Little Alanro fiddled with the butterfly knife in her hand, looking anxious.
The phone on the table buzzed.
The first big thing he did after taking over his father's business had gone wrong, which made him angry and embarrassed. However, what made him even more angry was that his father called at this time.
One could imagine what the content of the phone call was.
Anyway, she wasn't asking him if he ate breakfast on time.
He took a deep breath, waved his hand to signal the person in the room to leave, and then pressed the answer button.
"Good morning, Father."
Little Alan tried to make her voice sound as light as possible.
His family had an indissolvable bond with the military and war.
In the words of the Chinese, they were a family of generals. Little Alan's grandfather was one of the founders of the French Foreign Legion, and his father, Big Alan, retired to become a mercenary after showing off his skills in the Foreign Legion. This was not the beginning of the fall, but the continuation of the legend.
When he served in the Foreign Legion, Alen fought for the interests of France. As a mercenary, he also fought for the interests of France, but also for himself.
He became a guest of the African warlords and trained their army. Then, he realized the stupid nature of these black rulers who lacked foundation and had the idea of replacing them.
He had launched more than a dozen coups in various African countries, most of which were successful and sometimes failed. However, generally speaking, the reason for the failure could not be attributed to his personal ability.
For example, the most famous failure was due to the fact that when the situation was good, the president of the United States directly ordered the military to send a C130 transport plane to transport pro-American mercenaries to the Republic of the Comoros. Mr. Alan, who knew nothing about it, was pressed to the ground.
In addition to this sad failure, his African operation was a great success. He killed more than four African heads of state. Sometimes he supported the royalists, sometimes he supported the opposition, sometimes he overthrew the government, and sometimes he protected the government. His fickle-minded stance was just a facade, because from the beginning to the end, he only supported the interests of France, and the interests of France were the wind indicator of his actions.
Ten years ago, he returned to his homeland and lived in peace in a house outside Paris.
The African countries slowly forgot about the white devil who brought terror and shadows. In fact, the Alans had never left.
Moreover, he had already set his sights on Eastern Europe.
Even the legendary King of Mercenaries would not be able to escape his fate.
His early experiences had left countless scars on his body. The aging war hyena once again smelled death--his own death.
If there were no accidents, he would eventually die from the pain of the past. He would leave this world peacefully in a hospital in Paris, surrounded by his loved ones.
His relatives would cry, and the Western media would sadly announce the end of an era, sighing about the death of France's most famous mercenary.
These objective and fair media people would say with regret that the death of Big Alan marked the end of the dark but romantic mercenary era in Africa from the 1960s to the 1990s.
As for what he had done in Africa, it was summarized in vague terms of " coup " and " war."
Only the African people who still remembered him and that period of history would clap their hands in joy, gnash their teeth, curse and hate, hate that this white man had tarnished the history of the country, hate that he had directly and indirectly hurt countless African people... But who would care about the opinions of African black people?
But an accident still happened.
Maybe it was an accident, but Big Alan thought it was fate.
At first, it was the French government who took the initiative to contact him, hinting that these cunning government officials were vague, but the network and contacts that Alen had cultivated for decades had already found out everything he wanted to know. Then he felt ridiculous, unbelievable, and then happy, and even fanatical.
He, Alan, had roamed Africa in his early years. He had experienced countless wars, launched dozens of coups, and controlled a country. He had encountered countless dangers, and countless comrades had died by his side. However, every failure and death did not belong to him. He had always lived.
When he was about to die of old age, he actually discovered such a thing.
The location of that fanatical secret was actually the Bird Crane next door to the motherland?!
Therefore, he firmly believed that he was the chosen one.
His life would not end here, but would continue! This was fate!
Moreover, the current international situation gave him an excellent opportunity.
The French government was not sure what was in the mausoleum, and France did not dare to make a big move in public to avoid attracting the attention and vigilance of the other four permanent members. They could only bet on Big Alan, hoping that this old friend would serve the interests of France as usual.
But Big Alan didn't think so.
This gift was bestowed by fate, so it should belong to him alone!
No human would refuse such a temptation.
Breaking the fate of death and extending the life that should have ended.
He, Big Alan, would be reborn!
For this reason, he had almost used all his assets and connections, putting most of his efforts on the gambling table. He had also sent his son with the most elite forces to carry out this plan.
The plan went smoothly.
Until last night.
This was the reason why he called his son.
"Do you have something to say to me?”
Big Alan's voice was old and peaceful, but to Little Alan, it was filled with irresistible majesty.
Xiao Lan took a deep breath and said,"" Father, I'm very sorry. There was a slight mistake, but we've already obtained the most important treasure and are about to begin the second phase of the plan…"
"Where are you now?"
" In Kharikov, Father."
The next moment, Big Alan's furious voice rang out from the phone,""Why are you still there? Quickly throw a few mortars at the French embassy and then immediately return to prepare to excavate the ruins!”
Little Alan's wings were very strong. As a man in his forties, he was still reprimanded by his father like a dog. Of course, he was very unhappy. He was now the person in charge of the Burrow family business.
