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In the port hall near the plank road, many houses and people were also set on fire, and at least hundreds of people were howling in the flames!

The fire caused by this kind of aviation fuel is so fierce. How can the fuel sprinkled by the aircraft during its high-speed flight be controlled in only a small area, but where the fuel falls, it is now engulfed in a sea of ​​flames.

Christmas yelled: "Damn dictator!"

Barney Ross looked at the crowd stunned by the flames through the plane window: "This flame will bring them freedom!"

Ronan put down the old Armas and looked at the plane that kept rising. The automatic rifle in his hand could not threaten the plane at all.

Old Armas said in a daze: "Why? Why?"

Countless people on Billena Island wept bitterly,

Some lost relatives.

Some lost friends.

Some lost businesses or houses.

Old Armas murmured: "Without the pier, how will our coffee be shipped out, and how will our daily necessities be shipped in..."

Seeing the plane rushing towards the Governor's Palace, Ronan put the AK on his back and immediately turned around and ran towards the French factory.

It was a modern aircraft with heavy firepower, and people were just ants in front of it.

Chapter 46

boom -

Flames rose from the Governor's Mansion, followed by the sound of explosions, and raging flames burned half of the sky red.

It was getting dark, gunshots and explosions continued to come, and there was a plane circling in the sky, shooting at the ground from time to time.

The Governor's Mansion was under heavy fire!

In the mineral water factories and resorts on Billena Island, almost everyone's attention turned to the town.

The big-nosed Lehman couldn't get through to the Governor's Office, so he simply sent someone to drive there to inquire about the specific situation.

Ilsa knew that the opportunity had come, so she sneaked into the resort, and soon found some unusual traces, and followed her all the way into the mineral water factory.

Ronan left town and took advantage of the chaos to head straight for the French factory.

The Governor's Mansion is too busy to take care of itself. If something happens here, there is definitely no way to send someone over.

Combining the clues obtained from various aspects, the giant chameleon is very likely to be involved with the French, and it is related to the promotion of the predators and their own strength. Ronan has to go in and see what he says.

I touched the bag casually, and the paint spray was still there.

Along the road paved during the day, from the jungle with dense trees, quietly approach the back wall of the mineral water plant.

Ronan didn't need any tools to assist him. He picked up the AK on his back and climbed up the wall with a run-up. After a little observation, he jumped down.

Thanks to the swiftness of the leopard, it landed without making any sound, and quickly hid in the shadow of a building.

There were voices in front of him. Ronan walked forward along the shadows. Two black men on guard stood on the third floor, looking at the town and talking.

It seems that this place is specially used for observation.

Ronan is proficient in French and can understand the words of the two black uncles.

In the beginning, Uncle Hei just talked about what happened in the town, but soon turned to his own side.

"The matter on our side has been exposed? Will they come to beat us after they beat the other side?"

"Impossible? Didn't Master Henry kill all the five people who broke in last time?"

When Ronan heard this, he knew he had found the right place.

The two were still talking, and one of them was very worried: "We killed so many people and roasted their fat to refine oil, will Master Henry kill us too?"

Another black man was simple-minded: "What are you afraid of, we are employees of the Obia Group, keep your mouth shut, it's fine."

The first one said again: "Have you heard? The oil we refine is sold to major cosmetics groups at high prices for high-end cosmetics, and the profit is higher than drugs!"

"I've also heard..."

While they were talking, Ronan quietly climbed up the stairs to the top of the building.

The two black men were still enjoying the town's fireworks display and didn't even notice that someone touched their backs.

Ronan was walking very fast, but his footsteps were so light that he didn't move. He punched a black man on the back of the head with his iron fist, and before the other black man could react, he grabbed his neck and put a Swiss army knife on the throat.

"Shut up!" Ronan warned.

Only then did the first black man collapse to the ground.

Seeing sweat on his forehead, the black man raised his hand consciously.

Ronan quickly asked, "What's your name?"

The black man could feel the coldness of the blade, and whispered, "Moya."

Ronan said: "Okay, Moya, I hope you can cooperate with me. I ask a question, and you answer a question."

"Don't care about my business, don't care about my business." Moya thought that something happened in the factory, his voice was not high, but he spoke very fast: "I really don't care about my business, I'm just a part-time worker. Whatever, I will do."

Ronan asked, "Does Master Henry have a giant chameleon?"

Moya's neck hurt slightly, and he quickly said: "There is a big reptile. It is hard to find when it is lying still. Its claws and tongue are very powerful, and it can kill people easily. I don't know if it is a giant chameleon..."

Ronan breathed a sigh of relief, he had a clear goal, and the rest was easy to say: "Where is Master Henry? Is that reptile following him?"

"The reptiles were domesticated by Master Henry, and they have been following Master Henry." The black man came here to make money, not to seek death, and kept talking: "Master Henry is in charge of oil refining, and usually stays in the refining workshop."

Ronan's knife approached again, and the black man immediately pointed to the largest workshop: "That's it."

"Don't kill me!" He was afraid that Ronan would do it: "I really didn't do anything, I never killed a person, usually I was on guard, or to supervise the unloading, they thought I was stupid, and never let me enter the workshop, participate Human oil refining..."

Ronan heard about it downstairs, so he asked again: "Where did the people who refine the oil come from? What do you do with the refined oil?"

The black said: "People were captured or bought from countries such as Venezuela and Colombia. The Colombian National Front and Venezuelan opposition forces have cooperated with the Obia Group to provide Obia with raw materials and obtain money."

This answer is not surprising to Ronan, many countries in South America are in social and political turmoil.

"Master Henry is in charge of oil refining, and all the refined oil is shipped to France." The black man continued: "Obia sells the oil at a high price to a cooperative cosmetics company as a part of raw materials for high-end cosmetics. It is said that such cosmetics will not hurt the skin , but also play a very good role in maintenance."

