Seeing that she refused to say anything, Davidson probably guessed that it was because the address had to be kept secret.
As a military-industrial group second only to those major countries, Grobe has been thriving in recent years, almost monopolizing all underground markets in the world. It is the only group in the underworld that does not traffic drugs. This has also laid the foundation for Grobe to step out of the gray area and onto the international stage.
The moment the MR-20 fighter jet was unveiled four years ago, it was targeted by many governments, and the M government even wanted to swallow up the group in one fell swoop.
But this young grobe leader had already thought about the threats and risks he would face if he stepped out into the public eye.
Therefore, a few years ago, it secretly signed strategic cooperation agreements with Southeast Asian and Middle Eastern countries, persuaded these governments to invest, sold advanced weapons to them, and found a big tree for itself to enjoy the shade.
If Country M wants to take action against the Grobe Group, it will affect the interests of multiple countries, and annexation will simply not work.
So the M government changed its strategy and tried to poach Grobe's core technical team. However, the astute Evelyn had already thought of this. The locations of Grobe's factories around the world were kept secret from the beginning.
Except for the factory workers, no one knew where Grobe's address was. The M government sent agents to look for her several times, but they were all killed by her mercenaries.
I heard that there are nearly a thousand mercenary organizations under her command, some of which are openly earning bounties, and there are countless private armed soldiers.
How can one not be feared by a genius who has both foresight and courage?
Davidson picked up the Macallan bottle worth over two million yuan on the table, poured three glasses, and pushed two of them in front of Tang Xili and Yong Zhixu. Then he stood up and raised the glass in his hand. "Since Evelyn is so sincere, I wish us a happy cooperation."
"It's a pleasure working with you." Tang Xili stood up, smiled, put the wine glass to her lips, and raised it symbolically, but did not actually drink it.
After Davidson took a sip, she put the glass on the table and glanced at Yong Zhixu.
Yong Zhixu understood what he meant, and when he put down the wine glass, he supported his elbow and groaned as if inadvertently.
The voice was loud and the expression was painful. Davidson subconsciously asked, "What's wrong with Mr. Yong?"
Yong Zhixu took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves, and examined the wound wrapped in gauze. He forced a smile and said, "It's nothing. The gauze got stuck in the wound and it hurts a little. Mr. Dupont, do you have a medicine box here?"
Davidson looked at the bandage wrapped around his arm and the bloodstains on his shirt, and thought of the Ferrari that was damaged by the bullet, and his curiosity grew even more intense.
"Maria." He called out to the outside, and a black maid came in. "Mr. Dupont, what can I do for you?"
"Send Dr. Stephen over with the medical kit."
"Yes, Mr. Dupont."
After a while, a middle-aged man with brown hair, silver eyes, and a clean jacket came in carrying a medicine box.
"Re-bandage this gentleman's wound." Davidson ordered Stephen.
Stephen nodded, walked to Yong Zhixu, opened the medicine box, took out medical scissors, cut the gauze, and carefully removed the gauze stuck to the wound.
Davidson looked at the rather large wound and asked with concern, "Mr. Yong, how did you get injured?"
Hearing this, Yong Zhixu showed a helpless expression, "To be honest with you, Mr. Dupont, I'm being hunted."
"Hunted?" Davidson had just noticed it, so he wasn't surprised to hear it, just a little surprised. "Mr. Yong is not from Country M, who would be hunting you here?"
Yong Zhixu sighed, looking like he was speechless.
"Two years ago, I had a business dispute with Max Morgan, and he sent many mercenaries to kill me. Two years later, I thought everything was over. Unexpectedly... if it weren't for Evelyn, I would have lost my life in Country M..."
As the words fell, Tang Xili's eyes darkened, "So those people are assassins sent by the Morgan family..."
She took a deep breath, her face darkening. "You blind thing, you even dare to touch my people."
The woman exuded a strong murderous aura, giving people the impression that she would not let the Morgan family go.
However, he didn't continue the topic. As if to hide his anger, he deliberately smiled and said to Davidson, "Mr. DuPont specifically chose the venue on the yacht. I guess he has other plans, right?"
Davidson nodded and gave Yong Zhixu a meaningful look. "There's a fireworks show on Roosevelt Island tonight. I just found out about it this morning. I think you young people would enjoy it. I just don't know if Evelyn has time."
Tang Xili smiled appropriately, "Mr. Dupont is thoughtful."
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As night falls, the last rays of sunset are submerged in the horizon.
Stars appeared in the sky, and lights were bright in Manhattan and Brooklyn on both sides of the river. The bustling buildings stood in clusters, like pillars rising into the sky. The flowing light and phantoms were reflected on the water, magnificent and brilliant.
The bridge in the distance looks like a sleeping giant snake, perched above the water, and it is magnificent as the lights hanging from it change.
Tang Xili stood on the front deck of the bow, leaning on the observation railing, looking at Roosevelt Island right in front of her.
There are many luxury yachts around, and laughter can be heard faintly. Between the light and shadow, the shore is crowded with people, all waiting for the fireworks show.
The wind was strong at night, blowing up Tang Xili's hair and clothes. It was the beginning of winter, and the air became cold at night.
A suit jacket was put on her by a pair of elegant hands. The man pinched the collar of the suit, folded it left and right, and wrapped the woman's slender body tightly in it.
"Let's go back to the cabin. The wind is strong."
The wind whistled in her ears. Tang Xili turned around and looked at the man who not only threw the suit on her but also wrapped her tightly by pinching the buttons with his hands.
She smiled: "It's not that cold."
Yong Zhixu looked at her. Under the light, the tip of the girl's nose was red and the skin on her face was as white as frost and snow. He held her hand again, and it was as cold as ice.
"Your hands are about to freeze off, yet you still say you're not cold." The man grabbed her hands, unbuttoned her shirt, and placed her cold hands on his warm chest to warm them.
Tang Xili was amused by his behavior, "This is very strange. If someone doesn't know, they would think I'm being rude to you."
"It's not considered as being a hooligan to your boyfriend."
Just as she finished speaking, Claire's voice came from not far away, "So proactive? Evelyn, Evelyn, I didn't expect you to be this kind of Evelyn..."
Jill, who was standing by, shushed her, "Keep your voice down! Don't let Evelyn hear you, or she'll get you shot."
"Bang--" Two streaks of fire shot up into the sky, and two huge fan-shaped fireworks with a diameter of several hundred meters bloomed in the air at this time.
Cheers were heard all around and the fireworks show began.
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