Call of Duty: This big brother is okay, he really does something

Chapter Ninety-Three The Troubled World Sees the Truth, Sour Love!!

Sunset.

West Coast Vespucci Beach.

A luxury yacht slowly sails off into the distance in the envious eyes of tourists on the beach.

On deck, the yacht’s artificial healing pool grunts with warm blisters.

SC Johnson lay comfortably in the pool, his head resting on the side, listening to music in his ears.

The others lay in their chairs, talking and laughing as they watched the sunset toast and drink.

The little mute frowned, holding an electric razor in his hand, clutching SC Johnson’s head in distress.

She wanted to shave this product with a better hairstyle.

Ivan’s death was tragic.

Although he was wearing body armor, he could not resist the grenade exploding in his neck.

A shot of thunder shook his spine into more than a dozen pieces, and he died on the spot.

SC Johnson pressed on him to dodge most of the shock, only slightly shaking a little bit of visceral displacement.

The biggest loss is hair.

The fireworks rolled up the top of his head, making SC Johnson smell like a pig with pig hair plucked, so he had to shave his hair.

Only a layer of two millimeters of green whiskers remained on his head.

But the little mute was still biting his tongue, wondering if he should shave a pattern on the back of his head or something.

Sc Johnson closed his eyes, comfortably let the potion boil for himself, and let her toss and turn.

This woman is indeed terrible.

She finally told SC Johnson the truth.

Eagle Bear World War, who wins the most?

Arms dealers, of course.

Eagle and bear wars, other small countries of course have to take the opportunity to do something.

Especially the remnants of World War II.

Eagle Bear is a big guy, and there are many little brothers who dare not squeak under their hands.

Now that the big guys have personally played 16, they have no time to take care of the little brother.

Those people wanted to take this opportunity to do something.

So they need weapons, a lot of weapons.

The big countries are doing super big single business of billions and tens of billions of dollars in minutes.

But there will always be some small gaps in their hands.

Even if a little bread crumb falls into the hands of a person, it is a super huge amount.

Therefore, the little mute who does this in the arms business wants to take advantage of the opportunity to make a windfall, but the war will always have an end day.

At that time, these arms dealers who bought weapons at both ends were the first to be blacklisted for liquidation.

The little mute is very wise, and she is ready to take this opportunity to make a lot of money, but she also understands the risks.

She’s been looking for an opportunity to find herself a death-free gold medal.

So she raised a bunch of hackers like Maggie and Leicester in order to get some information from them.

Soon, SC Johnson’s presence allowed her to see an opportunity.

Ivan had in his hands the secret information that would make the Magnesium Guy scream.

Therefore, the magnesium guy did not dare to do anything to him, and could only let him shout.

So, when the little mute found out that SC Johnson was going to kill Ivan in a private name, she immediately had an idea in her mind.

Cryptographic algorithms and core code.

When these things are structured, it takes thousands of years of hard work to build them.

But once you’re done, launch or copy the code, and you only need a few people who know the technology to complete it.

The so-called switch is a security measure specially set up by the magnesium guys.

When force majeure occurs, such as war, the switchboards located in six locations across the country will operate.

At that time, all the core secrets of the Magnesium Nation will be transferred to the security vault by the switch.

Wall Street, health care, social insurance lists, power system data…

And everything that can be related to the network will be centralized and locked.

Ivan had previously worked at the Center for Information Security, and he naturally understood the stakes.

So he secretly built a switch for himself.

This is the reason why the magnesium guy did not dare to move him.

The little mute saw this opportunity.

She paid attention the moment she knew SC Johnson liked her.

She imitated Ivan and gave herself a ‘key’.

Now that Ivan is dead, she is the only one in charge of the switch data.

Then she copied most of the information to the server at her base and hid it.

FIB Hines was tricked, only got a bunch of junk data, and it won’t be long before he found out about it sooner or later.

However, the little mute gave the key to SC Johnson.

SC Johnson would take the key away from Lo San Du and hide the key to the 141 base or the Dragon Kingdom, anywhere.

Things are not in hand, even if the little mute is caught, the magnesium people can’t help her.

As long as she has an accident, even if she hurts a hair, SC Johnson can make the data public.

This is more dangerous than a warhead that falls on the head.

Maybe it’s the use of feelings.

Maybe she likes SC Johnson too.

But in short, she gave the key to SC Johnson, which was equivalent to giving him her life.

As long as SC Johnson does not betray, the little mute can safely do his arms business and there will be absolutely no accidents.

This evil woman, when she saw SC Johnson, thought of this whole plan at the first sight.