"But Father, the matter is not yet finished.”He retorted," We haven't caught the actor president yet. Besides, weren't we planning to use the people of Zhuxia to replace the plan to frame him?”
"But where are the people you captured? Are you still planning to hide it from me? Don't you realize the seriousness of the problem?”
Big Alan roared over the phone," Do you need me to remind you? Nearly 80 employees and over 200 local armed forces! They were attacked by heavy artillery fire last night! And then! All of them! Disappear! Lost! It was over! All of them had f * cking disappeared! There was not a single survivor, not even a corpse!”
"There are no signs of large-scale transportation! All that was left was the camp that had been smashed into ruins! A tank that was blown into scrap metal!"
The old man was panting on the phone, and his angry rebuke was like a storm, making Xiao Lan quiet out of fear.
"Then let me ask you, if I give you 800 people, can you do it?”
"Think about the information they reported to you before.”
"The sentry was killed silently."
"The heavily guarded Underground Tomb has been infiltrated without a sound.”
"Our well-trained employees were slaughtered one by one!”
Big Alan raised his voice. Why did he stay in Khariv? Do you want to meet the enemy we still don't know who is there?”
The old French man's roar almost shattered the phone.
"Do you think the enemies we are facing are just a bunch of mortals?”
This was the only important point.
After he shouted this, the father and son fell silent.
No one spoke.
After a long time, Big Alan's voice sounded faintly.
"My son, you've seen that thing, so you should know what it means.”
Xiao Lan swallowed her saliva.
Only after his father's reminder did he realize the seriousness of the problem.
Although he had taken it seriously before, he had not thought of it in this way. He had thought that it was an elite enemy.
"Yes, Father…this world is not as ordinary as we think."”
"Then you know what to do.”
"Yes, father. I will leave immediately.”
"Be careful, my son, my treasure. I'm counting on you.”
" I understand, Father. I love you."
After hanging up the phone, Alan took a deep breath and looked at the suitcase in the room. It was a nuclear lead-sealed box that isolated the mysterious and charming strange thing.
He came to the door and opened it. The subordinate waiting outside said,"Sir?"
"Make the arrangements. We need to leave secretly. Just in case, we don't need a convoy. Order a convoy to leave in twenty minutes as bait to see if anyone is following us.”
"Adrian, go pick up that Zhuxia guy and bring him here.”
"As for us…"
Little Lan's eyes flashed.""Bernard, Thomas is guarding the police station now, right? Call him and tell him to prepare the motorcade.”
"There is an underground tunnel here. We will leave through the tunnel and then walk to the police station to get in the car.”
"Ogyust, you know where the entrance is. Take some people to check it and open the way for us.”
His trusted aides left one after another, leaving two people to protect little Alan.
"Sir." One of them asked," Is there a need for us to bring that Zhuxia person along?”
Anger flashed across Little Lan's face.
The reason why Bai Huaqian was captured was because of one…no, two accidents.
First of all, they overestimated the level of the Ukranian soldiers and workers. They were even more unreliable than the French. The Ukranians who were recruited and captured to excavate the mausoleum were lazy and used excessive explosives, almost messing up the matter. At one point, the excavation work was completely stopped.
As Alan and his son had their own plans for colluding with France, they did not want the government to be overly involved in this matter. Therefore, they secretly contacted the country and used their connections to contact a reliable and experienced engineer who was good at blasting. They asked him to take a special plane overnight.
Another accident happened.
The day before he left, the French's passion for freedom made the engineer put on a yellow vest and become a beautiful scenery of the Arc de Triomphe. He participated in the peace movement in full swing.
Then, he was arrested.
After Little Alan heard about it, he was furious. For the same reason, he did not dare to ask the government for help. He could only recruit local laborers and happened to find out that there was a local engineering company.
As a result, the people from Zhuxia Company were wiped out.
Later on, he thought that after the excavation of the ruins, these people of the Xia Dynasty saw something they shouldn't have seen and must die. Since they wanted to silence them, why not make use of the waste?
The original plan was to send a few mortars to the French embassy so that the government could send troops in a rage. However, since the Chinese people were here to replace them, there was no need to hurt their own compatriots.
Then, that accident happened.
The camp was wiped out, and the people from the Xia Dynasty who were imprisoned inside also disappeared.
Thinking of this, Little Lan became even more depressed.
"I have no choice. We still need him now.”He said," He's just an ordinary person from Zhuxia. Other than his son who's far away in Zhuxia, no one will really come to save him. There won't be any trouble.”
At the same time, in the secret passage leading to the outside world, two sneaky figures were slowly approaching.
The deputy listened to the voice coming from outside the sewers and said to the leader,"There doesn't seem to be anyone in the palace. Boss, have the troops been deployed to the streets?”
"Quiet."
They moved forward quietly until they came to a dilapidated house covered in dust. They slowly pushed open the door and walked up warily.
The next moment, the door was pushed open.
Mercenaries and mercenaries, Caucasians and Asians, their peers looked at each other.
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