Global monopoly of technology

Lipia, Misurata port.

A western-looking soldier walked toward an American Hummer, came to the window and knocked, "Boss, the ship is here."

Gross got out of the car and looked towards the port. A huge freighter had already called at the port. The ship would stop here for a day and then leave. The final destination was to arrive in Western Europe. It was a merchant ship.

Gross, who regained his gaze, snapped his fingers, waved his hand, and dozens of heavy-duty trucks drove into the unloading dock mightily.

For a moment, Gross opened the major communication channels: "All units pay attention and stay alert."

At the same time, someone in a private house in the distance is focusing on the freight terminal with a telescope. Horizon Security has dispatched more than 300 people this time, which has attracted the attention of many forces.

This almost brought together all the members of Horizon Security's generation in North Africa.

Everyone knows that Horizon Security is a modern version of the "Guardian". The ability to dispatch so many people shows that the goods escorted this time must be invaluable.

Naturally, it also caused the coveting of many forces.

At this moment, a total of 83 containers were unloaded from the cargo ship, and one heavy truck was assigned to one standard container. Without exception, there were dozens of tons of cash in US dollars.

Three of the containers are full of physical gold, totaling 73 tons of physical gold.

Everyone present, except Bionic Man No. 8 Gross knows what is in the cargo box.

Heavy truck transport vehicles carried the containers out of the freight terminal, and everything was advancing safely and steadily.

But just as the 67th container was towed to the transport truck, the crane operator's error caused the lid container to tip over and hit the ground heavily. This was a lot of fun.

"Boss, something has happened."

Gross received the news and went straight to the scene. At this moment, all the people present were staring at the gold bricks scattered on the tail hatch of the container. Unfortunately, the container was loaded with physical gold.

There is also a small portion of US dollar bills in cash, but a small portion is relatively speaking. In fact, there are several tons of cash, all of which are 100 yuan bills. A little more than one ton is 100 million US dollars.

At this moment, a liaison officer sent by the local warlord stood on Gross's left, his eyes stubbornly lowered on the gold dollar bills, and his heart was beating wildly.

Could it be that all these cargo boxes are...

boom--!

The sound of a gunshot suddenly awakened everyone in the port. Several mercenary members here subconsciously followed the prestige. The picture they saw was that Gross's hand was rushing to the liaison officer sent by the local warlord. The head of the liaison officer had been opened by a bullet.

He fell to the ground.

"Control the port, all units are ready to fight. Any intruder will be killed directly and the transfer will continue." Gross had a cold and decisive face. He put away his guns and left here calmly and decisively, heading towards his Hummer. .

At the same time, all the mercenaries reacted, and they moved quickly.

Within fifteen minutes, all the local warlords in the port were captured or killed, and the entire port was controlled.

"Where to go? If you want to survive, immediately load the remaining containers." A mercenary quickly rushed to the crane control room at the dock and pointed the gun directly at the operator inside.

"Don't kill me, I'll do it, please don't kill me." The operator shivered in fright, and honestly returned to the driver's seat, and started unloading tremblingly.

At the same time, some people in the private house in the distance immediately called out after seeing the picture of gold dollar bills scattered on the ground.

The nearby forces soon began to gather troops to rush towards this side, this is the temptation to the gold dollar bills in the container, almost no resistance.

...

Gross came to his Hummer, his face was expressionless, even the adjutant next to him was a bit vacant. This was his personality.

I saw Gross set up a unique signal transmitter, and then sat in the Hummer. He said nothing, but the signal in his mind had already been sent out through the transmitter.

Fortunately, a preliminary plan has been made. This batch of goods is too expensive.

There were trucks parked along the way back to the branch camp. There was nothing else in the carriage. It was the swarm drone produced by Lyle Binary. After receiving the order, the personnel here immediately went to the back of the car and opened the door. The slide rail is automatically extended.

I saw a drone taking off to the sky...

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Port of Misurata.

The rebels were all killed, and those who gave up resistance were tied up and watched.

About two hours later, the remaining containers were finally unloaded, and all the gold and dollar bills scattered around were recovered.

Gross did not have any souvenirs. Under his order, more than 300 people boarded the car, and more than 100 convoys consisting of heavy trucks, military transport vehicles and Hummers were drawn into a long queue and left the meter in a mighty manner. Surata port.

The dust and sand rising up on the desert is magnificent.

At the front of the team, Gross was in the co-pilot position of one of the Hummer military vehicles. He didn't say a word, and his whole person was extremely calm. For the people under his hands, he was used to the calm and calm of his boss.

They didn't know that Gross, as a bionic person, could not be in a hurry, and would not be angry or panic, even if it showed it, it was pretending.

But it also awes the people below.

An hour and a half later, a voice came from the public frequency communication channel: "Boss, the picture from the unmanned reconnaissance aircraft shows that there are a large number of enemies approaching. The identity is unknown, but there should be several groups of people."

Obviously, the news here has spread, and some nearby forces rushed here as soon as a shark smelled the smell of blood.

There were nearly four to five thousand people visually.

Gross said calmly: "All units pay attention, move forward at full speed, leave them alone, there will be things to clean them up."

The convoy continued to move forward. At the same time, many people appeared on the front and on both sides of the road, shouting all over the sky, basically all AKs in their hands.

Da da da--!

Suddenly, the surrounding forces, those holding AKs, no matter whether they had enough firing range or not, suddenly, suddenly, the AK pressure gun in the emoji pack was found on the scene, and some shot directly into the sky.

The formation was quite bluffing, but the mercenaries of the convoy were very calm, and did not panic because the number of opponents was more than ten times with their own. They were just preparing to fight. The snipers in the team were already in place and looking for the boss.

"Chong Chong Chong, Chong ah, a cart full of gold, a cart full of dollar bills!!"

"Wow~~"

In the desert, thousands of people came to completely outflank, and there were some off-road vehicles galloping in the crowd.

These people have no idea that more than two thousand swarm drones with air-to-surface missiles hovered over their heads, just when they were close to the convoy about 2 kilometers...

The whole scene of terrain has appeared in Gross's "consciousness". When his "mind" is moved, the brain chip sends instructions to be transmitted through the transmitter. In the group of drones hovering above the sky, more than 300 drones are unmanned. After receiving the instructions, the aircraft will launch the missiles immediately after the lock is completed based on the coordinate information they received.

More than 300 tongues of flames appeared in the sky, and the various forces on the ground, those old buddies holding AKs saw the sudden appearance of the sky, and subconsciously slowed the pace of the charge.

But they only had three seconds to hesitate.

The next scene is...justice from heaven.

"Oh, Sh*t..."

A mercenary in a certain Hummer in the convoy was shocked when he saw the sight outside. In this round of air-to-ground attacks, one-third of the enemy was basically gone.

Another mercenary sitting next to him said in a daze: "When I was in the Marine Corps, I participated in the sea bend war, and I had never enjoyed such an explosive air support."

"Hey, times have changed, man. Enjoy this high-tech violent aesthetic."

These mercenaries who have been licking their swords have long been numb to the outside scene. In this land, they will either kill the enemy or be killed by the enemy.

This scene also had a deterrent effect on these mercenaries. They realized the disparity between their own thin power and large institutions. The treatment of Horizon far exceeded the industry level, and it was just a matter of honesty and generous treatment. With such strong air support, the survival rate has also greatly increased.

The mercenaries live a life of licking the blade, but it doesn't mean that they are really not afraid of death. Everyone wants to live and live better.

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