BXBX NOVEL Chapter 461 - Episode 13 We Hit The Jackpot!
Chapter 461: Chapter 43 Episode 13 We Hit The Jackpot!
It depicts a Somali pirate racing through the Gulf of Aden with a high-performance engine attached to a wooden boat the size of a palm. In the past, a gazelle would sortie out and grind a few cannons to clean things up. The good thing about the sea is that it doesn’t require any post-processing. The good times quickly deteriorated with the intervention of various human rights groups. Artillery is prohibited, and unless you are a current offender, you can no longer shoot. What could have been a simple task turned into a headache. When the sinking crossed the water, and the pirate climbed the ladder on the ship, permission to fire was granted. Eventually, the burden of being pushed out by helicopter or chased by a high-speed boat was burdened. In the midst of a gunfight, subordinates are often injured. What kind of dog shit is this! People often commit the folly of equating ethics, justice, and right. A pirate is a predator who neglects the human rights and property of others. The hostages kidnapped by them are chained and thrown into a barn until the ransom is paid. A company that is hit by a tanker suffers huge financial losses. Human rights should be protected, but should we protect the rights of robbers and thieves? – no. The answer came from the handset. Of course, this is not an answer to your question. The stress accumulated by the pirates overlapped with the current situation. “Nimi Giotto, then what?” Paul messed up. Anyone who has ever played billiards at lunch knows that. When the opponent’s cue ball is in the gansei position at the three-cushion closing chance, the heat rises. Especially when I get a call from my wife or company, I feel bad. Paul, who was interrupted by a chance to have a proper drink with a friend he hadn’t seen in a long time, was no different. – I did not hear the reason for the return. “Oh my god, wait a minute.” Paul looked back at the pair. class is bully If the boss is black, he must be black. “How about coming back?” The pair held out their hands. Paul smirked and handed the handset. If your rank is a thug, you can call a stronger thug. “Identifier?” “342-563!”
The pair pressed the identification number and pressed the unique number of the special military incident. The identification number is a password given to the unit receiving the military command, and the unique number is a password assigned to the person who can activate the military command. The 13th Reign Etrangere Regiment stationed in Djibouti can issue military orders by the President, the Minister of Defense, the 11th Airborne Brigade commander, and special military advisors. Ironically, Lt. Gen. Dimanche, commander of the Legon Etrangée, has no military command. The French Embassy in Damascus, A Chaq Juch Sippy Sappene. (Tomorrow, the sun will rise tomorrow.) The incident embarrasses the DGSE and senior officials of the Ministry of National Defense. The stupid Sergeant Sako Ribéry and his guards who touched the heart of the Black Mamba almost lost their lives. No country in the world is without an army. The attribute of a group called the army produces a lot of crap. If you lift the stencil, quack pain occurs again. The military is a place where a decent guy turns into a nerd overnight. There is no way to stop the progress of the unit, even if the command from the superior is issued a hundred times. DGSE, having been thinking about it, created an identification code and a unique number system to create a backdoor communication system that connects directly to the commander. – Arlo! Cé Coronell Vinchamp.
A muffled voice mixed with nasal sounds jumped across the room and tapped the eardrums. ‘Did this person eat butter all day?’ Because of the pronunciation of the nasal sounds of koong, bang, and chon, the French soldiers felt that it was wrong to overwhelm the enemy with their tongues. “This is a special military advisory. Captain Jean-Paul is with his main building.” -Yeah, I know. That’s it. Stir… Colonel Vinxiang hesitated. “Colonel, Captain Paul is supporting me. Calling Captain Paul is a sign that someone wants to see me, right? Did the VIP come down?” -Yes, Director-General Bonifas has arrived.
As the matchless spearheaded the pinnacle, Colonel Vinchamp bluntly confided that everything went well. The corners of the pair’s lips slowly rose. Vinchamp, who was urged by Bonifas, must have been heartbroken. Life is the same everywhere. When a whale fights, a shrimp’s back is bound to burst. “I like the sunset on the Djibouti beach. I will watch the sunset and enter. tell the general manager I am at Lak Assal Lake. If you are really busy, tell them to come to Salt Lake. Or bring a bottle of wine and tell me to come to my house.” – Special advisor, that~Crackled- The incomparable mercilessly put down the handset. The answer is that he is supposed to dig a well. A person who abuses a weak person is a bad person, but a person who is strong and strong can be abused even more. In the face of oil spills, the allowance is a penny. If Bonifas complains, he is about to make a big donation to help the needy. “Nimi Giotto, you’re a good guy with balls.”
