Surud Mountains.

The rugged and steep mountain roads are accompanied by occasional birds, and the hot sky is irritable and impatient. Fortunately, the air conditioning in the car is accompanied by air conditioning, which calms a little bit of people who are on the head. Otherwise, it is not accurate, and someone will fight in the car.

Grote twisted his tie anxiously, his eyes and expression were nervous.

"What the hell happened?"

Nickel, who was sitting in the two positions, kept observing each other, frowned and thought. Grote on the other side suddenly turned his head at this time, and the eyes of the two met in the air. Nickel felt guilty and quickly withdrew his eyes, and his face couldn't help but turn red.

Logically speaking, businessmen like them should pay more attention to interests, but this practice of losing teammates on the spot is still a bit disgusting.

Nickel saw the other person staring at him, his eyes stabbed him on the left and right. As soon as the Adam's apple rolled out, he took out the magazine from the bag hanging behind the chair in front and started reading it in a makeup look.

After the gaze gradually disappeared, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He glanced at the outskirts of his eyes and saw Grote looking out the window, feeling restless. Hum? Nickel suddenly found that the person sitting next to him had a very teasing look at him. He looked at him with a little confusion, and when he lowered his head and saw the magazine, he suddenly felt very embarrassed.

"Impossible in the Guide to Male Romance"

Damn it, what the hell!

Nickel quickly closed it and stuffed it back. He looked at the side and wanted to explain. The other party's eyes revealed a sentence, "Don't worry, I won't discriminate against you."

"Damn it." Nickel instantly gave up the idea of ​​explanation and just sat awkwardly. Fortunately, he was about to reach the destination. After about half an hour, he almost fainted and finally reached the destination.

The guide who arranged for the car to instruct them to get out of the car, Nickel got out of the car and looked around.

There seems to be no research institute here, right?

"Gentlemen, you need to undergo an inspection here and hand over all the electronic products you carry to the post office. After they come out, we will return them all." An employee of the Savior Company came forward and said.

So troublesome?

Some people muttered a few dissatisfied words, but they still lined up, passed the inspection door, and then scanned by artificial instruments. The degree of inspection is so strict that it is rare!

After everyone checked, another hour passed, and then got on the car they arranged, headed towards the top of the mountain. On both sides of the road, you could see armed patrol personnel, as well as hounds with masks tied up. Even Nickel saw small support artillery and fortresses!

From a military perspective, Nikkor needs at least two strengthening regiments to attack this mountain, which is simply a good time and place, and is absolutely easy to defend but difficult to attack.

From the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, my eyes suddenly became clear.

The open flat ground, with a huge metal door mask in front of a cave, was already waiting on it, and Nickel was immediately attracted by the Asian standing in the middle.

This is Nicholas that he and others want to meet!

Nickel has never seen it, but he has a great reputation in the world. The other party also started to get rich after the collapse of the bear. Everyone is considered a "vampire".

"Good afternoon, gentlemen, I don't think I need to introduce it, haha." Tang Dao said slowly, "I'm sorry for what happened in Mogadishu. To apologize, our company will have a small gift to compensate when you leave. Okay, I know you don't want to listen to me nonsense. Now let Dr. Maysfield Bella take you to visit, Erin!"

Tesla doesn't like to show up in public, he prefers research, and genius' time is always more expensive than anything.

Maysfield Bella forced a smile, and these three thorns couldn't make a fuss, but there were so many "financial owners" who came, so they couldn't find someone casually.

"Everyone, please come with me." She walked in front, the people behind her looked at Tang Dao, and then hurriedly followed, and some people were also slow to take action, and they were even more interested in this Asian.

"Hello, Mr. Nicholas, I am Grote Copot Lavroth."

Grote, who had no idea where he got out of this, naturally greeted him, but he still couldn't help but speak out, "We've talked on the phone before."

Tang Dao looked at him with a smile in his eyes, but Grote felt cold and uneasy all over his body. He felt that he had seen through his whole body.

"Of course, welcome, Grote." Finally, Tang Dao spoke, raised his chin, and signaled that he could visit as much as possible.

"Mr. Nicholas, I'm here to find you."

Grote tried hard to calm his mind and immediately said, "Our Superman organization is unwilling to have conflicts with your company. We are all for our respective ideals and there is no need for bloodshed. Therefore, after discussing with our Presbyterians, we felt that Borg was the culprit, and he was indeed going to die! It destroyed our friendship."

Tang Dao looked at him and smiled with a pursed smile on his lips.

This made Grote a little unsure, but he continued, "But the experimental data you need is a bit embarrassing. This is the most precious thing for the organization. But to express our apology, we are willing to work with you to develop human genetic technology, and we can open up the data from you for the past decade."

He is also a smart person. He understands that if he comes up and says he wants to hand over the experimental data, the other party will definitely doubt it. This is completely unsatisfactory for him. Therefore, the best way is to pull him in. Since Jones and the others are dead, the Presbyterian Church will also reshuffle. Nicholas is more reliable and richer than those who want to come!

The last point is the most important.

As long as this tiger comes in, Eugene Babos is just a jumping clown!

Grote's own status is at most a younger brother, but who else should he be the one who he is not? In the original Presbyterian Church, he was ranked in the middle.

In the most crisis, he also wants to make profits for himself.