Ronan's knife pressed harder: "What else?"

"And... and..." In order to save his life, the black man used his brains to recall useful information: "The latest batch of goods was just loaded on the ship when it was dark and sent away. It is estimated that they have already boarded the seaplane and transferred to to Paris."

In the face of life and death, my mind has never been turned so fast: "Also, there are a few girls in the same cargo, all of whom are virgins, and they are sent to Europe to make perfume. caught..."

Ronan was very curious, what kind of perfume uses virgins as raw materials?But he was more concerned about his own affairs, and asked, "How many mercenaries are there? What is the firepower configuration?"

The black said: "There are more than 30 people, all with automatic rifles, distributed in key places in the factory and resort."

Ronan nodded, and there was another explosion from the town governor's mansion, and the flames rose higher, looking like the fuel depot exploded.

The Negro looked over town, too.

Ronan won't ask any more questions, and won't leave any troubles behind. These bastards who used people to refine oil will deserve death!

After piercing the black man's neck with a knife, and kicking another black man's neck, Ronan opened his vision, collected two soul fragments +1, found the USP pistol from the waists of the two black men, and then went downstairs.

Obviously, the two black men are mercenaries.

The factory area is not big, Ronan moved very fast, and under the cover of night, he came to the door of the largest workshop.

It is not an ordinary steel structure factory building, but is made of concrete. Obia Group obviously wants to operate here for a long time.

At the door of the workshop, two mercenaries were guarding, and their attention was also attracted by the movement from the town.

Ronan walked quickly from behind. Before the two mercenaries could react, he cut off their throats and neck arteries, and they could only lie on the ground and twitch.

Take out the card from a person's waist and swipe the card to open the door.

As soon as the iron door was opened, someone asked, "Arthur, you..."

Before he finished speaking, his throat was cold, and he made a strange rattling sound, trying to pull out the saber stuck in it, but he couldn't find the strength anymore.

Ronan walked over and saw that the mercenary had a military dagger on his waist, he pulled it out and held it in his hand.

The management of the workshop is quite strict, and there are changing rooms, shower rooms, air showers, and disinfection rooms when you go inside. Ronan didn't have much time to delay, so he broke in directly.

At the exit of the disinfection room, a manager realized something was wrong when he saw Ronan. Just as he was about to press the alarm button, Ronan stepped in front of him and pierced his throat with a dagger.

Just like dealing with the killers and horse boys of the drug cartel, since he knew what kind of business these people were doing, Ronan shot mercilessly.

Entering the official workshop, the scene in front of him made Ronan's feet unconsciously slow down.

The transparent tempered glass covers the huge electric oven. Inside the oven hangs headless corpses upside down. The corpses have all their internal organs removed, like roasted pigs, hanging there to roast at high temperature.

Drops of oil flow down and are collected in containers.

This is the so-called refining? !

Ronan asked himself how dark and dirty he had seen, and he couldn't stop being shocked at this moment.

Are these oils really sold by the Obia Group as industrial or commodity raw materials?

Ronan thought of Marx's famous quote about capital...

The evil of human nature can reach this level!

"I made it!" Ronan couldn't help swearing in his mother tongue. Even though he had seen countless darkness, experienced torture, and imagined the evil in the world, he was still burning with anger at this moment!

It has nothing to do with any interests, it has nothing to do with the promotion of strength, it has nothing to do with relatives and friends.

Just the most basic emotion and conscience as a person!

There were footsteps on the left, and Ronan took out the USP pistol he got from a black man and pointed it there.

A staff member in a white coat turned around from the other side of the oven, saw Ronan, and immediately said, "Why don't you wear work clothes..."

boom--

Ronan shot him in the head!

At this moment, Ronan no longer concealed his whereabouts.

He just wants to kill, to kill all these beasts!

Chapter 47

In the farthest part of the workshop, there is a closed laboratory, which belongs to Master Henry.

As the actual person in charge and technical director of the refining project, Master Henry is not satisfied with the status quo and has been devoting himself to developing new technologies.

Regardless of the liposuction used in the earliest days or the ovens of today's assembly line, he believes that there are flaws.

Assembly lines are not suitable for building high-end products.

High-end products start from the stage of raw material extraction to manual production.

For example, the relatively high-end and scarce raw materials can only be made by hand in order to highlight their style and respect their preciousness.

Young girls are such high-end and scarce raw materials.

A virgin, to be sent to Europe to be handed over to Master Grenouille to make perfume.

But in today's society, there are more and more non-virgins aged sixteen or seventeen. Master Henry believes that pushing these people onto the assembly line is a waste and a crime!

They must be given enough respect!

Therefore, at the latest stage, Master Henry decided to use the manual extraction process after communicating several times with the senior management of the Obia Group and the person in charge of Xiangmai cosmetics.

In the laboratory, candles made of all-natural insect pewter were lit by Master Henry himself.

Four assistants in overalls escorted the two girls into the laboratory.

These two are Anna's classmates Lena and Mickey.

Their mouths were sealed, and they were trembling, not knowing what kind of cruel fate they would face next.

There were five documents in front of Master Henry, and he took Anna and the other two girls aside. They were all virgins and had already been packed and shipped to Paris.

There was nothing special about Lena and Mickey's passports.

Master Henry saw that one of them had darker skin, so he tore off Lena's gag tape and asked, "Are there any black or mixed-race blacks among your relatives?"

However, in just half an afternoon, the girl had already started to tame her. Even though her body was shaking violently, she didn't dare to yell out loud. Instead, she whispered, "My grandma is of mixed race."

Master Henry frowned, with disgust on his face: "Take it away and send it to the workshop!"