Chapter 286 Uncle Pao Is Very Valuable
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In the FBG secret headquarters building.
As the CEO, Simmons stayed up all night, with all kinds of communication equipment on his huge desk.
At least two or three cups of coffee were spilled on his handsome suit, and the ashtray and the floor were full of cigarette butts. Several assistant secretaries with voluptuous figures stood behind him tremblingly, not daring to take a breath.
"Jingle Bell"
A rapid bell rang, and Simmons shrank back into the boss chair like a frightened beast. It has been ten hours since the Huaxia National African Bureau started attacking FBG's branch bases, and ten of them have disappeared.
Every call, every video, there is not a single good news.
What troubled him the most was that the Huaxia Guofei Bureau ran away after a wave. But the Holy See of Light came out to join in the fun, and the three holy knight orders had already launched, attacking all over the world as long as they had the slightest relationship with FBG. Moreover, the Pope of Light personally came out to the platform to communicate with governments of various countries and major world-class organizations, talking about life, ideals and morality.
Today's FBG is like a mouse crossing the street, everyone shouts and beats them. At least, organizations in various countries are busy severing ties with FBG.
Among several assistant secretaries, a blond secretary answered the phone timidly under the pressure of Simmons' eyes.
"President, it's the board of directors calling." After hanging up the phone, the blond secretary swallowed, and said cautiously, "They ask you to calm down the situation before eight o'clock tomorrow morning."
Simmons looked astonished, and immediately became furious. With a bang, he smashed the ashtray on the ground: "It will be calmed down before 8 o'clock tomorrow morning. How can it be calmed down? Now the Holy See of Light is clamoring for jihad all over the world, calling on the whole world to boycott our FBG. You let them teach me how to calm down? Fake, I am in a hurry, and I am throwing biological and chemical weapons at the whole world."
Before he could recover, another phone rang.
Another secretary picked it up tremblingly, and said in panic, "President, it's Your Excellency Duke Rose. She asks you to answer the phone within ten seconds, or you will be at your own risk."
Simmons cursed in his heart, bastard, you let go of those elites from the National African Bureau, which made you so passive. He deserved to be blown up by that kid and fled into the sea. Simmons' intelligence system is also very powerful. It is no secret that the scene that happened on the Duke Rose plane, and then she clamored to join forces with FBG to deal with the National African Bureau.
But for the Duke of Rose, Simmons only dared to mutter in his heart. There is no other reason, it is just that they are too strong. Not only is the family background strong, the strength is strong, but the personal connections are also very scary. Although Simmons is the CEO of FBG, in the final analysis he is just a senior wage earner responsible for the board of directors.
Now FBG has become a bereaved dog, why should he fight with others?
"Your Excellency, Duke Rose, have you brought me good news?" Simmons answered the call with a smile on his face in just four seconds, speaking respectfully and modestly.
"Simmons, I've been on guard all night, and I finally caught that kid." Duke Rose laughed heartily on the phone, "I'll see how he dies this time."
"Congratulations, Your Excellency the Duke. I don't know what you mean?" Simmons became slightly excited, "Give him to us?"
"Leave it to you, how is it possible?" The Duke of Rose laughed wildly, "I want to inject him with a genetic drug to turn him into an obedient dog who kneels at my mother's feet every day and fucks, and then sends the video all over the world. Simmons, do you have such a genetic drug over there? Give me ten or eight."
Simmons cursed in his heart, if I want to have such a genetic medicine, I will fucking rule the world long ago. The words came to his lips, but turned into a wry smile: "Your Excellency, if you target the genetic conditioning of ordinary people, you can barely do it. But that kid is a field-level powerhouse, both in terms of body cell structure and willpower..."
"Simmons, I'm really disappointed in your FBG. You don't even have such a simple potion." The Duke of Rose's laughter stopped abruptly, and he replied coldly.
Simple? Simple, your sister~~ Simmons felt manic all over his body. But at this time, he must hold this card in his hand. Hastily smiled dryly and said, "It's not impossible. We have several top experts on hand. We can try to put a brain wave disruptor in his brain and continue to brainwash him. At least he can become more obedient."
"Although the method is a bit stupid, I can try it." The Duke of Rose hesitated for a moment, and said in a cold voice, "This kid is so bold that he even dared to blow up my plane. My mother wants him to live, not to die. My mother wants to make the Huaxia National African Bureau shameful in front of the whole world."
Simmons secretly planned in his heart, first hold the kid as a hole card in his hand, and gain some opportunities. As for the Duke of Rose's going to have an affair with the China National African Bureau, that was something Simmons could not have wished for, and it was tantamount to forcing her to stand in the FBG camp.