The hearts of capitalists are always wandering and adventure.

Grote hid his desire in his heart very well and looked at Tang Dao. The other party was still smiling, and the wind was calm and the clouds were calm and he didn't care at all.

"The genetic program of the Superman organization has been injected into some people in the Presbyterian Church. We are a small group of people in the forefront of the world. We can even break the secret of immortality," Grott said.

"I admit you said it beautifully."

Tang Dao praised the other party first, "You are a qualified lobbyist." This made Grote happy, but the other party's next words made him feel cold, "But unfortunately, I just received a call from Mr. Eugene Bliman."

He paused for a moment, and looked at Grott's panicked look, and he was particularly happy. Maybe this is BT?

"The other party said that as long as you kill you, he would agree to any request." Tang Dao said calmly, but these words made Grote's hair stand on his back, staring at the other party suddenly, seeing, seeing!

That indifference in the eyes!

The other party was moved.

Grote was nervous and wanted to explain, and he even felt that he could give greater benefits.

"I agree." Tang Dao smiled and said softly, looking at the crowd who was already walking in front. His position was very good, hanging from the back, and the group of people had been attracted by Erin, so... no one would look at them at all.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Grote wanted to shout, but his mouth was tightly wrapped around him and dragged him aside. Two bodyguards naturally stood in front and blocked their sight.

Eugene Braiman is right.

"Why should such a simple thing be complicated?"

Anyway, Grote... wouldn't die at his own hands. Eugene wanted him to live, so he would just be a human trafficker.

As for whether the other party will break the contract?

Hohoho...

So, people must be smarter!

I also have to kill a few fish to make people awe.

...

Grand Canyon in East Africa, northern border.

This wonder, known as the "Scar of the Earth", spans more than 5,800 kilometers and is the largest fault zone on the world's continent. This rift zone is located in eastern Africa, starting from the lower reaches of the Zambezi River in the south, and going north through the Sire Valley to Lake Malawi (Lake Nyasa) and the north part is east and west.

The northern border is in Kenya.

Looking down from the helicopter, I just feel that humans are small.

There are rare animals living here, and the wildebeest herds look around vigilantly, protecting the pregnant mare in it. The "warrior" with thick toes shows fierce faces. Africa is already fighting!

Standing by Lake Turkana, carefully and greedily enjoying the gifts brought by nature, but suddenly a sound of hooves was filled with horror. A little wildebeest was bitten by a crocodile that emerged from the river, and then a "death roll" came on the spot. The mare next to him was about to kick it when he saw this.

But the crocodile skin is thick and flesh is not afraid at all. Instead, he dragged the wilderer's body back to Hanoi. After a while, the water waves were covered with blood...

The crocodiles compete with each other, the whine of the female wildebeest, the breeze of the Grand Canyon...

This is the precepts of the weak!

Buzz buzz ~

The roar in the air interrupted the emotions of all animals. They raised their heads in fear and looked at the three helicopters flying low in the sky, and then... the entire tribe ran away.

Although they don’t know what this is, the fear of the unknown in their blood makes them dare not stay for a long time. Even the female wildebeest who lost her child can only be carried away by the tribe.

Three helicopters flew towards their destination in a triangular posture.

Through the window, you can see the warriors wearing exoskeletons sitting inside. Some people pretend to sleep and some people chew on nutrient solution. But no one talks, keeping it quiet enough.

"Gentlemen!"

A strong black man sitting in the front stood up, everyone opened his eyes and looked at the commander. He opened his headset and began to link other members of the helicopter. "This time we are facing about 700 armed personnel, including the Union of Courts, who are involved in endangering Somalia's security, and participating in this bombing against the National Hotel and the assassination of senior leaders. Our mission is to kill them!"

"Don't have any captives, no mercy, no nonsense! Our purpose is to kill them all. We are the most elite warriors of the gods in East Africa. The leader handed over this mission to us is to have great trust in us and show our abilities to the world!"

There were 6 teams of these three helicopters, and the crew had a total of about 40 people. They were all equipped with new exoskeletons and the chest was made of the latest bulletproof material. Even if the AK47 was shot, they could not be penetrated!

Moreover, the components of the exoskeleton are also being updated and become more flexible, which can increase the jumping power and running speed to a certain extent.

This is the second series. If it is the third series, according to the laboratory's plan, it must be to install the Erin command system, so that it can operate independently when necessary!

The commander cheered them up...

When the helicopter reached its destination, hovered in the air, the black strong man opened the door, "gogogo!"

He patted the warrior on the shoulders of each rope. After everyone went down, he gave a thumbs up at the driver, then grabbed the rope and slid down. He was about two meters away and jumped directly. The exoskeleton had a pressure-relieving shock absorption function, which could protect the knees.

“As planned, act.”

The black commander said to the headset, and then he took the two team members directly through the middle. This place is about 700 meters away from the gathering place of the people. The average weight of a single soldier is about 70 kilograms, while the "blood bull" has a shield alone, which is close to 80 kilograms, and he must not hold on to a strong man!

And the assaulter was even more holding Gatlin. The exoskeleton had already done experiments and with the support of technology, he could fully lift this thing.

If you take these things and run 700 meters into the battle, I'm afraid only the physical fitness of black people can be so wild.
To be continued...