Just over the sea where the two of them were walking, wasn’t there a huge submarine quietly hiding in the cracks in the mountain? If one could add a guy who knows submarine knowledge to his team, would it work at some point?

It is not necessary to add Brolin to the family shareholders, but at least he is a guy with professional knowledge, and his flight and driving skills are enough to win over.

So next Barker increased his weight: "Okay, I can invest in your company, provide you with interest-free loans, help you repay your debts, buy a few more planes, and still belong to your company, share some shares and be mainly responsible for my transportation business. How about it?"

The independent Swedes were obviously tempted: "How much can you provide?"

Buck is rich and powerful: "How much do you need?"

Brolin was simply angry: "I was blown up just now. This Viking DHC-6 is worth $3 million! The brand new one has just flown for three months! It can hold 22 passengers. Do you think my future is very beautiful?! I hope to load more than 10,000 passengers a year and use it for more than twenty years! These yellow-skinned monkeys were blown up by me!" No wonder he just took the risk and threw a gasoline barrel down to retaliate. Thinking about whoever was blown up the pillar of making money with three million dollars was so angry.

The key is that the militants used a local bomb worth dozens of dollars, which was so annoying!

Buck reminded him: "No racism, I have yellow skin too..."

Brolin finally realized that this might be his future boss or partner, and his emotions were slightly controlled: "Sometimes I feel it is difficult to communicate. It is difficult for these guys who have been thinking about extreme religions to understand!" Taking a deep breath, he adjusted his mindset to Buck as he knew it: "I also have a Silas caravan 208, which is cheap, only $1.7 million, which is the one you rode on last time, and it can hold 14 people. Southeast Asia is basically these two types of seaplanes, and you can also install ground takeoffs and landers. If it is more expensive, my dream is to have four to six aircraft of this high and low. Then this small tourism flight company can receive 250,000 tourists every year, which will definitely meet many needs."

Buck made a quick mental calculation: "Invest about $15 million, right?"

Brolin nodded: "This is just a plane, as well as pilots and flight attendants. They should have reception and business. If you can have a relatively stable source of passengers, the investment of 20 million US dollars will be safer."

Buck is actually not sure how much money he has: "I can basically provide you with this capital injection, but I have to ask my wife for specific reasons. You know I am responsible for eliminating dangers. My wife is doing financial management, but I think the problem is not too big..." Even if the amount is a bit different, Buck will get support as long as he suggests that it has something to do with the submarine.

Brolin was a little surprised that his dream was right in front of him, so he immediately seemed anxious: "No one-time investment is needed. Now the production orders for the DHC-6 are very difficult to get. They are waiting in line. Just buy one or two aircraft first and start running, and gradually invest it!"

Then Buck was sure and turned around and stretched out his palm: "Then even if we basically reached an agreement, will your air travel company enter my group in the future?"

Brolin thought seriously and shook his hands: "I believe that as long as a reasonable agreement can be reached, I am happy to cooperate with the brave you! Apart from your screams a little sissy..."

Buck suddenly felt embarrassed: "We just pretended that this thing had never happened, after all, you almost killed me!"

Brolin laughed.

With the help of mobile phone GPS positioning, Buck probably locked his position and left the coastline and crossed the mountains and ridges. The mountains on the island have an advantage that they are generally not too high. So after half an hour, the two appeared quietly on the ridge. It only took a few minutes for the small plane to fly over in a crane. They climbed for less than half of the time, but now they can see the dense tropical jungle, and the militants on both sides who saw just now were fighting each other in the open land, roads and crop fields near the airport!

Both of them were a little surprised. When they first took off, they saw the two sides meeting in the middle of the road. It seemed that they had agreed to do what they wanted to do here this morning, but now they have used all kinds of weapons, and they are fighting fiercely. Buck picked up the rifle and used the scope above to observe. Brolin asked him for the broken telescope with only one lens barrel. The two of them looked at it for a while and each had their own gains.

Buck found that the casualty rate between the two sides was not high. This kind of position exchanged fire at a distance of about one or two hundred meters. As long as both sides began to dodge and fire randomly, without gunfire weapons suppressing it, it looked lively, but in fact, if they were afraid to show their weapons, they would just watch it. In addition, it was clear that they looked down at the foot of the mountain. Both sides did not have much tactical level, such as common detours, such as the gullies in the fields and bunkers, they were shooting at the other side randomly. Many of the gunmen were even more handsome, usually holding guns and not evading, and they didn't care about accuracy at all. They just used the enthusiastic gunfire to encourage themselves. Buck has seen a lot. Many local rioters are at this level. The real army can be defeated as soon as they come, but the army may not be able to occupy towns in the siege of these locals.

This is the norm for all the world's most powerful armed forces.

Brolin was familiar with the distribution of these people: "It's not the island... it's the Moi Front armed personnel coming from the nearby island. Look, the banners and headscarves on them are green and white star-moon signs. Didn't they see that they are branching on the nearby islands, the most fanatical religious elements. In the past few years, they launched a coup to be independent of the country on the nearby islands, but they were bloody suppressed by the government forces. Now they survived the most fierce, hating other religious beliefs. This time they met them on the island like the Japanese. The green flags of the Moi Front around the city are the same as those in the city, but the red star-moon signs are all red, and the other side is a prayer group. They are red flags and star-moon signs, and there is a unique snake-shaped knife on their flags." The pilots at sea in Southeast Asia seem to make the difference between these *arms very clear.

Barker didn't expect that the two largest armed forces around the municipality would fight themselves, but according to the slightest bit of what he heard before, it seems that the relationship between the two sides is not so harmonious, and now it is a dog-biting dog.

Since the two sides fought internally, Buck's goal was achieved, and his psychedelic agents probably could not achieve such an effect. He nodded: "Okay, let's withdraw. I'm going to arrange for evacuation now! Hurry up and return to our junction point..."

In fact, from the bottom of my heart, I was still walking between life and death in heaven. Buck was a little palpitations and wanted to go home!
Chapter completed!