Chapter 77 Tactical Nuclear Warhead
Zhao Ziyang rushed back to the base and did not find Angel. He kicked open Seth's door and lifted him to the computer with one hand, asking him to locate Angel immediately.
"Special Forces soldier, can you be gentler?" Seth patted Zhao Ziyang's hand. Seeing Zhao Ziyang's face full of wounds, he couldn't help but laugh: "Hahaha, special forces soldier, you got beaten. It seems that you didn't serve Captain Angel well. Is your function not working? Hahaha..."
With a "slap", Zhao Ziyang slapped Seth hard and shouted angrily: "Asshole, find Angel for me quickly, or I will tear you to pieces and feed you to the wolves."
Seth blinked in confusion, touched his slapped head and said puzzledly: "Special Forces, what's wrong with you? Captain Angel went to the Egyptian base, didn't she tell you? Are you..."
Seth couldn't help laughing again. Zhao Ziyang must have been beaten by Angel because of his current miserable appearance. Otherwise, who could have done anything to him? It must be because of his incompetence that Angel got angry, so she beat him up.
Alas, Oriental people are just not good enough, they lack the ability.
After hearing Seth's words, Zhao Ziyang breathed a sigh of relief and no longer paid attention to what this guy meant.
"It's okay." Zhao Ziyang turned around and was about to go out.
"Hey, wait a minute." Seth called Zhao Ziyang and pulled him aside mysteriously. After looking around, he whispered to him, "Special Forces soldier, do you want to do a business deal?"
Seth basically handles the business of lurkers. He has built a special website for lurkers. Some customers will contact him through the website to post employment tasks, and then Seth will screen them and find some tasks to give to the team leader. After the team leader confirms to take it, he will collect the deposit and start the task.
With Seth around, lurkers no longer have to look for missions from mercenary brokers and be exploited. You have to know that for each mission, a 5% to 15% commission will be paid to the broker as an information fee. These guys are mercenaries, but their interpersonal network is unmatched by anyone.
"What business?" Zhao Ziyang asked Seth, touching his sore nose.
"Come on, follow me."
Seth pulled Zhao Ziyang to the computer and opened a picture for Zhao Ziyang to look at.
"What is this?" Zhao Ziyang saw six round warheads imprisoned on a carrier. From the size and texture of these warheads, he could easily feel the powerful energy contained in the warheads.
"Bulava tactical nuclear warheads, six in total, great stuff!" Seth patted his computer and continued to whisper to Zhao Ziyang: "These are American nuclear warheads, and they are not easy to make."
When Zhao Ziyang heard Seth say that this was a nuclear warhead, he couldn't help but gasp.
"Didn't Gaddafi ask us to find nuclear warheads? Then we can grab this batch of nuclear warheads and give them to him, so as to settle the account." Seth said easily, completely ignoring Zhao Ziyang's changed face.
"I have thoroughly investigated and found out that this deal was being sold by a high-ranking military officer in the US military. We can definitely get involved, steal the money and then the nuclear warheads and give them to Gaddafi. I think this deal is worth doing."
"Shit, are you crazy? This is going to kill us!"
Nuclear warheads are the things that mercenaries must not touch. Once they come into contact with them, they will be hunted down by all countries until they are all killed.
"Special forces, there's nothing to be afraid of. They're just a few abandoned nuclear warheads that the US military is preparing to destroy. There won't be any problem." Seth still looked relaxed. It can be seen that this guy is a obsessed character.
Zhao Ziyang frowned, and suddenly he thought of a question, a question that could help them rise quickly.
"Seth, who else did you tell about the nuclear warhead?"
"No." Seth said to Zhao Ziyang affirmatively: "I said, special forces soldier, do you think the genius Seth's head is full of shit? I can only tell you this kind of thing. My mouth is very tight."
"Are you sure?" Zhao Ziyang asked Seth.
"Don't worry." Seth patted his chest and assured Zhao Ziyang: "Each nuclear warhead has its own specific password. I can cut off the connection between the nuclear warhead and the White House, erase all the information on it and replace it with our password. Then I can hand the nuclear warhead to Gaddafi. No matter when, these six nuclear warheads will be under our control and will become our trump card for self-protection."
