to be alone. It's rare for me to be quiet."

The reply was very heart-wrenching, or maybe it’s just like that for Westerners, who are not as euphemistic and reserved as the East, who are direct and straightforward.

"What's the point of hiding alone, Vera, do you have something on your mind?"

The handsome guy was not sad. He turned around and asked. They were both young.

The poor play with cars, and the rich play with watches.

What about the destroyer?

This is the way the world is.

Someone was born in Rome.

And some people are born as cows and horses.

The woman finally tilted her head, lowered her face, raised her hand and pulled down her sunglasses, revealing a pair of amber eyes.

"Hey, you've become smarter. Then tell me, what's on my mind?"

The handsome guy shook his head, "I can only feel that you don't seem very happy."

Vera put her sunglasses back on and sighed, "You can even see it. What a failure."

"Vera, why are you unhappy?"

The handsome guy asked puzzledly and seriously.

"What's the use of telling you?"

"It works, I can help you."

"No matter what?" Vera smiled and said lightly.

"Yeah, anything."

The handsome guy nodded firmly and seriously.

Vera immediately thought for a while.

"I want to be a seagull, can you help me?"

The handsome guy was stunned as expected.

No matter how powerful he is, he still can't do magic.

"Vera, can you change it to another one..."

"If you can't do something, don't make random promises. I'll forget it. You have to be careful with other girls."

Vera reminded casually.

"Vera, do you want to go to heaven?"

The handsome guy tentatively asked, "How about we take a helicopter?"

This is an officially commissioned destroyer, not a retired product.

Not only is it equipped with medium-range missiles as standard, but there are also two anti-submarine helicopters on standby in the hangar.

Faced with people's solicitude, Vera was too lazy to respond.

Seeing this, the handsome guy shut his mouth and stopped disturbing her. He followed her example and leaned against the guardrail, facing the sea, keeping her company silently.

"Oh, it's boring."

There was a gentle sigh from beside him.

"How about I tell you an interesting thing?" The handsome guy took advantage of the opportunity.

Vera was disinterested, "You have no talent for telling jokes."

"It's not a joke."

The handsome guy said seriously: "There is a war in Myanmar, did you know?"

"Aren't there conflicts often in that place? What's the point of a bunch of savages and natives fighting each other?"

"This time is different."

The handsome guy was full of enthusiasm, "Vera, you must be interested."

Seeing that the other party still looked indifferent, he continued: "Since the outbreak of the conflict, thousands of people have died in Myanmar. In recent years, even if disputes have broken out from time to time around the world, such a large-scale conflict has not happened for a long time. There are casualties. The reason why the trouble is so serious this time is because there are big bosses on both sides supporting it."

"Are you guys behind this?"

"How can it be."

"How is it impossible?"

Vera said casually: "As long as there is a war, aren't the ones who benefit the most are you arms dealers?"

The handsome guy named Martin did not refute, and explained in an easy-to-understand manner: "We only do business, not sponsors."

"Then this conflict in Myanmar is your business?"

"Vera, how can I call you? Doesn't Martin Falk also have shares in your family?"

Martin.

This is evident from the name.

of course.

It has nothing to do with the handsome guy himself.

The boss of the world-famous arms group Martin Falk is his father.

"Isn't it the so-called Allied Forces who are making the most noise in Burma right now?"

"Well, this is the warlord armed force. Their territory has expanded three times. They are one of the few forces in Myanmar that suppresses electronic fraud. I suspect that China is behind them."

"Not you?"

Vera asked, still using you guys out of habit.

Martin did not correct him again, but shook his head and said: "Our customer is another party."

"Can those poor people in Burma afford it?"

Vera said bluntly.

People are divided into three, six or nine grades.

The same goes for countries and regions.

Treating fraud as the main industry is really too low-level.

"Burma will definitely not be able to afford it. The people doing business with us are the bosses behind them."

"Who's their boss?"

Vera continued casually, looking at the distant skyline, just listening to the gossip. "Japan. Fujiwara Foundation."

Hear the words.

The absent-minded Vera suddenly turned her head and finally became interested.

Compared to the poor Burmese people, the Fujiwara Consortium has some qualifications to attract attention.

"Why are the Japanese people joining in the fun? They don't support Myanmar's telecom fraud, right?"

Vera's guess was understandable.

Think of Japan.

Think of China again.

It makes people think of the irresolvable blood feud between the two.

Although Japan has offended more enemies than China. For example, the Pearl Harbor where it is now has been suicidal and indiscriminate bombing by the Japanese. However, compared with the pain China has endured, this pain is not worth it. mentioned.

"I don't know. We are only responsible for doing business. The customer gives us money, we supply the goods, and the payment is settled. Other things have nothing to do with us."

It seems that the top rich people in the world are very professional in doing business.

The corners of Vera's lips curled up, "Japanese people really have a restless gene buried deep in their bones. They will never stop. As long as there is a chance, they have to cause trouble. Do they have to make trouble with China?"

