Talented Genius

Half an hour later, Lancheng, the capital of Uzbekistan.

The plane, draped in the light of dusk, slowly landed on the old but large airport, and passengers came out one by one to start a new journey.

Uzbekistan is a small country with a population of 80 million, but it is rich in resources, and its military industry is even more advanced. It was once a famous arsenal holy land.

Uzbekistan’s military industry is equivalent to Switzerland’s banking industry, and it ranks first in the world. Many major countries may not have the military technology it possesses.

Ye Tianlong, who emerged from the engine room, personally felt the impact brought by the sacred land of the arsenal.

In addition to many buildings that are based on weapons, the airport staff and patrols are also mainly submachine guns, looking murderous.

"One of the heads of state Niu coaxed to challenge the world..."

The oriole dragged his luggage over: "After he took the Uzbek government in a blitzkrieg, he took over forty elite divisions and ten arsenals."

"At that time, the output of any arsenal in Uzbekistan was the sum of all munitions produced by China."

"It can be seen that Uzbekistan has attained military technology."

The oriole obviously did enough homework for Uzbekistan, with words that praised the city's history, and then changed the conversation:

"It's a pity that because of its strategic location, it has been used by the two major powers to play games since World War II."

"Over the past few decades, not only has the standard of living dropped by half, but also sold ordnance to maintain operations."

He let out a sigh of emotion: "The Uzbek country now seems to be glamorous, but in fact it has been sitting in the air, selling arms, technology and talent..."

"One day the foundation is eaten, it will become history."

Watching the fall of a bullish arms empire, the Oriole still has a trace of regret in his heart.

Ye Tianlong smiled: "It seems that Uzbekistan's armaments cannot be sold to China?"

"Completely prohibited."

The oriole took the topic: "Regardless of armaments, technology or talents, no one can change hands to China, otherwise Western countries will severely sanction Uzbekistan."

"So Uzbekistan has always been able to sell things or experts cheaply to small European and American countries."

He chuckled: "Otherwise, it would have broken out a long time ago, and it can last for a few years."

Ye Tianlong nodded: "Understood."

When the two came out of the airport passage and came to the wide hall, Ye Tianlong saw a few uniformed men and women standing in the VIP passage, arrogantly.

The leader of the team is a Uzbek woman with bright eyes, a melon face, a tall figure, and her body is full of charm and vitality.

But looking at her capable appearance, she is definitely not the kind of bully.

They stood in front of the VIP passage, as if waiting for someone.

The reason why Ye Tianlong pays attention to her is that she is too white, and her pale complexion is more dazzling than paper, but after scanning two eyes, she looks back.

"Woo-"

At this moment, an old-fashioned van approached from Exit 4 in front of him. The door opened and a white-haired old man with a kind smile appeared.

Nearby, Xiao Jun and Wang Linlin, who were waiting on the phone, ran over happily and gave the white-haired old man a heavy hug.

The three of them smiled brightly and were very happy, as if they were a family reunion.

Ye Tianlong's heart also softened.

After Xiao Jun and the others briefly described, they entered the van with their luggage. The young couple sat in the back row, and the white-haired old man returned to the driver's seat.

"Swish—"

The white-haired old man was about to turn around and leave the airport. Suddenly, in Ye Tianlong's vision, four strong black men appeared, and the three squeezed into the back seats.

One person opened the passenger seat and sat down.

With a gun hidden in his left hand, he berated the white-haired old man to drive.

Ye Tianlong recognized who the other party was at a glance, it was Johnson who was in conflict with Xiao Jun and the others on the plane.

The van stopped for a while, then stepped on the accelerator to leave the airport and drove towards the darkening sky...

The cardinals also saw this scene: "Damn? Isn't that some Johnson? What is he doing? Kidnapping a young couple?"

Ye Tianlong didn't say anything, but they knew what happened to Xiao Jun and Wang Linlin in Johnson's hands.

The oriole whispered: "Ye Shao, should I let someone stop it?"

He obviously also knew the danger between them.

"You follow first, let Mai pick me up, I'll go to the police officer."

Ye Tianlong slapped the oriole on the shoulder and ordered, he still tried not to let himself get involved, after all, he was here to buy a gambling boat.

At the same time, he moved closer to the uniformed women.

"Wow--"

Before Ye Tianlong touched the uniformed woman, several of his companions flashed their right hands, and an extra gun pointed at Ye Tianlong with a vigilant expression.

The woman in uniform also turned her face, staring at Ye Tianlong Jiao and shouted, "What are you doing? Hand over your passport."

"police officer……"

Upon closer inspection, Ye Tianlong discovered that these people were senior Uzbek police officers. The pale woman leading the team had a badge with her name engraved on it.

Miranda!

"Officer Miranda, I call the police."

Ye Tianlong said: "I saw Exit 4, four black people hijacked a black van, and there was an old man and a small couple in the car."

He also told Miranda the number of the black van and the name of the young couple.

Miranda didn't listen to what Ye Tianlong said, but took his passport to examine it carefully, and then threw it back to Ye Tianlong to speak out:

"Well, you are fine, you can go."

"Just walk more steadily in the future, or run around, this is Uzbekistan, not your Huaxia."

She warned Ye Tianlong: "You must not chase in public."

Ye Tianlong said: "Officer Miranda, I apologize for the reckless behavior just now, but I want to report the crime now, and a black man has hijacked it..."

"We are now performing more important tasks and will not accept any reports."

Miranda remained unmoved, and looked at Ye Tianlong coldly: "If you have something important, turn left 600 meters when you go out. There is an airport police station."

The rest of the comrades also expressed impatience: "Sir, please leave immediately and don't hinder us from performing official duties."

Obviously, Ye Tianlong was regarded as a troublemaker.

Ye Tianlong yelled again: "What I said is true, don't believe me, you can adjust the monitoring."

Miranda glanced at the entrance and exit No.4: "No probe."

Ye Tianlong frowned and didn't like their attitude very much. At this moment, his eyes lit up and he locked the blonde flight attendant.

She was walking out with a few stewardess, fashionable and beautiful, with a smile on her face, which is a beautiful scenery in the eyes of passengers.

Ye Tianlong breathed out a long breath, and made his last effort: "Officer Miranda, everything I just said is true."

"The little couple and the black man were both on the flight. They had conflicts. If you don't believe it, you can ask the flight attendant."

While speaking, Ye Tianlong stopped the blonde flight attendant, and then quickly told about the hijacking, hoping that the flight attendant could help.

"Testify? What testimony?"

The blonde flight attendant first looked at Ye Tianlong with contempt, and then smiled when he saw Miranda: "Miranda, long time no see, come to pick up someone?"

Miranda and the blonde flight attendant gave a hug: "Risa, hello, there are several important dignitaries here, and Shangfeng wants us to come and receive them."

"Is it about bidding?"

The blonde flight attendant smiled playfully: "I heard that Prince Mason of England will also come, and you can have a few more romantic days."

Miranda showed a shy but yearning smile: "It's time to see how it will be arranged."

Seeing that the two of them were doing the same thing, Ye Tianlong was desperate: "Two, I call the police..."