Zhao Ziyang paced back and forth in the room with a frown on his face, thinking about the feasibility of this matter. Mastering nuclear warheads could bring about fatal disasters, but isn't it also a means of self-protection and deterrence?
A crazy idea took root in Zhao Ziyang's heart and grew rapidly. He suddenly felt excited, just like the excitement of playing Russian roulette.
"Boss, we have to get the tactical satellites fixed before that, otherwise it will be difficult to control the nuclear warheads."
"No problem!" Zhao Ziyang nodded heavily, his eyes full of crazy flames.
When these two lunatics met, they burst out with crazy thoughts that were difficult for humans to stop. They immediately sat down to study the feasibility of the matter, and worked out a rough action plan until late at night. Of course, Deputy Head Pandora also got involved. She was not too crazy, just a pervert.
Zhao Ziyang returned to his room, lay on the bed, lit a cigarette, and thought about what benefits the nuclear warhead could bring them.
At present, Gaddafi's attitude towards the sleeper fighters has gradually become clear. Most of them were pushed by the first lady Shafit. But why did Shafit help him? This is a question that is hard to figure out. Is there any trap?
As he thought about it, Zhao Ziyang felt an inexplicable irritation in his heart, which made his breathing a little uncomfortable. With this indescribable irritation, he clearly saw his skin gradually turn red, and the temperature of his whole body began to rise. In the end, he even felt like he was being burned.
This feeling is the same as when I swallowed the leaf, but it is much lighter and the body can completely withstand it.
Zhao Ziyang quietly watched the abnormalities in his body without acting rashly. At least until now he knew that the differences in his body would not do him any harm. Or was this another so-called evolution?
A very strange thought came to Zhao Ziyang's alarm clock. He felt ridiculous. How could this be evolution? It should be more like a disease.
After about half an hour, the heat in the body subsided, and dried blood scars on the face fell off. The wounds were completely healed, leaving only faint white spots where the scars were.
Touching his face, Zhao Ziyang smiled. His cell regeneration ability was stronger than before, and his skin was better. In Chinese, he was called a "little white face" or "little boy", and he looked very young.
No longer paying attention to his body, Zhao Ziyang fell asleep. He hadn't had a good rest for a long time, so he took advantage of the free time to recuperate. The battle could come at any time, and there was only one thing to do in his free time: adjust.
This is the life of a mercenary, and the melody of life is fighting.
The next morning, after learning that Angel had indeed arrived at the Egyptian military base, Zhao Ziyang was relieved. Angel needed to adjust her mood, and perhaps it would be a good idea to go to Egypt to relax. He would talk to her when she calmed down.
However, thinking of Angel's two times of running away, Zhao Ziyang could only smile bitterly. Angel should be the boss of the Lurker Mercenary Group. As the leader, she was just using him like a mule by running away at any time.
Fortunately, Zhao Ziyang has become accustomed to his current role. There is no big difference between the days with a team leader and the days without a team leader, and he still has to do everything.
"Special forces, hehehe..." Linghu's voice came, and he walked towards Zhao Ziyang with his hands behind his back and a smile on his face.
After seeing the spirit fox, Zhao Ziyang's mind was confused again. He hadn't figured out how to deal with the relationship between himself, Angel and the spirit fox.
"One, two, one! One, two, one! One, two, three, four!"
"one two three four!"
The sound of running numbers came from the base, and Pandora led the mercenaries to do morning exercises.
Mercenaries will also maintain maintenance training when they Like the troops, they have to do morning exercises every day, two to three hours of physical training every day, and spend the rest of the time doing tactical research and training.
They are also soldiers, and as long as they are soldiers, they need strict discipline. Daily training is an important means to maintain their discipline.
"Are you here to draw blood again?" Zhao Ziyang very tactfully stretched out his right arm towards Linghu, waiting for her to draw blood.
