"There are no signs of life on the floor over there, and it can be confirmed that the target has died."

"Besimo" holding the phone, her light blue eyes turned a few times, and the muscles on her face also jumped a few times. She was silent for a while before returning: "Come to me after you come back"

Besimo, who put down the phone, thought about it again, then quickly walked out of the basement and took the elevator to the floor on the ground.

A beam of light in the sky was shining through the gray-white clouds, and it seemed to be another sunny day. The nearby mountains and forests were filled with the chirping of birds, as if cheering for this new day.

However, at this time, Besimo couldn't feel at all relieved, and even brought a hint of solemnity. The people who were killed may include the candidate for the 2010 Brazilian presidential election, the Major General Maca Modiz, the Ministry of National Security/Chang Angus, and dozens of large and small naval and senior officials of the Ministry of Security.

This is Brazil's biggest political disaster since 1964. If it fails to end perfectly, it will fall into an abyss that will never be restored.

Looking at the white fish belly in the distance, Besimo seemed to have made up his mind. After taking a deep breath, he walked towards the military airport in the distance.

One general's success is broken, and when he chooses to cooperate with those people, he has no way out.

Besimo, who had just arrived at the base airport, had his face regained his seriousness. Seeing a small plane slowly stopping on the runway, he tidied up his military uniform, and at the same time straightened his military cap, and then walked towards the plane ahead with big strides...

At this time, Fang Yuanshan had already used the power of nine oxen and two tigers to sprint like a phantom on the hillsides, plains, and towns, and the speed had far exceeded the running speed of normal humans.

His hair was twisted, his clothes were gray, and his face was ferocious. At this time, his anger had filled his head, and he vowed to kill those people cleanly to relieve the hatred in his heart.

"Hu.Hu.Hu.Hu..."

The oppressive function moves the pair of legs at an extremely high frequency. The leather shoes on the feet have long been disconnected, and the buttons on the upper body have long been broken under the blowing wind, revealing the chest that is not strong but covered with sweat beads. If you look closely at this time, there is even a little red on the sweat beads.

"Bang"

A palm tree as thick as a sea bowl broke from the bottom and flew backwards under the high-speed impact of Fangyuan Mountain. His people did not stop at any time and rushed all the way in a crushing posture.

Besimo in the military base outside the suburbs of "Victoria City" did not know that a god of death was approaching them at high speed, and he was greeting several "big figures".

"Hello, Mr. Crofts, welcome to Victoria City!"

Besimo, holding a military cap in his hand, bent his body slightly, and greeted the group of people walking down the plane in a more respectful posture.

"Crofts" who was guarded by several security personnel had rich black hair, a high nose and blue eyes. Although he looked over 50 years old, his cut casual suit made him look particularly good.

After hearing his words, "Crofts" who was still on the spiral ladder showed a "kind" smile on his face early and said loudly: "I haven't seen each other for a long time, Director Besimo is still in spirit! It's a blessing for the Ministry of State Security to have a director of the Operations Department like you."

"Mr. Crofts has gone too far, and this is what I should do."

The man who walked down came to Besimo with a smile on his face, took his arm very "kindly" and said with a smile: "Nothing is a reward at all. I think the director of the Operations Department really wronged you. If possible, I really want to suggest that President Sisir promote you to the Minister of Security. That will not waste your talents."

Hearing his words, the heavy weight in Besimo's heart was crushed to the bottom, and the thought that arose was: Everything is worth it!

Thinking of this, he said modestly: "Minister of Angus/Minister of the Security Department is well organized. I have low qualifications and need to exercise for a while."

"No, no, qualifications cannot represent everything. I think you should be competent for the position of the Ministry of Security/Master. But unfortunately, I am not the president of Brazil yet, and I cannot promote you by President Desir, haha."

The group walked towards the military base with a chat and laugh. On the way, a man in military uniform walked to Besimo and followed the group forward.

Crofts knew that the colonel might have business to deal with, and said with a smile: "Director Besimo has something to do, so I can just go and visit here myself."

The Director of the Operations Department of the Security Department considered it, finally said apologetically to him, and then stopped. After the "Mr. Crofts" left a distance, he turned around and looked at his confidant and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Mr. Saint Zachari's men have arrived in Rio. Do you still need them to come?"

Hearing his subordinates' words, Besimo's eyes turned, and a ray of light shot out from inside to the jungle in the distance, and thought about it, "Let them come over, just say I have some private matters and want to ask Mr. Saint Zachari."

At this moment when the base was still calm and peaceful, the island of Govenado was already in chaos. The naval combat command room on the seventh floor was hit by its own shells. Such a cold joke was not funny at all, and even made many people's mouths dry and miserable.

It would be fine if the "gangster" was killed, but according to analysis, there were a group of officers from the naval base inside, especially the commander of the Rear General who came to the USS St. Paul to inspect the aircraft carrier, "Wuyang Macamodis", which was also inside, was a big mistake.

Fang Yuanshan has arranged a number of bombs and bombs on the Brazilian Ministry of National Security building. No one dares to enter there until now because the outside world does not know whether the bandits had arranged for people to defend inside. If the bomb is detonated, the measured amount will be enough to razor the entire building to the ground.

It doesn’t matter if the building is bombed, but there are senior officials like “Security Department/Security Department, former Vice President”, and hundreds of security department staff. Who dares to issue this order to attack?

Under such circumstances, the situation became stalemate, and some people tried to let the bandits who might lurk in the building come out by shouting, but this idea can only be thought about.

Things have been completely out of control at this point. The naval base building in the east is still emitting smoke. Such a matter has risen to the national level. There is no senior official who can save the venue at the scene, which is really frustrating.

Fang Yuanshan, who was still running wildly, saw that the helicopter at the end of the horizon began to slow down, his eyes suddenly became sharp. He knew that he was about to reach the other party's nest.

The mask on his face, which was a little slapped by the wind, turned his eyes to the sky, and the light was already shining. Thinking that for nearly two years, I was working hard and struggling on the hot land of Brazil, but in the end I ended up like this. In addition to a little desolate, I felt more indignant and unwilling.

As he answered what Angus said, he invested all the money he earned abroad in Brazil. People are emotional animals, and after living here for so long, Brazil is his second hometown.

However, this "second person from his hometown" intends to deprive him of his life and take away all the money he earned back with "hard work". He will never agree to such barbaric behavior, even if he dies, he will have to take many things to take.

"You shameless people, the labor-manager Fang Yuanshan is here!"
Chapter completed!