Become a super arms dealer with the workshop system

Chapter 66 The Assassination That Falls Short
Han Feng finished reading the last page, then organized all the files and put them away.

Obviously, this involves Esper's connections, which should be one of the reasons why he has been able to hold the position of mayor of Borda for more than ten years.

Of course, this is of little value to Han Feng at the moment. Even if he asks Suonda with the file, he probably won't be able to ask anything.

This file can only show that Esper knows the people inside unilaterally. As an influential foreman in the nearby salt mine, it seems normal for Sonda to be investigated by the mayor. Besides, it doesn't matter if they really know each other. Suspicious place.

In short, this pile of files only added a layer of fog to Esper. Han Feng had a hunch that although the mayor was dead, his influence might not end there.

In any case, most of the afternoon passed like this. Han Feng looked at his watch and decided to go out. He saw a nice courtyard two days ago, and today he plans to contact the owner to see if he can buy or rent it. .

On the other side, after Yannick left Han Feng, he didn't go directly to Hamduk's house, but came to the outskirts of the riddled camp alone.

The colonel's remaining dozen or so subordinates have been under investigation in the hotel for the past few days, so the place looks deserted.

The deep pits left by the two huge explosions a few days ago have still not been filled, and the collapsed rammed earth walls have only been simply cleared to allow people to pass through.

Due to the showers in the past two days and the seepage of groundwater, there is a lot of water in the two pits.

Yannick stood beside the slightly shallower pit on the outer side, and after several attempts, he still gave up the idea of ​​going down to the bottom.

Hamduk's pickup truck had been blown to pieces, and he had almost evaporated. Yannick searched around for a long time, but he couldn't find anything that seemed to be the other party's belongings.

After sighing slightly, the latter shook his head, and did not continue his futile search, but just took out a paper bag from his pocket, squatted down slowly, dug out a handful of maroon soil from the pit, and filled it in.

This scene reminded Yannick of what his friend Wilbur had said to him a few years ago when he was just about to travel across the ocean to study abroad.

"My dad wants me to stay in America after graduation, but I will definitely come back." Wilbur grabbed a handful of dirt from the ground in the same way at the time: "I plan to run a farm here in the future, and let everyone They can all eat."

It's a pity that the University of New England that admitted Yannick did not offer agronomy, so Wilbur had to choose social relations, which had nothing to do with it.

However, he still did not give up his efforts in this area. About a few months later, Wilbur, who had already arrived in America, said in a phone call with Yannick that most of the land in CAF is acidic red soil, which is very fertile. Poor and prone to soil erosion in the rainy season, it is not suitable for the development of general grain planting.

However, Wilbur also said that he has contacted a professor of environmental science at the school, and the other party's research group is working on the topic of soil improvement.

And the professor also told Wilbur that such soil is suitable for planting some commercial crops, and as long as the latter chooses to continue his studies with him after graduation, he will be very willing to apply for a field trip to CAF.

Just like in Britain, the university in America also attaches great importance to these social research contents, and the professor's proposal can be regarded as eating two fish.

But all of that comes to naught with a flurry of gunfire from an American cop.

Yannick's thoughts finally came back to reality. He looked at the paper bag in his hand, and planned to set up a simple tombstone for his best friend, father and son, on the back hill not far away.

At the same time, in Boda City, in the hotel where members of the investigation team stayed.

Members from various countries in the investigation team basically obtained the desired results, except for the sad Gauls.

Originally, the latter also found out that there was a foreign reporter named Antoine in the city, so he understood it with reason and moved him with emotion, and prepared to extract some content he wanted from the other party.

But who is Antoine? Facing the words of the Gaul officer, he insisted that he could vividly remember the situation that day. Although he could understand the country's appeal, as a reporter, his bottom line was to at least report part of the truth, and absolutely not. Dare to fabricate news out of thin air, so that the Gaul investigators finally returned without success.

But no matter what, when it was time for dinner, everyone had already relaxed, and even several officers of the peacekeeping force who were guards were invited to join in.

As for Europa's tonality, no matter how fiercely they secretly fight for their respective demands, they must not stop eating and drinking on the surface.

A tall young woman wearing a waiter uniform observed the situation inside the restaurant. After confirming that most of the members of the investigation team were inside, she quickly walked up the stairs and hid in the utility room at the end of the corridor. middle.