Habit becomes nature, and the fox spirit will not take the initiative to look for him without drawing blood.
"I'm not here to draw blood. I'm here to bring you breakfast." Linghu opened her eyes beautifully and seriously. Her golden hair fluttered gently in the morning breeze. She looked extremely beautiful.
As she spoke, the fox spirit stretched out her hand in front of Zhao Ziyang, with a small, delicate cake in her left hand and a cup of hot milk in her right hand. After handing the cake and the ox brain to Zhao Ziyang, the girl took out a boiled egg from her pocket and peeled the egg for Zhao Ziyang.
Zhao Ziyang didn't hesitate and ate the breakfast prepared by Linghu in a few bites, then stood up and closed the door.
"Linghu, Angel knows about our affairs." Zhao Ziyang told Linghu about their affairs frankly and naturally.
For some reason, he had no reservations when talking about this to Linghu. Perhaps it was because Linghu was very open about the relationship between them.
"Hmm?" Linghu was startled, with a curious expression on his face, and asked in a low voice: "Special Forces, is Little Angel delicious?"
This question made Zhao Ziyang depressed. He didn't know what Linghu was thinking. Anyway, as far as he knew, a woman's first time was very important. If she didn't love the other person deeply, she would never give her first time to the other person.
"Don't you think it's inappropriate to ask this?" Zhao Ziyang asked Linghu.
"There's nothing wrong with it." Linghu rubbed her nose cutely, blinked her eyes and said to Zhao Ziyang: "Special Forces, you are such an idiot, how can you tell Angel about this? You will affect the relationship between me and little Angel!"
"But I can't lie to her, can I?" Zhao Ziyang felt even more helpless facing the way Linghu spoke.
"Won't you forget?" The fox stretched out his finger and tapped Zhao Ziyang's head, curling his lips and saying, "I just borrowed some sperm from you. I really don't know what you think about every day."
Zhao Ziyang's face darkened, and he didn't know how to tell Linghu again. To this crazy scientist, everything she did was for her own research, and losing her virginity had nothing to do with her.
"I'm telling you, you'd better not drag me into you and Angel. I'm very busy and have many experiments to conduct. Just stretch out your arm."
Zhao Ziyang, who really didn't know what to say, stretched out his arm, ready to have his blood drawn by the spirit fox.
With a "swish", a scalpel appeared in Linghu's hand, and she swung the knife to cut the muscles on Zhao Ziyang's arm.
"What are you going to do?" Zhao Ziyang was shocked and quickly pulled his arm back.
"What a fuss!" Linghu pouted, playing with the scalpel in his hand, and said with a flattering smile: "Special Forces, how about you lend me a piece of meat for a few days?"
Instead of drawing blood, they are borrowing flesh? !
Zhao Ziyang felt like banging his head against the wall and committing suicide. Meeting the fox spirit was the greatest misfortune in his life.
"Just one piece, okay..." Linghu pouted and acted coquettishly towards Zhao Ziyang, rubbing her plump breasts against Zhao Ziyang's body.
The faint fragrance reached Zhao Ziyang's nostrils, reminding him of the madness with the fox spirit that day and the bloodstains on the bed sheets, so much so that he could not refuse this excessive request.
Seeing that Zhao Ziyang acquiesced, Linghu raised his knife and cut off a thumb-sized piece of muscle from Zhao Ziyang's arm and put it in a sterile box.
"Special Forces, you're so nice, boo..." Linghu happily put away the box and kissed Zhao Ziyang, patted his shoulder and stood up and said: "By the way, I'm afraid I'll have to borrow sperm from you again. You drank last time, and I was afraid it would affect the genetic inheritance of the test subject, so I took contraceptive measures. Well... I will compensate you for this, let's do this for now."
After finishing speaking, Linghu left Zhao Ziyang, who had a dazed look on his face, and walked towards his laboratory with ease and grace, without any awkwardness or inappropriateness.
Zhao Ziyang, who was standing there in a daze, was going crazy: Test subject?! Damn it, the fox spirit actually called his own child a test subject! Damn...!
