my beauty world

Ronan used to fly a plane in the middle, and the gun was thrown in Cancun a long time ago.

A Swiss Army Knife is a common commodity.

The old man got a stamp on his passport and passed the customs smoothly.

Ronan picked up his passport and was about to leave when the old man stuffed a coloring page and recommended, "This hotel is good."

Ads go straight to customs...

Ronan put away his passport and looked at the coloring pages as he walked out. There were English, Dutch, and Spanish on the coloring pages. Generally speaking, they had the same meaning—to visit Billena Island and stay at Hotel Sophia.

There is also a detailed route map above, which is very close to the port.

Anyway, it's close, so Ronan went to have a look first.

Close to the port, there are densely packed houses. Because of the relationship of the island, most of the houses are on one floor, which looks quite old.

The streets are full of stalls, and the people are basically Latino mixed. Maybe the sun is blazing on the island, and the skin is more wheat-colored.

Most people are very laid back, without the urgency of the city.

Not far ahead, there is a small two-story building with the words "Sophia Hotel" painted on the side in three languages.

Some of the tourists who came this time walked towards the small building.

There was a Ford Raptor coming in front, the street was relatively narrow, and there were people setting up stalls on both sides, Ronan automatically retreated to one side.

The pickup truck stopped in front of a shop, two people were chattering French, one of them switched to Spanish to negotiate with the boss, and bought a lot of fruit.

Ronan passed by the car and heard words such as the resort, the construction site, and the ship delivering goods at night.

It seems that it is the person from the Obia Group who is building a resort.

According to the information collected by the CIA on Billena Island, the Governor Garza has cooperated with the French Obia Group to develop the tourism resources of Billena Island. The key projects are seaside resorts and hot spring mineral water.

Observing carefully while walking, Ronan is like a purely curious traveler.

This is a seaside town, not small in size, possibly the largest settlement on the island.

Looking past the low houses, one can see a three-story white building made of stone in the center of the city not far from the sea, with flags erected on the upper floor and soldiers with live ammunition patrolling the roof.

Bacheng is Garza's Governor's Mansion.

An army green truck carrying soldiers came from behind, and Ronan evaded again. The speed of the car was not fast, and occasionally soldiers greeted people on the side of the road.

Judging by the accent, they should all be locals.

Carrying his bag, Ronan came to the door of the Sophia Hotel, and a girl of sixteen or seventeen came up to her and said, "Hi, welcome!" She introduced herself: "My name is Anna, the daughter of the hotel owner, do you want to stay?"

"I'm Martin, from Mexico." Ronan came to the front of the bar.

After going through the simple procedures, Anna led the way to the second floor, went all the way to the end of the corridor, took the key to open the door, and let the door open: "You live in this room, with a balcony, and you can enjoy the sea view from morning to night."

Ronan took the key from her: "Thank you."

A young girl with a bright smile and warm hospitality: "Call me if you need anything, I'm in the lobby on the first floor."

Ronan replied, "Okay."

Anna is a Latino, with short ear-length hair, and a cute baby face. She smiled with two sweet dimples, and waved to Ronan: "Goodbye."

Ronan nodded: "Goodbye."

Anna helped close the door and went downstairs.

The condition of the small building is limited, only the rooms at the east and west ends have balconies. Ronan inspected the rooms and came to the balcony. A few tens of meters in front of him is the endless sea.

The second floor is not too high, he can easily jump from the window or climb up.

Ronan came here to find giant chameleons, not a vacation.

After taking a quick shower and going downstairs with my valuables, Anna was sitting alone in the hall.

Ronan saw a tourist brochure on the shelf, picked up one, and asked, "How much?"

Anna dimpled again with laughter: "No money, just watch whatever you want, just come back after watching."

There is a detailed map of Billena Island in the manual. Ronan looked carefully and occasionally asked Anna a few words.

Anna said: "Just ask me if you have anything. I am popular, have many friends, and know a lot."

Ronan took down the map, deliberately lowered his voice, and asked, "On the boat when I came here, I heard that a murderous beast happened on the island? I was on the same boat as a British policeman who came to bring my sister's body back to China."

