In a military stronghold, a phone that shouldn't have rang began vibrating.
Commons walked into the bathroom with a cold face. Looking at the phone call from his biological daughter, his brows became heavier.
It was indeed inconvenient for him to answer the phone at this time. After he hung up, a considerate text message came to him.
"Father, Pete said your business partner was in a car accident and he can't contact you."
After reading the text message, Commons adjusted his clothes in front of the bathroom mirror and loosened his tie, as if something was suffocating him.
Pete was making drugs, and the fact that his nephew could think of contacting him in this way showed that something had happened in prison.
After much thought, he denied the possibility of an accident in the prison. It was no exaggeration to say that the prison he personally managed was as solid as a rock.
Then there are only two possibilities for the accident. One is that there was an abnormality in the drug refining, and the other is that something went wrong in Dannifer in northern Myanmar.
Overall, it is most likely that something will happen in northern Myanmar, because I am currently cleaning up Danny's mess.
"Looks like I still have a lot of sh*t to clean up!" Commons muttered, then tugged at his tie, finally freeing his breath.
Looking at the mirror in the bathroom, Commons supported himself on the table with both hands. After looking at each other for a few seconds, he washed his hands with tap water, and then crossed his fingers to comb his hair.
If a woman is successful, she wears less than anyone else.
If a man is doing well in his life, his hair will fall back.
Commons is a man who pays great attention to his image.
The more tense the moment, the more he cares.
When Commons returned to the room, he changed his decadent state, and the senior military officials in the room were stimulated by his state.
The open collar, the playful smile, the wet hair, all show his rebelliousness.
Commons sat down again and chose to sit behind someone. Directly in front of him sat a middle-aged man in a suit and tie with a white face and no beard.
This person has sharp eyes and the ability to see through everything. What's even more bizarre is that he rarely blinks.
When looking into his eyes, people who lack courage will feel three points shorter.
This person was one of Commons's backers, a senator from the United Empire. The ability to lease military weapons was due to his guarantee.
Glancing at Commons behind the senator, the leading three-star general in the room chose to ignore him. He looked at the senator with deep eyes and reminded him:
"Mr. Senator, weapons worth 500 million U.S. dollars have gone missing in northern Myanmar. Should we pay for it or ask the President to order an investigation? It's time for a definite answer."
"There's no need to trouble Mr. President. We will have a lot of cooperation in the future. Constantine will make up for the 500 million loss for you." The senator said in a relaxed tone, pointing at Commons.
Constantine is the name that Commons uses externally.
Hearing this, Commons smiled and said to the Samsung general, "General, my money didn't come from the wind. I'll take 300 million of the 500 million Union Currency first, and I'll ask for a small favor for the remaining 200 million."
Hey~ General Samsung said, "You, a small arms dealer, dare to bargain with me."
If it weren't for the money, the three-star general would have made sure that Constantine would never return.
Smiling calmly, the three-star general was quite skilled at cultivating his Qi. He signaled Constance to continue with his eyes, and then said, "Tell me, what can I do for you?"
"Please lend me a computer. My people are in trouble in northern Myanmar and I want to know their situation." Commons stated his request.
Upon hearing this, the senator frowned and tilted his head to stare at Commons.
Before coming, he had reminded Commons that he should learn to smile and control his bad temper when dealing with the military. Unexpectedly, he didn't listen to a word he said and even bargained with the military. Doesn't he know whose territory this is?
Facing the senator's direct gaze, Commons gave him a reassuring look, and then looked at the three-star general who was in the lead.
Taking out a cigar from his bosom, the three-star general looked at Constance with his scorching eyes, as if he wanted to see through him.
"General, can you lend me your computer? I'll give you ten boxes of Cohiba cigars." Commons said with a polite smile.
Ten boxes? Upon hearing this number, General Sanxing was clearly moved. If it weren't for his solid Qi cultivation skills, he would have been exposed by now.
Cohiba cigars, 40 cigars per box, have a market price of 100,000 Union Coins per box and are considered luxury goods.
"Get him a computer," General Samsung ordered.
Soon a soldier came in with a laptop.
After taking the computer, Commons didn't waste any time and quickly started connecting to the Internet.
He tapped his fingers quickly, and an encrypted access page opened. After entering the URL and real-time password, he had to enter the verification code within 30 seconds.
After entering the verification code sent via SMS, he took over the real-time video of Danifer in about half a minute. Due to the equipment problem, he could not make a voice call.
The battlefield was filled with smoke. From Danny's perspective, the first thing that came into view was the vast area of white smoke.
Danny looked seriously injured, with blood still oozing from the broken palm. He was wearing a tattered biohazard suit and was cursing while directing the battle.
"Fool, don't let the enemy get close. Fight back desperately. The warden will save us."
In the video, Danny keeps encouraging his team members. The new enemy is hiding in the dark and it is obvious that the opponent wants to capture them alive.
"Boss, we don't have many drones left." A prison guard said in panic.
"Boss, we don't have many smoke bombs left." Someone else followed suit.
"Boss, the enemy has reinforcements."
With a shout for reinforcement, everyone looked at the prison guard who had spoken, only to see that he was holding an infrared device with a grim expression on his face.
Due to the influence of smoke bombs, the vision of both sides is obstructed, and infrared equipment is one of the means of reconnaissance.
Following the infrared device, a leading military Humvee armored vehicle rumbled over and stopped steadily a few hundred meters away.
Behind the Hummer armored vehicle was an ordinary rented military truck. Within just over ten seconds, nearly a hundred people got out of the truck.
At the critical moment, Secretary Wang finally arrived with the Wolf Fang special forces.
His appearance obviously stimulated Danny and his group.
"Boss, what should we do?" The prison guards all looked at Danny and asked.
"Fuck! Don't fire yet, ask them what they want to do." Danny changed his usual ferocious behavior.
From the perspective of the prison guards, when Danny was in charge of Cell No. 79, he always solved problems with violence. This is the first time that a situation like today's proactive ceasefire has occurred.
"Put down your weapons and surrender immediately!" Secretary Wang, dressed in military uniform, shouted with a loudspeaker in his hand.
"Friends from China, why do you want to hurt us? Is there any misunderstanding here?" The prison guard in charge of the conversation looked confused. He was forced out to negotiate by Danny.
If the enemy had not been slow to kill him, he would never have come out to negotiate.
"Who is your boss? Let him talk to me." Secretary Wang didn't care about trivial matters and spoke directly.
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