please make money

"Two boxes, and I still owe you a box of caviar. To be honest, I can accept even drinking whiskey with you."

"Think of it as the time in Africa, and pay back the favor you saved us."

"Friendship can't be measured by money. I will save you next time, but before that, I will replace Natasha with a big refrigerator."

Torov exhaled the smoke in his mouth, turned around and kicked open the cabin door——

"Okay! Great lads! Get out of here! We're going to work - hurry up! Get moving! 7700 million rubles are beckoning you!"

"..."

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"Today is a calm day too, isn't it?"

"Okay, don't be silly, today is the same-what is that?"

In the port area, two sleepy-eyed administrators who were changing shifts stared dumbfounded at the rushing landing craft.

A landing craft can accommodate 80 heavily armed soldiers, and five landing craft carrying an entire action group came up just like that.

Three or ten minutes later, a bearded man walked into the control room and lit a cigarette for each of the two unfortunates.

"The equipment in the port area is faulty and needs to be repaired for two days. Do you have any comments?"

"No, no!"

"Very good, it seems that we have reached a consensus, wait for me to unload the goods first, and then go to pick up people back."

The bearded man looked at his watch: "If there is enough time, I will invite you to drink at that time, and we have a happy cooperation."

"..."

"By the way, it's okay to borrow your port transport fleet, right? We will help you fill up the gas, and maybe wash your car if you have time."

"No comment! No comment!"

Half an hour later, the time came to 06:30 in the morning, the morning light was twilight, and the years were quiet.

A long port area transport convoy drove out from the port and headed for the target block.

There are several large trailers that don't usually leave the port area, but now they are also on the road, and the back is covered with a cloth for some iron bumps.

Sitting in the front car, the bearded man stepped on the gas pedal to the end: "Go in a straight line! Bravely march towards our vodka warehouse!"

"Ulla—"

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The transport convoy from the port area broke through the Wana block.

A strange convoy from the port area, disguised as a transport convoy, crossed the Southern Bridge.

The definitely problematic armed convoy from the port area, who did not know who was operating, directly crossed the Northwest New Area.

One message after another poked everyone like a jumping frog, completely ignoring what was going on.

"what happened?"

"I don't know! Lots of cars—lots of people!"

"Where are they going?"

"Don't know, but it's past the July block now."

"July Street is next door to ours—then why are they hitting our business district?!"

"...because our business district is in their way?"

As I said before, the blocks where the NZZ laboratory is located have been transformed into barricades, and other places are no exception.

Pattani Province is severely divided between the city and the countryside, and there are also divisions between blocks and blocks, which serve as barriers to each other.

But this convoy from the port area ignored all unspoken rules in such a mighty way, and walked straight through.

At the beginning, some people were upset, blocking the road and setting up a card to block the convoy in the port area for inspection-it is normal for inspection to be damaged, so there are so many goods, right?

However, the intense and brief exchange of fire made people know that what came out of the port area was not a fat pig, but a hedgehog with thorns all over its body.

"Is the port area crazy? What do the Freedom Army want? Huh? They... what is that?"

Before he finished speaking, a violent explosion and flames came from the direction of the port area.

The shock wave roared in several minutes after the flames rose, shattering the surrounding glass like a knife.

After a while of confusion, they got up and looked in that direction blankly.

"Then, where is that... no way..."

"Looks like - Freedom territory - they have a regiment over there."

"... Where is the convoy? Where did the convoy go?"

"To the Silicon Valley neighborhood."

"Call Kata quickly and tell them to get out of the way! Get out of the way! I know who it is!"

"Who?"

"business man."

"……what???"

An arrow began to spread across the map, crossing several blocks, and even directly passed through a commercial area in broad daylight, breaking through all the barricades.

All the forces along the way were stunned, and then turned pale in shock—what kind of dragon is this? !

He reacted quickly, quickly moved out of the way, and removed all the barricades, roadblocks, and checkpoints, and the convoy roared past half a step without stopping.

There are those who have to get in the way to do things, machine guns and even rocket launchers are set up to greet them. From the air, you can even see an extended line of fire in Pattani Province.

Several small groups were directly defeated, but no one knew where they were going. Only a small number of people with big forces remembered that there was a Gouba businessman who politely asked everyone to make way. She's going to pick up her own staff.

...Is this called being polite?

Correspondingly, it was the members of the NZZ Research Institute who had just woke up from sleep, came out of the house sporadically, and arrived at the place of work.

Ms. Nong Lan, the apprentice of the world-class communication expert Dr. Alekan, was holding a glass of boiled water that had cooled down long ago, and stared blankly at the screen.

The information-gathering software she made herself is summarizing the news. The incomplete place names correspond to the small groups who are yelling wildly on the Internet and crying for their parents and mothers on social media. There is a route that only people in Pattani can understand. That's it.