"It happened so fast, it happened only five days ago, and it spread outside the island first?" Anna knew a lot: "A few days ago, just after the typhoon passed, five students from New York University died in the jungle near the mineral water factory. inside."

She frowned: "We are all very strange. There are no wild beasts on the island, and if there are outside, they can't get in."

Since the discoverer hid the camera and later sold it to a CIA informant, the island has never been able to figure out what kind of beast launched the attack.

Ronan asked: "Where did it happen? When I go to the mountain, I can avoid it."

Anna leaned over, opened the manual, and pointed to the map: "It's right here. They didn't go deep into the island. They didn't know how to get from the forest to the French mineral water factory, and then encountered a beast."

She was kind-hearted and took the initiative to remind Ronan: "If you want to go up the mountain, it is best to take the main road. Don't look at the forest trails. There are often people walking around, and animals generally avoid them. In the forest, there are many poisonous snakes, spiders and mosquitoes. It's very troublesome."

Ronan nodded: "Thank you."

Anna smiled: "New Year tomorrow, I wish you a Happy New Year in advance."

It was only then that Ronan remembered that 2003 was about to pass while he was busy all the way.

Chapter 43 The Expendables

This island is neither too big nor too small, and it is not easy to find a chameleon who can pretend when you are new here, but it does not hurt to establish a good relationship with these well-informed local people.

Sometimes people are judged by appearances, especially simple girls. Anna thinks that Ronan is very nice.

The target was a chameleon. Ronan went shopping and bought local clothes, small cans of spray paint and tools such as machetes, as well as portable food and drink.

After finding a place to settle dinner, and returning to Sofia Hotel, Ronan saw the old man in the port hall. It turned out that he was Anna's grandfather, Old Armas, and the real owner of the hotel, Armas and his wife.

The friendly and welcoming family invited Ronan and other visitors to the rooftop terrace for tea and chats.

Ronan wanted to learn more about the news here so that he could find clues.

Under the starry sky, the bustling seaport town has a unique style, and there are more people in military uniforms on the street.

During the rotation, soldiers of local origin can go home for one night.

A tourist from a big American city said, "There are reports from Billena Island in the United States, saying that you are under a terrible dictatorship."

Old Armas laughed: "After Garza became the governor, the island became truly peaceful. The Colombian drug dealers and the Venezuelan rebels did not dare to think about Vilena Island. Isn't this a good life? They have to be divided into several Sending people to make troubles on the entire island is not peaceful, is it called democracy?"

He said: "I have been a port supervisor on Billena Island for decades, and Garza's life has been the most stable in the past few years since Garza came to power. He even allowed mobile phone signals to cover all residential areas, plantations and factories on the island."

The sky was dark, and lights were lit on the sea in the distance, and the outline of a cargo ship was faintly visible. According to what Ronan saw when he came, he judged that the cargo ship was parked at the pier of the resort construction site.

It seems to be unloading there.

Ronan asked, "Why are you unloading at night?"

Anna whispered: "We are short of construction materials here, and we need to transport them from Colombia and Venezuela. General Garza does not allow the freighters of the Obia Group to compete for the shipping lanes during the day, so they can only deliver goods at night."

Ronan said casually, "Your governor is very good."

During the chat with Anna, I got a lot of useful information. For example, there are no chameleons on the island, at least they are not native species.

Anna grew up on the island, and has never seen a chameleon on the island.

For example, since the Oubia Group came to the island, it has been keeping secrets and enclosing the land for construction. Except for a few people, it has rarely dealt with the residents of the island.

The construction speed of Obia Group is very slow. The resort and mineral water plant have not been put into use for more than two years.

But the governor of Garza supported the Obia Group, and the Obia Group invested a lot of money in Billena Island. The people on the island enjoyed the benefits and didn't care much about them.

Anna also quietly asked for Ronan's cell phone number.

After chatting for a while, they went back to their rooms to sleep.

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Under the night, the pier of the resort is still busy.