Paul grumbled. The DGSE Director General is a power in power. Black Mamba is the only person who can tell Bonifas, who flew from Paris to Djibouti, to wait or come and take care of it. The award doesn’t work that hard either. “Wow! The puppies were huge.” Bellman sighed. In America, he is the man who calls the CIA director to come. He’s a White House owner or a possible force. ‘Damn, why did the surfund come? no way?’ The pair felt uncomfortable. Boniface’s only request is to come to see him from Paris to Djibouti. Director-General Bonifas is responsible for foreign territories and intelligence. The weight is different from that of Operations Manager Bonifas. He can’t get away easily. ‘Is this human going to pull out mulberry teeth!’ There were wrinkles on the pair of brows. “Hey Black, what mustard-chewed face in the yard raining flowers from the sky?” “Oh, it’s nothing. Where are you now?” The matchless asked Bellman. To train Novatopia artillery, there is no talented person like him. “The child returned to his hometown, Anhui. Hong Kong’s gangster spots are closed. I think Houing’s surgery is an excuse. Hong Kong is a hundred times better for organ transplant surgery. There’s no reason to deliberately go to mainland China, where medicine is underdeveloped. I think he lied to Paul.”
“That’s it. As long as the donor is ready, you can have surgery at Samu. I can arrange that.” Paul’s remarks covered the matchless face.
“I got in trouble. Zhang is a guy who can’t live on debt. He’s the one who mistook himself for the storyteller in the novel. He must have gone to kill the son of a party official who drove Ho Wu Ying into his car.”
Bellman and Paul’s eyes widened at the pair’s words. “What, that kid drank foreign troops water and his liver swelled up. China is a communist country, so surveillance by public security and soldiers is severe, so what can you do? Damn you, can’t you say a word for help? Paul jumped.” “I have strong self-esteem. He’s not the kind of guy who’ll drag his friends into his own revenge. Bellman, can you understand the situation?” “Well, even if the CIA doesn’t know the autonomous provinces on the outskirts or the provinces adjacent to Hong Kong and Taiwan, it’s difficult to work with Humints inland. The vulgar surveillance and accusation systems typical of communism are tightly woven together. Foreigners are classified as an enemy, and locals cannot be trusted. They tell lies like they eat.” “Hey, I heard that you got involved with these guys in Ituri. You idiot!” The pair sighed. I had an ominous feeling that sooner or later I would get involved with these guys. China is a terrible country with an official population of 1.2 billion and an unofficial population of 1.5 billion. “Don’t worry too much. It’s a stinky strain called crocodile tendon that’s tough. Even while being chased by Frolinat, he took the guerrillas’ pistols, daggers, amulets, and trinkets and auctioned them off to his retirement village seniors. He’s not the kind of guy who’s going to do something to his own loss.” “Actually, he’s a particularly stingy guy even in his fifties. He’s going to sell everything except black for money.” Paul giggled. Paul and Bellman comforted him, but Musou was not at ease. “But why are you looking for Zhang’s whereabouts all of a sudden?” “Novatopia is growing rapidly. It is time to train our own army. I was going to try not to interfere if possible, but the heredity has kept me busy.” “Actually, Bomber Horse is the best artillery instructor. Shall I resign? Just feed me.” Paul’s eyes twinkled. Life as a mercenary was slowly getting boring. I was also tired of being a stalker chasing pirates in the salty sea breeze every day. “no. It’s not time for you to move yet. When the time is right, you have to take all the mercenaries with you. I want to go to Novatopia, too, but I’m risking the accusation of selling death to provide information.” Bellmen stopped Paul. “Wait, who is the head of foreign operations in Langley?” “It’s Adam, the Duchess. I’ve only seen him once, but I don’t know his real name. He is a white man in his early fifties, medium stature and bald.”