"Your Excellency, I will send you the coordinates of a secret base." Simmons said flatteringly with a smile on his face. "That is our main branch base, where you can get the greatest technical support. In addition, I will send an elite team of experts and Mr. Ming to support you."
Mr. Ming is one of the powerful cards that Simmons can use. In his opinion, the Duke of Rose is too moody, and he must send a master to restrain her. Otherwise, God knows if she will turn that first-level secret sub-base upside down?
In FBG, there are only five strongholds that can reach the first-level sub-base. Today, two of them have been destroyed by the National African Bureau. Simmons does not want a third destroyed first-level sub-base.
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"Huh?" Duke Rose drank red wine, glanced at the newly obtained coordinates, and then searched with electronic devices, "I really didn't expect that FBG hides a first-level sub-base under your noses. It's really audacious."
The location shown by the coordinates is exactly a small island on the outskirts of Vietnam, only a few hundred nautical miles away.
In a sense, it is indeed under the nose of Huaxia Kingdom.
"It's not hard to imagine." Wang Yan said while eating lobster, "That country has too much historical entanglement with Huaxia, and what they fear most is Huaxia. And they are poor, so it's normal for them to secretly accept aid from FBG." In fact, Wang Yan knows very well that many countries have something to do with FBG. If there is the hope of immortality, who wouldn't want it?
In the eyes of governments and organizations in many countries, cooperation with FBG is beneficial and harmless.
"Take this first-level base as a gift from me to curry favor with him, and I hope he won't let me down." Duke Rose said with a slightly red face, "I just want to wrong you, Xiao Yan."
"It's okay, I will do my best for the happy life of my little wife and master." Wang Yan said with a serious face, "I don't feel sorry for my master, but my heart for my little teacher. How can a gentle, virtuous, dignified and generous woman like you bear you to be unhappy all your life?"
Now that he has decided to sell his master, Wang Yan naturally hopes to sell it at a higher price. Uncle Pao didn't care, it's been nine hours since his accident, and he didn't show up in South China Sea.
"Xiao Yan, you are so kind to my mistress." The Duke of Rose said with a pretty face, "No matter what happens in the future, my mistress will cover you. Here, this is a belt I snatched from the ruins last time. It has a shield generator on it, which can withstand three full blows from an A-level master at most. There is also a small bottle of fire essence, about 5 grams. I bought it at the auction. It was originally intended for that heartless person, but unfortunately I have never had a chance to see him. But it seems that you need fire more. Marrow, I hope you can cultivate to the great success of the Pure Yang Divine Art as soon as possible."
Wang Yan was dumbfounded, how could this be a young lady? It's clearly my mother! It is said that when a woman is in love, her IQ is negative. I didn't expect that a woman of Duke Rose's level would do the same when encountering such a situation.
In any case, Wang Yan was really moved by the little teacher's wife. First a manor, then a protective belt, and 5 grams of fire marrow. Everything is a treasure worth astronomical figures.
This is much better than my stingy master, who refuses to open a back door in the China Africa Bureau, and even pretends that he wants to let him play slowly.
"Young lady, don't worry, for a woman as good as you, if the master dares to betray you." Wang Yan patted his chest and said, "I will help you to the end."
But I was thinking in my heart, such a good little teacher, I really can't find it with a lantern. By the way, I don't know if Uncle Pao hasn't let down his old lover yet? I really hope that Uncle Pao has as many old lovers as possible. If each of them has a meeting ceremony, it will be prosperous.
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On the second floor of a small city.
Uncle Pao stayed up all night, with a coat on his shoulders, looking up at the starry sky from the balcony, with a heavy expression on his face.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah!"
Suddenly, Uncle Pao sneezed several times, rubbed his nose and said strangely: "I, Cao Dapao, have long since cultivated to the point where the cold and heat do not invade, why did I suddenly sneeze? Also, the back of my head is a bit chilly, and something bad seems to be happening. Could it be that Xiao Yan is in danger?"
At his level of cultivation, he has a deep understanding of the integration of the laws of heaven and law, and he can occasionally predict some dangerous and bad things in the dark. This is a higher level than the state of the cicada's foresight before the golden wind moves.
Uncle Pao frowned slightly, his expression thoughtful. Where did this sense of crisis come from?
However, even if he was beaten to death, he would never have thought that his apprentice would sell him, and at a very good price. What's more, he didn't expect that the precious apprentice had just sold him, and he was already planning to sell the next one.
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