New York, Fifth Avenue.
The major executives of the Baoxin overseas group sat in rows, Chen Xiaju sat at the head and listened to the executives report on the company's status, Chen Sanjin is now basically in a state of semi-decentralization, except for the overall direction of the Baoxin department is grasped by him, the entire huge business empire has basically been handed over Chen Xia was given to take care of it, so half of her time was flying around and half of the time was dealing with group affairs.
"Click" Chen Xia turned the pen in his hand and looked down to listen to the report of a certain vice president below, when the pen in his hand suddenly fell on the table, and suddenly there was silence in the conference room.
Chen Xia stroked her chest with her hands, her face turned pale, and just now for a moment, she suddenly had a feeling of palpitations, and her heart twisted and hurt.
Seeing this, the assistant in the back hurriedly stepped forward and asked in a low voice, "Mr.
Chen, what's wrong?"
” Chen Xia frowned and shook his head, although the feeling of palpitations after taking two breaths had disappeared, people were a little inexplicably irritable.
At this time, the morning in New York is eleven o'clock at midnight in China!
"I'm sorry, you can discuss it on your own first when you go out" Chen Xia took the mobile phone from the assistant's hand and walked out of the conference room quickly, in the corridor she first called her family one by one, from Chen Sanjin to Wang Linzhu and Chen Dong There are a few people she thinks are more important to her.
As long as people have some kind of inexplicable feeling, this feeling is also called the sixth sense, this sixth sense is a very complex thing you can't explain what it is, but it often makes people inexplicably judge certain things, and these things happen are also extreme Accurate.
Chen Xia had palpitations and irritability for no reason, and her most direct feeling was that there were people around her who she cared about very much and seemed to have an accident, so she called a few people one by one who she felt was the most important to her, but there was no problem with these people after contacting them.
Chen Xia held the phone and continued to wrinkle her brows, when she wanted to return to the conference room, she still had a phone call that she hadn't called, but this person was also the one she thought would not be the most problematic.
After a little hesitation, Chen Xia still called Xiang Que in the end, and after a few minutes, he called three times and kept prompting that he could not get through, and after thinking about it, Chen Xia called Wang Xuanzhen again, and the result was the same.
Standing at the door of the conference room, Chen Xia put his hand in his pocket and pondered for a while before contacting Yang Fei'er.
"Xia'er, what's the matter with me so late, shouldn't you be in the United States now" Yang Fei'er's voice on the phone was a little lazy, as if she was woken up by the phone.
"Well, it's still in the United States, is Phil Fat by your side?"
"No, he went to the capital with Xiang Que the day before yesterday, and I'm still at home."
"Oh······ The two of them are together" Chen Xia paused, and then asked, "Have you called him on the phone?"
"I hit him once yesterday, but I haven't done it today, if you want to say that, then I have to educate him, I haven't reported my ideological work today, and I owe it to clean up."
"He and Xiang Que can't be contacted now," Chen Xia suddenly interjected.
Yang Fei'er sat up all of a sudden and asked, "Sister Chen Xia, what do you mean?"
"I've called the two of them and they haven't been able to get through" "This, maybe there may be no electricity, the signal is not good or something," Yang Fei'er said very reasonably.
Chen Xia's expression paused for a moment in a bit of confusion, the irritability in her heart had not disappeared, and she then continued: "Okay, you contact Wang Fatzi first, and I will deal with the matter here."
"Squeak" Chen Xia hung up the phone and pushed open the door of the conference room, walked in and said directly to the waiting executives: "This meeting is over here, you can handle it yourself······ Tell me to go down and prepare the plane, I want to go home."
Distant exotic land, Iraq.
A dilapidated pickup truck, with a Gatling heavy machine gun on the back compartment, two people sitting next to it chatting with cigarettes in their mouths, there are also three people sitting in the car, the co-pilot is holding an AK47 in his hand, the driver is wearing a stern face Wearing uniform green camouflage clothes, some blood stains have dried up, the pickup truck is covered with dense bullet holes, and it looks miserable, as if it is about to fall apart at any moment, and the car is driving on a broken road.
Twenty minutes later, the pickup truck drove into a rudimentary base, the car stopped in front of a wooden building, and the door opened with a "bang", and all four people jumped out.
"Xiaoliang, you and Zhang Xiaolong, let's go back to rest, I'll go up and report the situation," the person who got down from the driver's seat commanded, then turned around and walked into the wooden building.
Outside a room on the second floor, Wang Kunlun knocked on the door and walked in, and with a "snap", he stood straight and saluted a standard military salute to a foreign man in his forties sitting on a rattan chair opposite: "Report" "Wang Kunlun, are you back?"
The typical European man sitting on the chair didn't expect to speak quite fluently as an ordinary man, he got up and patted him on the shoulder and smiled: "Returning triumphantly, it should be quite smooth to see your state" "Annihilation, a small group of fifteen rebel soldiers, the weapons and equipment are too rudimentary, there is no challenge," Wang Kunlun said calmly.
"That's your own ability, since you came to Syria to join us, your record has been quite brilliant, you have never made a mistake in the mission, and your performance is no worse than those professional soldiers, you will rest for a few days after this mission, and we will have action again after a week A few months ago, Wang Kunlun, Xiaoliang, Decheng, Zhang Xiaolong, and Gao Gao Yong left China, traveled all the way from Thailand to Iraq to join a mercenary organization, which was hired by the Iraqi government to help them eliminate all the rebel troops, and since then the five of them I lived the days of being at war.
This is the path that Wang Kunlun set for himself to kill the gods, this road will definitely not be able to go in China, if you want to go, you have to go to those places that are in the midst of war.
Iraq is undoubtedly the most suitable for the chaos of war.
Coming out of the building, Wang Kunlun walked towards the residence with a cigarette in his mouth, and many mercenaries in the base greeted Wang Kunlun along the way, even if they didn't understand the language, they nodded and smiled, this is a kind of respect from the battlefield, regardless of race, gender, it is very unique among comrades-in-arms of affection.
Wang Kunlun and Xiao Liangzi are respected, because of the few battles after they joined the mercenary organization, in these few missions, the five people have always charged forward every time, extremely strong, although they are not professional soldiers, but their combat quality is not at all inferior to those orthodox soldiers The soldiers are poor, and there has never been a mistake in the execution of the mission.
On the battlefield, a reliable comrade-in-arms will undoubtedly save your life at some times, and your teammates will naturally put your life at risk.
Undoubtedly, Wang Kunlun's five-person team belongs to the reassuring former, and respect comes from here.