She’s only a year older than SC Johnson!

No wonder the ghosts always say that these ladies have a lot of thieves in their hearts, which is simply terrible.

Wash your hair in a bath.

Johnson held the mirror and looked at a small peach on the back of his head and wanted to smile.

“You really won’t come back to the base with me?”

“Or go to the Dragon Kingdom for a while.”

“These two places are the safest in the world right now.”

The little mute shook his head, gave SC Johnson a brain punch, and watched the sunset curl his long hair: “Have you ever thought about when you will retire?” No more fighting on the battlefield? ”

Johnson sipped his lips and thought, “The battle cannot be fought, and I have several enemies to deal with with with my own hands.” ”

“I’ll see later, I don’t think it will take a few years.”

“Of course, if you agree to marry me, I’ll turn in my resignation report right away.”

“Wouldn’t it be beautiful for us to go straight back to my hometown for a peaceful birthday?”

The little mute glanced at him and snorted, “Let’s chase after me first.” ”

Johnson’s eyes widened: “I leaned in, and I didn’t impress you with this operation for half a day?” ”

The little mute stared into his eyes, and the most beautiful Wan’er smiled: “The people who chase me can line up from here to the sky.” ”

“You’re still almost mean, your financial resources are not as good as mine, and your combat ability is also sparse, very poor.”

As he spoke, the little mute pinched his fingers again, and his words turned sharply: “However, you are better than others, so there is still hope.” ”

Sc Johnson snorted, “That’s it? You old ladies, there are so many farts. ”

Before he could finish speaking, he grinned and twisted his waist.

The little mute pinched his arm and pinched it.

The next day, at noon.

Los Santos International Airport.

The little mute shows off her super rich woman’s extravagant pomp and circumstance.

A convoy swung straight in and into one of the runways.

A Gulfstream airslide awaits takeoff.

Soap and ghosts waved at the others, leaving their contact details and boarding the plane.

This battle was fought ok, and the two sides cooperated well.

If they decide to retire at any time, the two will come to Lo Sheng Du to play with Trevor and finally say hello to SC Johnson, and the three will leave, ready to go to Lester to ask about gold.

The little mute pursed his mouth and watched from a distance with his hands behind his back as SC Johnson stepped onto the plane.

The ghost and soap stared at Johnson: “Let’s say hello to people and say goodbye.” ”

Sc Johnson shook his head: “Don’t go, I can’t resist thinking about staying after looking at her.” ”

The ghost gave him a blank look, “Nothing.” ”

“Less nonsense, how much money did you make on this trip?”

“Millions of dollars, it’s a huge amount of money, the old guy knows to regret not coming.”

“Now I can afford Cullinan, I’ll get one when I get back and let you show off to me all day long.”

Johnson snorted, looked up at the little mute who was still looking out the window, and smiled.

“Cullinan is a fart.”

“Now dude I have fifteen rides, in a few days I will be transported, you will cry.”

Hearing this, Soap and the ghost glanced at each other: “Sleeper, she sent you that car?” ”

SC Johnson was overwhelmed: “That’s it, buddy, I’m very attractive.” ”

As he spoke, the captain slowly closed the hatch and announced the takeoff.

The engine of the aircraft spun up and slowly slid to accelerate.

Sc Johnson finally took a deep look at the little dumb man outside the window, and then turned his head that he really couldn’t stand it, and he almost wanted to stay.

And the little mute is also a very principled woman, she wants to continue to complete her career.

The plane then took off, leaving everything on the ground behind.

The little mute looked up to see the plane go away, sniffed the sky for a while, and got into the car slightly lonely and left.

Johnson stared at a hard disk in his hand and asked the two, “I really don’t understand this woman.” ”

“I’m also a man who wants to fight, and I don’t know when I’ll die.”

“She gave it to me and told me not to tell her where she was hiding.”

“Less than 72 hours after meeting, she trusted me so much?”

The ghost laughed, “See the truth in the chaotic world, I told you, I admit this younger sister.” ”

Soap grinned and patted Sc Johnson on the shoulder: “Considering that I have also made a lot of extra money, so I also admit this younger sister.” ”

“Work hard, boy, we still have a lot of things to deal with.”

Two two two.

[The branch line is finished.] 】

never write a side line again, it’s so hard!

I don’t know if this plot can be watched, but I finished it anyway.

Readers give some comments, ah, this plot can get into your eyes.

If you don’t like to read it, you won’t write it in the future, specializing in the main line.

If you think it’s OKAY, write it later, plan the plot well, and ask for a wave of flowers to start returning to the main plot tomorrow…