I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 327: Login Panu

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The night fades.

Although they experienced a sudden change during the day, by this point, most Panu people have also fallen asleep.

Johnny still stayed in his villa, curled up in his basement, leaning on a cold wooden chair, pouring his treasures in a cup.

There are 82 years of Lafite and 86 years of Margaux ... six months ago, these things were things that he dare not think about. Big hemp in Los Angeles is very expensive, but if compared with these "bloods of high society", it is still worse than a little bit.

The basement is sultry, but he is shaking.

Not because of cold, but because of the chill rising from the bottom of my heart.

He asked the mercenaries to keep the villa, even if it was a fly.

He can read those eyes, he knows that those guys who take money to do things think he is crazy. But he doesn't care, he has money, he just wants to live ...

Honestly, even he did n’t know why he was so afraid of the guy who was far from Los Angeles, or the guy behind Roberts. Although this villa, the deposits in the bank card, these are indeed in his hands, but he is not at all safe at the moment.

To ask why, he always feels that one hand is controlling it.

Include yourself as a mischievous tycoon, including the ever-expanding dictatorship president, including officials corrupted by US dollars ...

It also includes the more than one hundred dead bodies that died outside the villa.

He was pouring red wine frantically.

The sweetness and sourness between the throats are like the oilmark of the banknotes, and the color is like the blood of the virgin ...

Lying beside him are four bodies with white flowers, but he does n’t have much energy to play with them now. Even fingers are sore.

"shit!" scolded fiercely, and he threw away the glass in his hand.

Slap —

The glass broke.

He stared deadly at the bright red beach, burping wine drunkenly.

"Damn it."

He speaks Chinese in this sentence. Some crappy is the Chinese he learned from Wang Tianfeng not long ago.

Wang Tianfeng came to him just now, and the bodyguard told him.

The Linhua Group was introduced by Roberts. Wang Tianfeng was the representative of the Linhua Group, and he could not believe it.

He was shaking, his instinct told him that someone wanted to kill him, someone wanted him to die!

He does n’t want to die, he wants to continue to play the role of this rich man. He can do prestige and blessing on anyone's head without hesitation, whether it is the neighbor's wife or daughter, as long as he is fancy, for the sake of US dollars, Edward will settle for him.

However, the last phone call from Roberts completely awoke him.

Yeah, he is just a scumbag in the slums. He is a worthless Irishman. The reason he has all this is because someone needs him to disturb the backwaters.

Leave? Going to pension in Western Australia? Go to hell, how could it be promised!

He hung up on Roberts ’phone and broke the calling card.

There was a glare in his eyes, and he stared at the basement door.

"Come on, let me see, what the **** are you doing with TMD!"

......

In the evening of the following day, at the southern end of Coro Island.

An old freight ship quietly sailed into the inaccessible harbour.

The inside of the port is very deserted, and no figure is visible. After all, what happened yesterday, most of the residents of Coro Island were immersed in panic and sorrow. The vast majority of people chose to take leave to reduce travel the next day.

The ship is steady on the shore.

There are more than fifty vigorous figures walking down the ship in an orderly manner.

This ship is from West Africa and crosses half of the earth.

Standing side by side with Ivan on the high ground beside the port, Jiang Chen narrowed his eyes and watched the soldiers loyal to him land.

"These fifty people are the most capable guys. When they were training in Niger, they played against the guerrillas of the Tuareg tribe. But really, don't you really need to bring your equipment?" Yi Wan Xiangjiang Chen asked.

“No,‘ our arms ’has already been shipped to the warehouse.” Jiang Chen replied succinctly.

Ivan gave Jiang Chen a surprised look.

The arms had been shipped into the warehouse, and he didn't even notice it. The boss's supernatural power refreshed his knowledge once again.

"When did the action begin?" Ivan asked briefly.

"You can start when you are ready."

After hearing this, Ivan's mouth raised a slightly cruel grin.

"Then it ’s better now."

Jiang Chen smiled and threw the key of Warehouse No. 3 into Ivan's hand.

"Well, it's yours."

Jian Chen, Jiang Chen turned away.

Watching Jiang Chen's back, Ivan Lizheng silently performed a military salute.

......

Including the fifteen people who arrived earlier, the number of mercenaries of the future security company that has landed in the Panu Islands has reached 65, which is almost equivalent to half the combat strength of the future security company.

There are no armored vehicles and no tanks.

But Jiang Chen prepared higher-end gadgets for them-mechanical exoskeletons, and drones.

Before returning to the present world, Jiang Chen almost moved the mechanical exoskeleton stored in the fish bone base to a vacant position, and even moved to the present side even after he just walked off the production line. Wang Qing was very surprised about this. I don't know what Jiang Chen wanted to do to transport all these things to the villa.

But Jiang Chen will not explain it to her.

Opening the container in warehouse No. 3, Ivan greeted the captain of a squad and distributed each mechanical exoskeleton to the soldiers of the respective squad. At the training base in Niger, Jiang Chen left two sets of mechanical exoskeletons. The people present practiced using this gadget, so there were no obstacles when wearing it.

Wearing a mechanical exoskeleton inlaid with polyethylene bulletproof plates, and holding a streamlined ripper rifle, a team of quite sci-fi soldiers walked out of the warehouse.

Sixty-four people will be divided into eight teams to perform combat missions under the command of Ivan. All combat commands will be deployed through the tablet terminal in Ivan ’s hands, and will be immediately fed back to each team leader ’s tactical helmet.

Eight modified vans are the only vehicles used to store ammunition and drone control terminals.

In addition to the eight infantry squads, fifty hummingbird drones participated in the battle. In the modern world where there are no small-scale EMP weapons, such a slap attack drone has no natural enemies.

This is destined to be an asymmetric war, just as the government army crushed the anti-government army yesterday.

It took only a total of ten minutes from armed to lined up and set off.

Standing at the door of the warehouse, Zhang Ya looked at the dust raised by the eight breads quietly for a long time.

When Ivan, who was Jiang Chen ’s bodyguard, began to command these mercenaries, he had already guessed the identity of the mercenaries.

Going to Zhang Yaping's side, Jiang Chen said with a smile, "I'm glad you made the right choice."

"Really? Perhaps the worst choice is also inaccurate." Zhang Yaping said to himself.

"It depends on your angle of view," Jiang Chen said softly.

"Oh?"

"Imagine. Until today, you are still a group of underground party members who have been hunted down by government forces. After today, I will take you to the throne." Jiang Chen opened his arms exaggeratedly , Smiling.

"However, this so-called" throne "is just your puppet, am I right?" Zhang Yaping smiled bitterly.

Jiang Chen smiled happily when he saw him so acquainted.

Staring at the prospective president ’s eyes playfully, he said.

"Yes. But without me, you are not even puppets." (To be continued.)