817 The Trojan Horse (1/2)
Hauling the desalination platform robbed from Celestial Trade, the modified freighter slowly sailed to the port in the northwest corner of Madagascar.
At the end of the jungle and mountains, there was a fortress that was inconsistent with the poverty in Madagascar. Within the tall concrete walls, there were more than a dozen Black Hawks and even Apache helicopters. In addition, the number of M1114 and M2A3 infantry vehicles parked in the garage even surpassed many UA military bases overseas.
There were also Patriot 3 guided missile launch vehicles hidden underneath the cover. They were even more indicative of Arrow's military and political influence.
The terrifying arms force could easily overturn a small country. It was not the power that an ordinary private military contractor could possess.
Because its strength, the UA government was also cautious toward Arrow. Even if the Freemasonry exerted a strong influence in the UA political scene, its military bases could only be built overseas, such as in poor Africa, or chaotic South America.
The freighter entered the port and the officer wearing a desert-colored army cap walked down the freighter and down the stairs. On the edge of the port, a middle-aged bald man in a suit extended his hand from a long ways away and greeted cheerfully.
”Hahaha, welcome, Colonel Ferrer.”
”Nice to meet you, Mr. Evans.” Ferrer shook the hand sincerely.
Judging from the look of the colonel's face, he was very respectful to Mr. Evans.
This respect was not due to social status but constrained by an ancient class.
In the Freemasonry, lower-level members must commensurate higher-level members as their mentors. Although in modern times, this rule had not been strictly enforced. Only in internal meetings would people use the vintage title of mentor.
But this did not prevent Ferrer from respecting the gentleman in front of him.
As an ordinary member of the Freemasonry, Ferrer was only level three. The man in a suit, who stood across from him, had a ring engraved with a number 32 on his right hand. He was only one grade away from the top Scottish faction.
Engineers boarded the ship and removed the desalination platform from the back of the ship.
Evans didn't have an attitude. He smiled pleasantly and took Ferrer to the side, handed him a cigar and lit one for himself.
”Our country has a long coastline, but it lacks fresh water. We negotiated with High-Tech Freshwater, but they were extremely stingy about their precious technology. We are very disappointed.”
The country was referring to Israel.
When Evans mentioned disappointment, he blew a ring and grinned, patting Ferrer's shoulder.
”Fortunately, we have a group of brave men. Future Group will soon regret the decision to refuse us.”
”Zaid is done. I'm afraid we'll have to find someone else to do the dirty work for us,” Ferrer grinned.
Someone must bear the wrath of Future Group. Evans and Ferrer didn't believe that they would dare to launch an attack against the Freemasonry. So Future Group could only retaliate against the pirates of Somalia.
But then again, it would be a question if Jiang Chen could find the man behind the scene.
Evans smiled at this thought.
He dusted his cigar. The 1-inch long soot fell to the edge of his shoe, and Evans blew another smoke ring. The eagle-like eyes looked in the direction of the desalination platform.
”Zaid won't live till tomorrow. By tomorrow evening, Mossad's men will take out his den in Somalia and wait for him to show up at the door. As long as the insider Zaid dies, Future Group won't be able to find anything.”
”A month later, the Mediterranean Freshwater Company will be listed in New York and formally explore the Middle East market. We will use the influence of the oil market to seize the market share of High-Tech Freshwater from the east coast of the Mediterranean to the Persian Gulf region.”
Looking forward to a bright future, a curvature formed on Evan's mouth. He then looked at Ferrer who was standing next to him.
”Did you check the goods?”
”Not yet, but this is a direct shipment to be deployed in the Red Sea. There should be no quality problems.” Ferrer laughed.
”Deploy it first and see. I heard this thing is easy to move anyway.” Evans grinned, pointing the cigar to port. He was just about to say something to the soldier next to him, but soon a light attracted his attention.
On the sea not far away, the offshore platform began to shine.
The compressed light leaked from the gaps of the mechanical shell. It even separated by hundreds of meters. He could still feel the burning pain on his skin.
The steel was melted into molten iron, and armored vehicles and helicopters faded in color under the strong light. The cement peeled off from the reinforcing steel frame and collapsed like an avalanche.
It was said that at the moment of death, that second will be infinitely elongated until the consciousness has completely faded.