Knowing the end of the world, I recruited the golden finger to lead the motherland

Chapter 65: Really No Quality
"Tomorrow, tomorrow we'll be there."

The sea surface was illuminated by the setting sun, creating a golden-red band of light.

The speaker handed the red wine to the young man beside him and said: "If we didn't take the cruise ship and took a special plane, we would have arrived yesterday."

"I don't like flying on the same plane with them. The leader this time is a family political enemy. My father also hates him. There was even a time when the toilet paper of our group's hotels was full of his big head. God, I really can't accept his face when I see it."

The blond young man shrugged and said casually but matter-of-factly:
"Besides, I am the one who sponsors the foundation. It is absolutely independent. Moreover, we are very strong, and the strong will never compromise themselves. This is a privilege we deserve."

"But this time we're going to meet China, they're not weak," the speaker said excitedly, winking, "Do you think we can win?"

“See that lighthouse over there?”

The blond young man did not answer directly. He lay on the sofa, one hand behind his head, and pointed to the distance with the other hand:

"Its light will become deeper in the afterglow of the setting sun. The lighthouse is the guardian of the sea, guiding the lost. Of course, it is not only a guide, but also a symbol of hope and light.

"You know, America has always been the beacon of the world. We are of course happy to cooperate with the increasingly powerful China, but the premise is that we can get considerable benefits. And the commander-in-chief of human disaster relief... My God, I don't like to listen to other people's orders. I only want to listen to English."

I was inexplicably called a curly-haired dog.

"When did I ever allow you to make jokes about my business? You're a Bichon Frise who can't even take care of yourself."

Chinese? Huaxia?

Ivar snorted coldly, put on his sunglasses and looked at the sea again, folded his arms and didn't want to say anything more.

But the whole body exudes the aura of "keep out"

"Emotional injury? No! Even if God comes, don't let this dissolute and profit-oriented kid get emotionally hurt," the curly-haired man patted his friend's shoulder and laughed, "It's self-esteem."

Ivar took off his sunglasses, revealing a pair of very iconic violet eyes, exactly the same as those of the "Hollywood evergreen" beauty Elizabeth.

The person who approached him suddenly thought, "But your Chinese is very good, Jones."

The man with messy curly hair curled his lips in Ivar's direction and said in a low voice: "Don't you know why he joined the special forces? He has been the first in combat for three years."

Anburn spread his hands to show that he was innocent: "Okay, okay, but I'm just telling the truth. Besides, I didn't say it was a joke, just a joke between friends. Jones, you can't take a joke, right? I remember you are not that kind of person."

"how?"

"Emotional injury?"

"No, no, no, you think too little. He is this--" The curly-haired man pointed at his heart and said mysteriously, "He was injured."

"Ambern Astorga."

"What? Isn't it just for physical fitness?"

Ivar remained silent and sneered, "Of course, this will make it easier for me to find that bastard later and listen to her last words before I shoot."

"If you don't want the tongue, you can pack it up and give it to the Halloween ghosts in exchange for candy."

Ivar frowned and looked at the unkempt curly-haired man with a warning.

"Hey, old fellow, don't ask about Jones."

But guns are banned in China!
My friend was confused when he heard this. He saw someone waving out of the corner of his eye, so he walked over slowly.

Is this something that can be said or not?
Anborn looked at him carefully and felt that he would not really cut off his tongue, so he continued in a low voice with his friend:

"He went to Southeast Asia to discuss a big deal. Of course, it was arms. You know, when he said big, he really meant it. He was selling it to small countries and local gangs. For safety and of course for pleasure, he arranged for the shipment to be on a cruise ship.

"The person who came to meet and entertain the other party was a confidant of the gang. Oh, it's a pity that I can't take a photo of her. She is a very stunning oriental beauty. She looks good... well, not easy to control. Anyone who disobeys her on the cruise ship will have his head smashed in the next second. Her personality is very compatible with Jones' rebellious period. "Jones also told the boss that he would use a batch of M4s to exchange people. Once they come, they can become his right-hand men. The right-hand men of the heir to the business empire in the future are much more impressive than the confidants of the desperate armed forces!"

My friend was confused: "What does this have to do with Jones joining the army?"

Anburn was so excited that he said immediately, "Because the so-called confidant is an agent!"

"……what?!"

"Becoming the second-in-command agent of the armed forces, oh God, reality is more magical than my art film! But she wanted the arms intelligence in Jones's hands, which directly caused him to lose a nine-digit US dollar order. She ran into Jones on the night she was about to escape!" Amburn laughed heartily, "I really should have recorded Jones's beaten face at that time!"

If he didn't have a special identity, he probably wouldn't have been hit in the face, but shot directly.

I guess the agent couldn't stand the young master's bad temper anymore.

Jones was also unable to bear it anymore, so he picked up the wine glass and threw it at his friend, cursing something.

Anburn quickly pulled his friend aside and ran away, not wanting to offend the young master.

However, this group of people on the cruise ship basically know each other. There are no working-class people. But even if there are people with super powers who are workers, they will take the official special plane and will not be so tactless as to follow the cruise ship of the young masters of the foundation.

After all, most of these awakened people are concentrated in Queens.

The powerful and wealthy class.

It is truly the future of the United States.

Jones felt a little chest tightness due to anger, then he took a deep breath to calm himself down and closed his eyes.

"Mr. Jonnes, I'm the person sent by Boss Xu to pick you up. From now on, I will protect your safety and be in charge of your itinerary." The man was dressed simply and neatly with a ponytail. His eyebrows and eyes were bright and clean, but because they were too outstanding, he seemed a bit sharp and aggressive. His words were humble and gentle.

The young master, who had just been impatient to come out for training, was stunned for a moment. His impatience with the hot and humid climate was also smoothed out, and he rarely looked in a good mood.

Funny, beautiful, resourceful and capable, well-informed, and very emotionally intelligent and good at speaking.

It is completely different from this poor and remote den of thieves.

Only when it shoots and kills people without hesitation can people realize that it is a carnivorous plant, and hear its gang of mediocre subordinates secretly complaining: a madman who wants power over his life in order to get to the top.

This bloody contrast was just what the young master wanted, and it was almost tailor-made for him. It didn't take long for him to recruit her.

Then quickly—

The boat capsized in the gutter.

"Little brat, you want to sleep with me? You need to see if your mediocre skills are good enough.

"First learn to dress yourself in the morning. This is a compulsory lesson in kindergarten: do your own things."

The damned agent patted his cheek lightly, revealing his true colors, evil and cunning, with a frivolous and teasing smile in his eyes, and said jokingly:

"Little boy, go home to your mother."

(Little boy, go home to your mother)
Jones opened his eyes, bit his back teeth hard, and smashed the wine bottle to the ground.

The red color spread into one piece, connecting with the sunset glow, burning from the sea to the land, all the way to the north.

In front of the office building of the 19th Bureau of Beijing District, Yan Ning got out of the car as the sun set. Suddenly, he felt a chill on his back and sneezed violently.

Who is cursing me behind my back?
What a lack of quality.

(End of this chapter)