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September 1996, the Port of Hamburg, Germany.

CIA employee Dennis and his colleagues, Hanson, an investigator from the German branch of the European Community, watched the last container, being lifted onto a sea boat by a large crane from the port, and being lifted into the cargo hold by a crane on the ship.

Dunnis poked Hanson: "Hey man, have you brought seasickness medicine?"

"I'm not seasick." Hansen shook his head and asked in surprise, "Are you seasick? We have to stay on the sea for more than ten days."

"I almost drowned at the beach when I was a child, and I have been afraid of water since then. When I signed up for the CIA, I concealed this point and thought that it would be enough to stay away from the sea. Unexpectedly, the damn Maye would leave the land and not go on the sea!" Dennis looked at the towering ship's side with a frown, sighed, gritted his teeth, stepped on the gangway, and wanted to walk on the boat.

Hansen was a blond guy with a strong body and comforted him: "Honest it will take only ten days. May was also frightened. You know, the richer the person, the more timid he is."

Walking on the gangway and looking at the surging sea water under your feet, Dennis felt dizzy.

But the responsibility lies. Unless he wants to lose his job, no matter how seasick, he can only obey the arrangements honestly. At most, he will stay in the room these days.

There are not many large-scale ultra-high-precision equipment on the ship in Europe. If it weren't for the fact that Mey was an American and the attempt to win over Croatia, Germany would not have undertaken such high-quality equipment manufacturing requirements.

Their task is to protect the equipment from safe arrival in Pula, Croatia until the factory is completed and the equipment is installed.

Afterwards, the United States and Europe will have special equipment monitoring personnel stationed in manufacturing companies for a long time to ensure that they will not be used to manufacture some precision components that harm the interests of the West. Among them, they include monitoring the list of customers of manufacturing companies and whether the business they undertake will be used to enhance the industrial strength of "unfriendly countries".

Originally, they just had to ensure the safety of the equipment on the road. But I heard that the factory of Pula Manufacturing Company has not been built yet, and the machinery and equipment can only be temporarily stored in the port warehouse. Dennis lamented his miserable life and had to stay in a small Eastern European country for several months, or even a whole year. Thinking about it, he would curse it.

He got on the boat tremblingly and found that the boat was not as shaking as he thought.

"Hey, Hansen, look at this ship is so stable! It's great! I love this ten thousand tons of sea ship, this is really a masterpiece of human technology!" He tried to walk a few steps, and the deck of the ten thousand tons of ship was as solid as cement floor.

Hansen saw his movements and laughed: "This is still in the port. Now there is calm and of course it is stable. When we reach the sea, huge waves of more than ten meters are rolling, even ten thousand tons of wheels, which are like sampans on the water, shaking around."

"Hanson!" Dunnis looked at his companion angrily, "Can you not make me happy? Why do you speak disappointing words when I am happy!"

Hansen snorted at Denise and walked behind Denise. He stretched out his hand: "Mr. May, I'm glad to see you on the boat. I hope that the arrival of Denise and I will not cause trouble for you."

Dunnis quickly turned around, behind him, May, who was in his fifties, looked very energetic and looked very beautiful. Beside him, stood a man about six feet tall, about thirty years old, with a very strong figure and expressionless face.

Dennis approached and reached out to hold Mey, "Mr. Mey, you have caused us a lot of trouble. You have to leave the European Railway without going, but you have to take a long way. Look at the way, from Hamburg through the English Channel, westward to the edge of Europe, and then through the Strait of Gibraltar, which is intersecting Europe and Africa. Then you come to the Mediterranean and finally turn into the Adriatic Sea! My God, you have almost circled around the European continent all the way."

Mey touched his neatly trimmed beard and laughed: "Although it's a little farther away, it's safer than walking. Look, from Germany to Croatia, you have to pass through Czech Republic, Slovakia, Hungary and other countries. I don't want to take this risk. I would rather walk on the sea for a few more days than being intercepted by militants."

Hansen looked at the man beside May. He saw that he had an Eastern European appearance, although of medium figure, but extremely powerful. Especially his eyes, he looked extremely sharp when he looked at people.

I don't know if it was the professional illusion of Dennis and Hansen, but they seemed to be able to smell a faint smell of blood from this person.

A murderous mercenary!

"You are the leader of the Hunter Mercenary Group, plague?" Hansen stared at the man opposite without blinking, trying to see a clue from his eyes.

All members of the Hunter Mercenary Group have only nicknames and no names.

According to themselves, since they became a mercenary, they have completely cut off their ties with the past. They are now fighting for themselves!

But before accepting this mission, they and the CIA conducted detailed investigations on all members of the mercenary group.

The plague was a Romanian special forces soldier. Later, due to the drastic changes in Eastern Europe, he left the army in the early 1990s and has no idea where he has since. When he appeared in the sight of intelligence agencies of various countries, he was already the leader of the Hunter Mercenary Group, and under his command a group of special elites from the former Soviet Union and Eastern Europe.

The Hunter Mercenary Group is very famous in Africa.

They were neat and killed without blinking. Perhaps as they said, since the day they became a mercenary, they have erased all connections with the past.

Because of this, the leader of the Hunter Mercenary Group was nicknamed the plague.

It means that he is like a plague, and every time he goes to a place, he brings death!

The CIA has also hired them several times to clear out some disobedient targets. They complete the task smoothly every time, and often, they still exceed the task.

Because everyone has a "business" cooperative relationship, the United States and Europe have expressed no objection to May's hiring of this group of mercenaries.

After all, the "credit" of the Hunter Mercenary Group is very good.