The other two waiters who had just come down the stairs noticed this swift-footed colleague.

"Does our hotel have such a tall waiter?" One of them felt that the figure passing by him just now seemed a little strange. Even though she was wearing a pair of high heels, she was still a little shorter than the other party, which meant that the woman just now had at least 170 or more. height, which is not common in CAF.

"I don't know, maybe I'm wearing shoes too." Her companion was obviously not so sensitive: "Maybe it's the new recruit from the boss, after the attack a few days ago, many people left their jobs and went to Bangji. "

"All right……"

The first person didn't go into it any further, mainly because it was almost time to change shifts, and she wanted to go home and rest after a tiring day.

Hotels in Boda usually don't have so many guests. Today's day shift waiters hardly have any time to relax, and they are all tired and sore.

A few minutes later, the tall slender woman came out of the small room again. She tied up her long hair and hid it in a hat, and then changed into a waiter's suit and leather shoes. Her figure also looked a lot bloated.

Although the combination of a boat-shaped hat and men's clothing seems a bit nondescript, it does cover up her gender characteristics well.

Duart in the room is feeling grateful that he was able to escape the crime. Although he is still dizzy so far, he has no idea why the situation has become so favorable to him, but the colonel who survived the catastrophe can't think about it Those are gone.

As for being caught by Han Feng, the colonel doesn't even bother to think about it now.

After taking a shower for a long time, Duart put on a bathrobe and slumped on the sofa in the room, recalling the nightmare-like experience of the past few days.

"Fortunately, it's over..." The colonel shook his head and said to himself.

"Boom boom boom——"

There was a sudden knock on the door outside the room, and the colonel, who was already half asleep and half awake, was pulled out.

"Who?"

Duart shuddered and bounced off the sofa.

"It's me, De Jong."

A somewhat strange voice came from outside the door. It really sounded like Major de Jong, but there seemed to be some hoarseness.

"Wait a minute, Major, I'll change."

Duart's mood, which had just been relaxed, became tense again. Dozens of possibilities flashed through his mind, but no matter what, he couldn't guess what would happen when the other party came to him at this time.

Standing outside the door was naturally the tall woman from just now, holding a mobile phone in her hand, from which the major's voice came from just now.

A few hours ago, when De Jong and Worden came to talk to Duarte, the woman disguised as a waiter was not far away and recorded the audio just now with her mobile phone.

This mobile phone from Huaxia has exaggerated two external speakers, which can raise the volume without distortion.

Of course, if you listen carefully, it is still full of loopholes, and there is even a lot of low noise, but there is a wooden door between the two, and the colonel's mind is in chaos, and he has no time to think about these abnormalities.

Besides, as a native of the Dutch-speaking area, Major de Jong speaks French strangely and it is normal.

"Major, may I ask..."

After changing his clothes, Duart opened the door with a humble attitude, but it was not De Jong who greeted his eyes, but a thin man wearing a mask.

Duart didn't realize what happened at all. He looked at the person in front of him almost blankly, until half a second later, the person pushed the door open, and then took out a bright object and stabbed forward. come over.

The South African peacekeepers did their job well and it was difficult to bring weapons into the hotel from the outside under their protection, so the attackers opted for a table knife that was easily available in the hotel but rather awkward to use .

"Uh-"

Caught off guard, the colonel subconsciously raised his left arm to block, was directly pierced by the tip of the knife, and let out a scream.

It wasn't until this moment that he realized that the person at the door wanted to assassinate him, and hurriedly shouted for help, relying on the terrain of the room and began to struggle with the opponent.

The nearly 50-year-old colonel was also a good fighter in fighting when he was young, so his thinking is still fast and he can catch every move of the opponent. It's on my mind.

In just one breath, the attacker stabbed three times in a row.

Duart realized that he was not an opponent now, but fortunately time was on his side, so he didn't fight recklessly, but just retreated again and again. Although he was in a mess, he still avoided the vital point, but was stabbed in the stomach again.

Blood flowed profusely from the two wounds, instantly staining Duarte's shirt red, but he remained conscious at this time and his mobility was not affected.

When the other party retracted the knife and was about to stab the fourth time, the colonel turned over abruptly regardless of the abdominal wound, crawled to the bedside as fast as possible, picked up a pillow in one hand as a shield in front of him, and moved towards the bed. The menacing attacker waved continuously.

(End of this chapter)