"Guys, hurry up!" a man with a particularly big nose yelled in French: "Be quicker!"

The black uncles unloading the goods are still not in a hurry, and they have a sense of leisure when they work.

The big-nosed Lehman was quite helpless and complained to his assistant: "Look, this is the future of France."

"Head, calm down." The assistant's name is Sera, an Albanian immigrant: "At least they are very strict."

Lehman squeezed his waist, shook his head, looked at the French mercenaries around him, and asked for a gun, wishing to shoot all the black uncles.

This is a ship from Venezuela, and there is a ship from Colombia in the second half of the night.

The boat is full of people.

Don't hurry up, it will affect the last ship entering the port.

The refinery is waiting for raw materials to start.

A very fashionable old man walked towards the pier: "Leiman, you can't hold your breath anymore."

Lehman turned his head: "Master Henry."

"We are French." Henry spoke in a dignified manner, with calm elegance: "Not vulgar Brits!"

There was a bang on the trestle bridge, but it was Uncle Hei who hadn't set the net rope properly. A small jack lifted up the wooden cargo box, and the cargo box fell and hit the trestle bridge.

The two girls in the box had their hands, feet and mouth tied, fell down and broke their hands and feet, and their whole body was covered in blood and blood from the splintered wood.

The corners of Henry's eyes twitched: "Two of the most precious perfume raw materials were wasted!"

He snapped his fingers, and on the side of the trestle bridge, the ordinary concrete floor suddenly moved, and it was not until the light was under that he could see clearly that it was a large lizard nearly two meters long!

The lizard quickly climbed onto the boat, opened its mouth wide, and flashed its red tongue. The black man on the boat, who was in charge of the rope, clutched his neck and fell down.

Henry snapped his fingers again, and the big lizard crawled back, stopped beside him, and quickly disappeared.

"Work hard!" There was no elegance in Henry's voice: "Don't make any more mistakes!"

Uncle Hei's hands and feet became quicker, and their working speed increased instantly.

Henry's white forehead was twisted into a pimple: "Master Grenouille will be angry if you ruin two precious virgins! Lehman, find two new ones as soon as possible, and don't delay sending them back to France tomorrow night."

"Yes!" Lehman replied.

Henry walked towards the resort gracefully, and there was a blurred figure of the same color as the ground, following him: "Do a good job in security, don't let five people come in through the gap in the wall to find out like last time, once again, murder Silence this kind of thing, you do it yourself."

When Henry disappeared into the night, Sera asked, "I'll go get in touch and tell them to hurry up and find someone to send it over?"

Lehman shook his head: "It's too late! People will be sent away tomorrow evening, and it's not easy to find qualified ones. Master Grenoye refines perfume, and requires that the raw materials must be between 15 and 17 years old, must be virgins, black or Negroes don't want it."

He also found it difficult: "Girls nowadays, the first time is getting earlier and earlier..."

Knowing that time is tight, Sierra suggested: "Look on the island?"

Lehman nodded: "Find two on the island, as soon as possible!"

A mercenary leader came over to ask for instructions: "Mr. Lehman, what about the wounded?"

Lehman said directly, "Boba, send them to the oil refinery."

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In the middle of the night, a heavy locomotive crossed the town road and gradually approached the church.

The driver was middle-aged, with a strong physique, a hulking back, and a face that seemed to be paralyzed, with no expression on his face.

His name is Barney Ross. He is a veteran of the Vietnam War and has been to the battlefield in Afghanistan.

A few years ago, Barney organized an extremely elite mercenary team, absorbing many veterans of the British and American special forces.

Created a death squad that worked for money.

Mercenaries, as the name suggests, like the Hound and his son, do things for money.

The mercenaries with the best mix and the most stable income are outsourcers doing government business.

The largest military outsourcing business is precisely the US government.

Barney has worked successfully with the U.S. government on several occasions.

The locomotive stopped at the door of the church, and Barney pushed open the door of the church to go in. There was only one person in the empty church.

Church with a bald head looked at Barney: "You're late."