"The nature of Japan as a country has never changed. It bullies the weak and fears the strong."

"China is not soft. The current China is not something they can touch."

Vera muttered.

"So they can only nod and bow to us. If we didn't need him, I'm afraid he would have knelt down to China. But unlike dogs, Japanese people can't raise them well."

When he said this, there was no sarcasm in Martin's tone or demeanor. It was quite natural and there was no deliberate insult. It was as if he was just stating a truth that everyone knew.

"It's really interesting."

Vera smiled. Although the arc was not strong, it was enough to give Martin a sense of accomplishment, so he continued: "Burma has now become an alternative battlefield for China and Japan. The more fierce they fight, the more money we will make."

"What's the situation now? Who can win?"

Vera asked meaningfully.

"The Chinese side is still very wealthy. The latest news is that they even sent in drones."

"Then why don't you contact the Fujiwara Foundation to follow up quickly?" Vera joked.

Martin shook his head and said, not sure if it was with a cold sense of humor: "We operate legally and will not buy or sell by force."

"China officials will definitely not be directly involved. Who is the agent?"

Vera asked, hitting the nail on the head.

She may not be older than domestic college students, but there is no necessary connection between age and vision and cognition.

"It seems they are from Korea."

"Goryeo?"

Vera found it even more interesting.

Goryeo, Japan.

These are not their two loyal little brothers.

The two younger brothers started fighting. As the eldest brother, he could pretend to be deaf and turn a blind eye, provided that Shenzhou was not involved.

Goryeo plays an important role in global strategy. China won't quietly take advantage of it, right?

Vera patted the guardrail.

"Return."

"Vera, are you free tomorrow?"

Martin asked after setting foot on the ground.

Vera didn't respond, and didn't even give the other party a chance to see her off. A fleet of three luxury cars appeared at the port in time.

The bodyguard opened the car door.

Vera got in the car, took off her sunglasses, "Go to the airport."

outside the car.

The eldest son of the Martin Falk Group is still watching.

Vera realized it later, lowered the car window, smiled politely, and said, "Contact me again."

Master Martin nodded immediately and smiled broadly.

The convoy starts.

Go straight to the airport.

Gulfstream G70.

The crew is already in place.

Vera, who chose to leave temporarily, boarded a private plane that was only for her. When she sat down, she ordered her bodyguards.

"Give me all the information on the conflict in Myanmar."

The Gulfstream G70 flies through the blue sky like a seagull.

Vera looked at the notebook in front of her, her amber eyes shining brightly, and the corners of her mouth turned up unconsciously.

Normally lazy, she showed uncanny concentration and browsed attentively for more than an hour. During this period, she made several phone calls.

Information from all directions was gathered and compiled, and in a very short period of time, the entire context of the conflict in Myanmar was drawn from its occurrence to the present.

Even the photos of Xu Kuan and Xing Jie appeared on her laptop screen.

Korean origin of Chinese descent.

Predecessor Co., Ltd.

Lan Peizhi.

Vera couldn't help but recall her original trip to Haojiang.

The opportunity that I finally fought for turned out to be in vain. I went in vain and made a wedding dress for others.

At the gambling card auction, a certain guy was sitting next to someone, spending a lot of money, and his attitude was so cool.

Enemy road is narrow.

Vera wanted to use a satellite phone to contact her enemy, Master Martin, and give someone a distant gift, but her rationality restrained her emotional impulse.

Personal grudges cannot be involved in business.

Martin Falk and his family do have shares, but they cannot act arbitrarily.

And she doesn't have that much power.

After calculating, Vera let out a sigh of relief and pressed the button to calm down her emotions.

Did not contact Master Martin.

She took the satellite phone and dialed a number according to her mobile phone address book.

Half a minute later, the call was connected.

"Hey."

A familiar sound came.

Vera said nothing and hung up the phone.

Before the other end was confused, after a few seconds, she dialed again.

"Hey."

Hang again.

Redial again.

The wronged person over there should have emotions, "Who?"

Satellite phones naturally don’t have caller ID.

"Inciting armed rebellion, undermining regional stability and threatening the sovereignty of other countries is a typical form of terrorism."

This time there was no hangup.

But Vera set up the voice changer in advance.

"who are you?"

There should be a bit of confusion there, and anyone else should be confused.

"You don't need to worry about who I am. It's enough for me to know who you are. Congratulations, your name will soon be like Bin Laden's, resounding throughout the world."

Jiang Chen took the phone away, looked at a series of illogical Arabic numerals displayed on the screen where he was talking, and brought the phone closer again.

"wrong number."

"I can keep this secret for you."

It still sounds like AI’s voice and intonation.

Jiang Chen was silent.

"Money, one billion dollars."

"..."

Jiang Chen continued to be silent, and after a while, he replied.

"SB."

Immediately.

The call was hung up neatly.

Thousands of miles away in the sky.

Gulfstream G70 Mile.