"Yes, boss, I'll arrange it right away."
Fatty Cheng waved his hand, instructing his two subordinates to quickly settle the crew members who had just disembarked from the plane, while he led Lin Dong to a Hummer.
"Boss, please get in the car. The late-night snack has been prepared. It's all natural ingredients from the sea and farms."
Lin Dong nodded and followed Fatty Cheng into the third Hummer.
A long convoy of Hummers, like a string of bright lanterns, sped along the farm's woodland paths.
It's nearly two kilometers from the temporary airport to the farm accommodation area.
At the speed of the Hummer, it only took 5 minutes to get there.
Lin Dong turned off his Sky Eye, which he had been keeping on, once the convoy entered a farmhouse consisting of dozens of brick and tile bungalows.
Putting aside the tight security arrangements in the accommodation area, just this short two-kilometer stretch of road...
Lin Dong spotted no fewer than 30 visible and hidden sentry posts, as well as 5 extremely well-hidden sniping positions.
This shows that this fat man named Cheng Ye has a high level of military knowledge.
This guy looks kind, but he might be a ruthless killer who doesn't blink an eye.
Lin Dong sighed inwardly:
Indeed, among those who can get into the Black Face, which one is a good person?
Madmen and warmongers like Lanso are a dime a dozen in the Blackface organization.
One who stays near vermilion gets stained red, and one who stays near ink gets stained black.
With the addition of black powder, even the softest heart can harden, and even the whitest hands can turn black.
......
The late-night snack prepared by the farm was indeed plentiful.
Besides chicken congee, bok choy, steamed lobster, stir-fried crab with ginger and scallions, salt and pepper mushrooms, fried eggs, and stir-fried noodles...
There are also all kinds of pastries and red wine.
Fatty Cheng went to great lengths to welcome Boss Lin.
His flattery skills rival those of another chubby guy, Ma Baorong.
After a long and tiring journey, it was a rare treat to sit down and satisfy his hunger, so Lin Dong enjoyed his late-night snack quite heartily.
He kept Fatty Cheng by his side the whole time, constantly asking about Black Face's recent work progress and important intelligence in Paris.
An hour later, the late-night snack was almost over.
At this time of year, several major Western countries are probably in an uproar.
But Lin Dong didn't take it too seriously.
The Upper Seine Air Base was merely a pawn he casually acquired; his true objective lay elsewhere.
After a whole night of tossing and turning, it's time to go back to my room, take a shower, and get some sleep.
Lin Dong yawned and was about to get up when the satellite phone in his suit pocket rang.
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