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Chapter 251 One shot into the soul

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    "Yes, sir, you should know that Zhuang's character is cautious. He will not send this thing without certain results." Liszt said seriously after hearing this.

    Lindemann nodded slightly, and then asked: "Is there any problem with the technology here?"

    Liszt smiled confidently: "No problem at all!"

    "Well, haha, a certain southern African country. They are used to being unique. I believe that this kind of unique thing suits their tastes."

    Lindemann said as he pulled off his very uncomfortable tie. The waiter behind him who was helping to push the wheelchair saw him and reminded him carefully: "Sir, you have to go to a party later"

    "I'm going to TM's party. I'm the vice-president of the Veterans Association and the chairman of the board of directors of H Company. I'm not an arms dealer who buys and resells. They have to ask me for their requests." Before he finished speaking, Lindemann pulled off his tie entirely, and then  He loosened the button around his neck and breathed a sigh of relief. He tilted his head and said to the waiter, "Tell them that I'm not feeling well and won't go."

    After dismissing the waiter, Lindemann looked at Liszt again and ordered with the unique wisdom of a veteran: "You can use your imagination to the maximum and use this thing to create a variety of attack methods, well just  According to my idea, you will catch them personally and ask Zhuang to immediately send two, noeight drone platforms like this, and I will put on a fireworks show in two weeks."

    "Okay, sir, I'll do it right away!" Lister nodded, then picked up his bag and left Lindemann's residence in New York.

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    ??In a desert in central Colorado, on an interstate highway across the United States, a black Chevrolet station wagon passed through the dim next door at high speed, leaving a roar.

    Plunkett looked out the window at the endless wilderness scenery. His sharp face couldn't help showing a rare warmth, and then he couldn't help but said to Weisberg beside him: "To be honest, this place reminds me of the Northern Cape."  Dun, nowhere is it like here, the desert with high sky and vast clouds makes me feel like I'm home."

    Weisberg, who was squinting at the side, shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly: "The problem is that there is no gold here, so it is destined to be only sand."

    After saying that, he straightened up, sighed, and complained to Plunkett: "But it's okay. After seeing Company H's performance demonstration, we can go home. To be honest, the air in the United States is worse than that in South Africa."  It¡¯s too far away, and even Angola is a hundred times fresher than here. Even if there¡¯s a lot of war, I feel it¡¯s more pure than here!¡±

    Plunkett, who was still a bit of a literary youth, his face fell when he heard this. They should have returned to South Africa half a month ago, whether it was to participate in the civil war on the Angolan front line or in Cape Town.  It is much better to enjoy the rare holiday sunshine on the coast than to stay in a place like the United States where people are chasing fame and wealth.

    But just before they set off, they suddenly received a notice from an American non-governmental organization that was secretly assisting them, hoping that they could stay in the United States for two more weeks. The reason was that Company H had developed a new weapon and was preparing to provide it to them in two weeks.  exhibit.

    ¡°If they were informed by other departments, Plunkett and Weisberg would probably not even pay attention. As descendants of the Boers who once dared to challenge the British Empire, they do not lack the courage to confront the superpowers.

    ¡°Otherwise, when they heard that the Soviet Union was lurking behind the scenes, stirring up the situation in Angola, and preparing to expand its presence in southern Africa, the South African authorities would plunge in without even thinking, and face the other pole of the world head-on without compromise.

    ??????????????? However, people in Gang are inevitably short-mouthed and short-handed in taking others.

    South Africa does not lack courage, but due to its limited national strength, it is difficult to confront the Angolan tribal armed forces supported by the Soviet Union. Unfortunately, South Africa is subject to international arms embargo sanctions due to its domestic ethnic policies, which makes South Africa even more incapable of intervening in the Angolan civil war.

    At this time, a certain American non-governmental organization came on the scene. As a non-governmental organization, they bypassed sanctions and secretly provided South Africa with funds, weapons and even advanced technology support, thus allowing South Africa to quickly stabilize its decline in Angola.

    Because of this, Plunkett and Weisberg can ignore others, but they cannot ignore the few foreign aid providers in South Africa. Even if this makes two pure Boers very uncomfortable, they still stay without conscience.  .

    It¡¯s just that the perception of the instigator, Company H, is really bad to the extreme.

    This is true even for the young and optimistic Plunkett, so after listening to Weisberg's words, he lowered his face and said rudely: "I swear, even if they bring out the atomic bomb, I will  I wouldn¡¯t buy it with intention, although it is American money, but I have never seen such a despicable company.¡±

    "Don't worry"??h company is relying on Lindemann's influence. Didn't the American NGO say that as long as we stay and take a look, it's up to us to decide whether to buy or not. They just want to pay Lindemann back.  It's just a favor, but the old man's connections are really scary.  "

    "What? Are you scared?" After hearing this, Plunkett turned his head and looked at Weisberg.

    "Afraid?" Weisberg showed a rare smile, but he looked a little cold: "I once led the Angolan Alliance Army to kill two battalions of the tribal army, with more than 400 casualties. Would I be afraid of an old man?

    Besides, didn¡¯t the Mike you bribed before say that what Company H is doing is just a flashy gimmick called the poor man¡¯s missile? My dear Mr. Pravitt, the Republic of South Africa has its own military industry, and we have no shortage of production.  Compared with weapons and equipment, we need technology more. What do you think we will choose?  "

    "Fortunately, Company H can't hear us, otherwise they would be mad." Pravit smiled happily.

    Weisberg nodded: "Even if they can't hear it, they will feel it later. I really don't know how such an arrogant and arrogant company survives until now?"

    "Okay, stop talking, we are almost there Huh? What is that? A tank? It's an M48. What does that mean? Don't they want to give up and want to collect these second-hand equipment that the US military has eliminated from us?" Pu Pu  Lavitt was about to enter the shooting range set up by Company H here, so he quickly stopped Weisberg from complaining. After all, he had to pretend to be polite and enthusiastic when they met later.

    But before he finished speaking, he noticed a moving tank outside the car, and he couldn't help but make a surprised guess.

    Hearing this, Weisberg took off his sunglasses and stood up, looked at it for a moment and shook his head: "No!" Then he pointed to the sky: "Look, the aircraft on the tank."

    When Pravit looked up, he realized that there was indeed a triangular weird aircraft directly above the moving M48 tank, which was circling around the M48 tank. Just when Pravit was about to ask the driver to stop, he wanted to use a telescope to take a closer look.  At that moment, the hovering aircraft suddenly dived and pounced head-down vertically on the top armor of the M48 tank.

    Just hearing a "boom~~" explosion, a burst of black smoke rose from the still-moving M48 tank. Pravitt and Weisberg were scared to death. At this moment, a loudspeaker came from behind: "  Dear gentlemen, what I just showed you is the exclusive skill of the attacker drone - one shot into the soul!"

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