They never betray the employer's bad habits while accepting the employer's tasks. Therefore, at least before the task is completed, the employer can feel very at ease.

Hansen was a little dissatisfied with the plague and reached out to think about his opponent.

The plague stretched out his hand and held him, not seeming to notice his intention at all. Hansen's heart

He suddenly increased his strength, wanting to see his painful expression.

He kept exerting force, but the other party's hand was as hard as iron. He said briefly in a calm tone: "I hope our cooperation will go smoothly."

Hanson failed to achieve his goal and retracted his strength awkwardly and prepared to stop.

Suddenly, a powerful force surged from all directions into his hand. He felt his right hand as if he had been put into a water press and was under pressure of tens of thousands of tons of pressure inwards.

I heard the giggling sounds of joints and stopped in an instant.

The plague drew his hand back and nodded coldly to them: "I want to check the defense arrangements on the ship and say goodbye first!"

Then, he strode away.

As soon as the plague figure was covered by the bridge, Hansen snorted in pain and kept shaking with his right hand.

After he endured it for a while, his right hand seemed a little swollen. On the back of his hand, several fingerprints were clearly visible. Hansen felt that his finger bones seemed to be pinched, and a burst of needle-like pain came from his right hand, and the blood in his body seemed to be rushing towards his right hand. Driven by pressure, it seemed that blood was about to squeeze out of his skin.

Dunnis looked pale, looked at his right hand, quickly put it behind him, and asked carefully: "Hansen, are you okay?"

"Okay... What a bullshit! Damn Romanian. Don't fall into my hands!" Sweat from Hansen's forehead came out one by one, and the pain made his words difficult to say.

"Gentlemen, do you want me to take you to the infirmary and let the doctors on the boat see it?" May said kindly from the side.

"What are you waiting for? Let's go right away!" Seeing that Hanson's hand was still swollen, Dennis urged May and led the way to the infirmary on the ship.

The plague bypassed the bridge and walked slowly towards the rear deck.

Just two small hairs.

They have not experienced the test of life and death and do not know the danger of fighting. Even if they have received strict training, they are just rookies who have only left the world!

On this ship, there are a total of more than 30 iron-blooded warriors under their command of African jungle combat. As long as they leave Hamburg Port and arrive at the sea, they will be their world.

The plague was not at all concerned about Dennis and Hansen.

On the contrary, his concern for the bloodthirsty guys under him was still above these two people.

The Plague was the first core members absorbed by Jankovic.

Unlike the butchers who have no faith and do not consider tomorrow or know the future, he understands what he is doing. He is doing it for what he is doing and knows which path he will take in the future.

To put it bluntly, the Hunter Mercenary Group is just an external member of the organization. They are the cover established by the organization to achieve its goals. At the same time, it is also a tool for the organization to achieve its goals.

At the core base of the organization, the organization has initially incorporated local armed forces in the name of helping local militia training organizations.

Some local elites who have been trained by the base and tested by brain wave lie detection were quietly pushed to local management positions. With the help of the base consultant, they managed local administrative and civil affairs, achieved great results and won the praise of locals.

However, the organization did not continue to expand its influence.

This is just a temporary place to stay, just keep the local area under the control of the base.

Even in Africa, it is not a complete paradise, so there is no need to do it too much and attract attention from all parties.

The future of the organization will be a huge plan.

This plan is so huge that even the plague cannot know everything.

He only knew that controlling this small area is just a preliminary plan for the organization. The future development direction of the organization is definitely not Africa. But he doesn't know where it will be.

He believed that the highest leaders of the organization would never abandon them like the leaders they had once sworn.

At least for the moment, what he saw was how the leader helped the base grow stronger bit by bit.

All people live very happily in the base, more than they used to be.

Jankovic once quietly revealed to him that the leader was formulating a "utopian plan". The plan was so horrifying that even Jankovic was so excited that he couldn't sleep well.

I heard that the scientists in the base have fully invested in this plan and carried out comprehensive research using ten supercomputers transported to the land. As long as they complete the research and development of all the land technology, the plan will be launched soon to open up a utopia for all members.

The message obtained by the plague is: Do it well, and everyone will have a bright future in the future!

He was very curious about what this beautiful future actually refers to.

He imagined it for a long time, but still had no clue. Perhaps this is why the leader is the leader and he can only act as an executor.

Fortunately, as long as he has implemented the cornerstone plan in front of him, he can return to the base without risking his life to fight in the jungle and spend the rest of his life safely.

Perhaps, he still has the day when the utopian plan is realized.

The plague returned to the cabin, and on the boat, his men were in a room with four of them. Now, they did not rest in the room, but they all gathered in his room.

Before he could enter the room, he smelled the faint smell of blood in the air.

He immediately stopped and found a cover. His hand quickly reached his waist.

The cabin opened and one of his subordinates showed his head: "Captain! Don't shoot, it's us! We have no malicious intentions."

The plague didn't say anything, slowly took out his pistol, clicking and loading the bullet.

"How is it? I said I can't hide it from the leader's nose. Okay, come out and don't let the leader think we have mutiny. Then, it will be bad if we kill each other." A rough voice came from the room, and a man walked out.

Behind him, the members of the group appeared one by one.

"Tank? Why are you?" Plague thought it was another subordinate, and stirred up the group members, but unexpectedly it was the deputy regiment commander Tank. Seeing that all the members behind him appeared, at least one subordinate, he understood most of them.

"Captain, we want to discuss some things with you. You won't be here and talk to us, right? Or are you going to shoot like this and alarm the entire German police?" Tank said with a shameless look. He entered the cabin first, and the others followed.
To be continued...