“Who is the officer in charge of the intelligence satellite and reconnaissance aircraft?” “If there was no job transfer, it would be Matilda. She’s a white woman in her mid-30s and I’ve never seen her face. She knows nothing about her other than her slender beauty and rumors that she spreads her crotch well. Need more information?”
“Okay. She only needs to know her code name.”
Bellman is a human being who is willing to take risks and help him. He can get additional information through the DGSE information department, but he doesn’t want to burden his old friends.
“Why are they suddenly looking for you?” “I have a feeling that we will meet soon.” Bellman’s face darkened. He also ate Spy Bob for 10 years. He knows better than anyone the unreasonable operations of the CIA and DIA. The Black Mamba is France’s best hidden trick. The Americas and France are the only countries that operate overseas territories and are willing to use force in international conflicts. At some point, the two sides are bound to collide. If you put France and America on the scales, it leans toward America, but if you put Black and America on the scales, it leans toward black. Black is a friend, boss and lifesaver. Paul patted Bellman on the shoulder.
“Don’t worry about unnecessary things. We are a black culture.”
Bellman nodded his head. At that one word, the uneasiness flew away. “Gogo! Let’s go get a drink.” Two jeeps bounced off salt particles and headed for the hotel. The silhouette of a strong man was reflected in the window of the suite on the 7th floor of the Palace Kempinski Hotel. After taking a shower, the pair is holding a wine glass. There is a 13th Regiment Recreation Center right next door, which is as good as a hotel, but I stayed at the hotel because I didn’t want to flirt with a sweaty male. His calculation is not his own anyway. A comfortable rest is yours and the calculation is yours to DGSE.
There are two types of humans in the world. There are people who work to death and pay taxes, and people who live on taxes. There is no life that sucks more honey than enjoying life without spending my own money. This is the reason why humans who have tasted power do not want to lose power by any means. Paul and Bellman, who had been drinking all night long, went back to comfort with three cups of ciacarello. It was because I received a communication that the surfund was arriving soon. The two are in their 40s who have lived a bumpy life up and down. I was well aware of the fact that I can’t see good results if I get caught up in the meeting between the surfund and the Black Mamba. The pair sat on the windowsill of the veranda and looked down at the Black Strait. [Did you eat?] – [The wind is so good] – [It was very difficult] – [I know without saying it] – [How about a cup of coffee?] – [All difficult things are just a passing wind] – [All difficult moments] – [It will flow] – [I love you] These words are the posture of passing by. About 30 oil tankers with flashing lights caught my eye. Tankers entering and leaving the Bav el Mandev Strait always maintain that number. Between 30 and 50 million barrels of oil and natural gas exit the strait every day. There are 86 countries in the world that produce oil. It is not a small number, but unfortunately Korea is not included. Since the 20th century, when oil emerged as the main energy and basic industrial material, half of international disputes have been caused by oil. I don’t know who came up with the name of the Devil’s Black Tears, but the nickname Black Mamba is as fitting as the nickname. “Because I am Korean, has Korea become an oil-producing country?” The matchless muttered while sipping Sia Carello. Oil is not just a resource. power and power A straw-legged villager, who was angry at the few villages that had been neglected by his uncle, happened to get a huge piece of land and even oil. Cinderella, no, Edmond Dante’s in the dark is exactly who she is. The Marshals of Edmond d’Anthes were Fernand Mondego, No. 2, Danglare, and Gerard de Vilfort, No. 3. Who is his own foe? It is contained in the Silver Wonrok. He pulled out a small notebook held by a spring from his backpack. The poor quality notebook had the cover torn and crumbling and the inside faded to yellow. How much resentment did you have when you were a child, you might have named it Eunwonrok. (Grace is tenfold, revenge is one hundredfold] Now lint has risen and laughter came out at the invisible phrase. Vengeance is ten times more than repaying a favor. It was narrow and not fair. I read the first chapter. The word ‘Mom’ written in front filled my eyes. Among the 15 names listed after that, the names alive without a cross mark are Pil-nyeo Jang, In-bo Park, Hwa-ja Park, Dal-su Kim, Jang-su-su, and Kang-cheol Lee. The crossed-out name has been erased from his memory.