Let You Walk Around The World, Not Let You Catch People And Pluck Wool

Far across the Atlantic.

Inside the magnificent building with the Raytheon logo.

In a conference room full of floor-to-ceiling glass.

A group of middle-aged men in suits and leather shoes sat around a long silver-white table.

"Two intelligence personnel from our subordinate department have just sent back news that they have discovered a military base of the fighting nation."

"And, it is about to enter the base."

"According to the news, this military base is likely to be a base for the urgent transfer of the fighting nation. As for whether there are more lethal weapons inside, it is not clear for the time being."

Following the news of Jim's return, a female assistant in an exquisite ol' outfit delivered the report.

People sitting at the conference table.

They began to discuss in twos and threes in low voices.

Since a while ago, many seabed detectors were inexplicably lost.

Their Raytheon company can be said to have suffered heavy losses.

especially……

Even a submarine was lost.

Although after some investigation, the things were probably taken away by Longguo.

But the problem is.

There is no way to ask.

Because, now many countries have their detectors in their hands inexplicably, and are researching them, and there are also countries that cooperate with their Raytheon company.

Just ask.

It's all like this, so why ask?

what?

Where did you buy this profiler from? It's pretty similar to what we made at home...

How much did Longguo sell it to you?

easy to use?

As soon as everyone thought of this embarrassing scene, they immediately held a meeting to make a decision.

For this matter, we must keep our mouths shut.

Otherwise, it is likely to affect their Raytheon company's status as the largest weapon and equipment manufacturer in the Eagle Sauce Country.

Profilers can be stolen.

In the future, how will you sell weapons to others?

There is no trust at all.

"The military base that was urgently transferred? Is there anything left in it?"

"Immediately ask these two intelligence personnel to check the report carefully, we are making a decision."

"If you can find the opponent's core technology, you will make a lot of money this time..."

meeting room.

Some people are excited, some people lack interest.

Everyone has different expressions.

It can be clearly seen that although they are all affiliated to Raytheon, there are not many people with the same philosophy.

Also, factions are evident.

"Continue to ask about the situation of the other party!"

A major shareholder at the top knocked on the table and growled in a low voice.

Everyone couldn't help but looked up, and looked at the female assistant again.

"This ass...is amazing."

but.

Everyone's eyes fell on the proud position of the female assistant at the same time.

Many people had intriguing smiles on their faces.

As the time goes.

"Ding!"

The receiver on the desk rang.

The female assistant quickly bent down to check, and through a series of complicated connection codes, she confirmed the identity of the other party.

Received the photo.

"God... this is... a missile? There are actually missiles in this unmanned military base?"

As soon as the words came out.

The faces of the people present all changed, and they stood up at the same time.

There was an expression of disbelief on his face.

how is this possible?

In the military bases that have been evacuated, why are missiles, a weapon with great lethality, left behind.

Could it be... the fighting nation is not afraid of someone stealing it?

You know, the fighting nation has a vast territory, and now it is the heavy snow season, as long as they can escape radar detection.

The missile can be easily transported away, even if it cannot be transported, the missile can be hidden in a no-man's land first.

It takes a lot of money to build a missile with huge lethality, even if it is a backward model.

And the most important point.

Don't worry about selling!

Those with a piece of cloth on their heads are especially willing to pay a high price to buy this kind of missile.

"Quick, then ask, carefully check the missile, whether it has the ability to launch, if it is abandoned, it will be of no value."

"If it's launchable... tsk tsk tsk..."

The words are not finished.

Everyone present was shocked.

If it can be launched, it is still at an abandoned military base.

Well worth the risk for the capitalists present.

At least there is a 300% profit margin.

In particular, it can be secretly transported back, and after the company's transformation, maybe it can be sold to those oil tycoons with a cloth on their heads.

The female assistant sat on the stool and sent another message.

subsequently.

In the silent conference room, everyone waited anxiously.

...

Inside the military base.

Su Mo was the first to come in.

Seeing a row of missiles several meters long in front of them, the two looked at each other, their minds went blank.

It is said that the fighting clan has thick lines.

Isn't that too rough?

Evacuate and evacuate.

Can such a big missile be forgotten?

It's scary.

"Brother, can this thing still work? Do you want to shoot one?"

Fatty touched a missile, buckling it here and smashing it there.

He glanced back at Su Mo.

"Just shoot it for you."

Su Mo replied angrily.

Carefully inspect the missiles in front of you.

Of course, a purely random check.

He is not a professional, and he doesn't understand missiles at all.

Just to see if there is any damage.

In his opinion.

No matter how unreliable the fighting nation is, they will not leave several such missiles here.

If nothing else.

These might be worthless discarded missiles that haven't had time to deal with them.

"Brother, I can't shoot anymore."

suddenly.

Fatty picked up a sign from the ground and glanced at it through the translator.

Immediately ran to Su Mo.

pointing at the sign

"Brother, don't read it, it's all written here, the shells of these missiles are left, and the explosives and launchers inside have been taken away. Can be happy."

"It's useless to both of us!"

Su Mo looked at the content on the sign, and fumbled to open the shell behind a missile.

He squinted and glanced inside.

really.

The fat man was right. Except for the heavy outer casing, everything inside the missile had been dismantled.

no value?

It took so much effort to get down, but it was worthless.

Moreover, there is the most deadly point.

Two foreigners are currently looking for materials in the base office.

Su Mo can remember very clearly.

The expressions on the two people's faces when they found the missile, the look in their eyes, they wished to put it on their own father, and launched it directly.

So excited.

I learned that the missiles can only be sold to junk collectors.

Can you bear it in your heart?

"Come here... Is there some sandbags in the place next to it, resist it, let's stuff it in."

Su Mo tugged Ah Pang, his eyes sparkled.

low voice

"Listen, now to a pair of confessions... No, to a pair of news, the name of the bomb is Trosky, Andre, Love, and Zong Daqin autonomously strike long-range missiles..."

"Are you stupid? We are now in Group Nine, so be more professional."

"You're going to sell the missiles, what are you laughing about? You have to sell the missiles to these two idiots... Do you understand? You ate half of our pig legs, so you can't pay for it? You will be like this for a while..."