The starting point is the port area, but the destination seems...probably... vaguely—is it here?

go ahead!go ahead!Moving on—Alia said she was coming, and then she was!

The young lady's hands were shaking. She looked at the supervisor next to her. The latter had already lost his family. He lived and boarded in this simple 'company' and stayed up in the middle of the night.

"I had a dream last night. I dreamed that I went to a very peaceful place. I could concentrate on my research and continue to complete Laya's project."

He rubbed his face: "I hope I'm still in a dream and not awake."

"...It's true, she's really here."

"What is she here for?"

"She came to pick us up - does it make sense that we need to work for her in return?"

"If she did come, I mean, if she didn't come to pick us up, if she just came, I would give everything with both hands."

"why?"

"Because... hope is the most precious thing in this world, more precious than gold..."

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"Nabta District, the current actual controller is the Tirama Legion. It is said to be a legion, but in fact there are only about 200 people."

In the rickety carriage, Rumlow pointed to the map: "The second street in Nabuta District is our target, hell... what have these guys done, Nabuta District claims to be here Little Silicon Valley, but now it’s just casinos and red romance—oh, and human trafficking and illicit drugs.”

Aliya retracted the gun from the observation window: "You expect them to engage in technology and industrial upgrading, it is better to expect them to find out with conscience."

There are still some industrial upgrades, such as telecom fraud, which is probably the most high-end villain skill they can come into contact with.

At least that thing needs broadband and a telephone line, unlike burglary, where you can do it with just a knife.

This so-called legion, composed of gangsters, rotten boys, and soldiers who are not looked down upon by the free army, controls the entire former high-tech zone. It has been sustainable for two years, and it has settled all opposition voices with knives and guns. From the age of 80 to the age of eight, they are all in their chain of interests.

Rumlow even discovered that they still have a business of selling blood. As for the source...

"I really didn't pay attention to the internal ecology of these blocks before. God, I now find that the old man also has advantages."

Compared with the big forces he has dealt with before, such as the official army of Siam or the main force of the Free Army, they are really at the level of moral models.

Just collecting some protection fees, isn't it conscience in such a chaotic area?

This kind of guy who dismantles people and sells them by weight can run amok in a grandiose manner. Compared with those guys, the control area is really paradise.

"How long?"

"It's about half an hour away, it's very close, Boss, you have to put on your body armor."

Rumlow shrugged: "If you lose a single hair, trust me, Torov will tear me apart."

"Okay." Aliya pointed to the pistol on his waist: "The revolver is good, let me use it."

"If you like it, please—"

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"There is only one voice in the Nabuta area, and that is my elder brother!"

The person who said this directly shot and killed a poor man who was tied to the ground: "And he! He dared to yell when my elder brother said to be quiet!"

"boom--"

"This is the end!"

With the gun tucked into his waist, the tall and skinny man who looked like a vulture glanced at the people around him who dared not speak out, and smiled mockingly.

"I just like to see your expressions. You don't like me, but you can't kill me."

As he spoke, he pointed to the corpse on the ground: "Cut off his heart and liver, and eat it when I come back. Where should I charge for protection today?"

"Over there in the communication building."

"Communication building?" The tall and thin man smacked his lips: "I hate those guys, I've read a few books, they're annoying."

"They haven't paid protection fees for a while."

"Okay, then I'll go collect the debt."

As he said that, he led a dozen people and casually walked into a building not far away.

It was a small high-rise building that was originally bright and beautiful, but the ground floor has long been deserted, sprayed full of strange words.

The glass is also broken a lot, and only the inside can barely see that there used to be a high-tech industry here.

At that time, Nabuta District was known as a small Silicon Valley in southern Thailand, and it gathered countless young people who wanted to chase their dreams.

There are even some elites who have gone abroad, who are also inspired to come back to build the technology industry in the three southern provinces of Thailand.

It was only later that the free army and the Siamese government confronted each other, breaking the order of this place and breaking up the hearts of the people there.

Those who are capable of dragging their families away have already gone to farther places to seek a living, and no matter how bad they are, they have to go to northern Thailand.

But there are always people who can't leave, so that a large number of talents have been robbed of their supposedly bright future in the most simple and rude chaos.

The tall and thin man’s name is very long, but people in this place don’t call him by his name, but call him Black Yasha, because he really eats people’s hearts like a Yasha evil spirit——Thaksin Siam Those wizards believe that eating human liver can make them invulnerable to all poisons and not to be harmed.

The wizard is wrong, but he has been running amok for more than a year and has not been cleaned up, so he thinks the wizard is right.

Eating hearts and livers is a small hobby, and robbing houses is his main business. He collects protection fees for one family a day, how kind is he?

"How long have they been delaying?"

"It's been three or four days. It should have been given on Monday."

"Tsk... That's why I said that these people have itchy skin. You have to teach them a lesson, such as chopping off their hands and feet."

"But they are the ones my brother still uses, and they say they can—make money from foreigners!"