When you are rich, there is Rheinmetall; when you are poor, there is Rheinsteel!

Faced with Lin Yu's continuous topics, Qian Duoduo wrote down the questions one by one in an orderly manner. Only when it came to the last question about astronauts, he stopped writing and answered seriously:

"I have contacted Mr. Xiang about this question. According to Mr. Xiang's answer, he said that if it is just an ordinary astronaut, it is indeed not difficult to train them."

"Just grab someone from the Air Force pilots."

"But the problem is that you require to operate a material research laboratory on the space station, which requires professional researchers."

"And the confidentiality level is very high."

"They can only get people from our research institute and give them first These researchers are doing physical training, and when their physical fitness reaches a certain level, they will start the next training. "

"According to the results of the contact two weeks ago, they are doing cabin closed training, just like submarine soldiers, they have to stay in a closed space for a full month."

"After the first round of training, it is a psychological recovery cycle, followed by the second and third rounds of training."

"It is already the end of October, and the three rounds of training will be completed in April next year."

Speaking of this, Qian Duoduo suddenly paused, then took out his mobile phone, fiddled with it for a while, and then put the phone in front of Lin Yu.

On the screen of the mobile phone, there is a progress schedule.

The title of the progress schedule is the Rhine Space Research Institute, which is the original satellite research and development center.

When Lin Yu focused his attention on the schedule, Qian Duoduo explained:

"This is the space station cabin R\u0026D and manufacturing schedule sent by Professor Miao Yuan."

"According to this R\u0026D and manufacturing schedule, the material smelting cabin you requested, with the current manpower and material resources, will not be available until May next year. After it comes off the production line, it needs to be tested."

"After the test, it needs to be remanufactured based on the data."

"At the earliest, it will take until October next year for a new cabin to be put back on line."

"After debugging, if you want to launch it, you have to wait until at least 2007."

Grabbing the pen on the table and playing with it for a while, Lin Lin Yu raised his head expressionlessly, looked at Qian Duoduo, and said word by word:

"Add money!"

"Tell Xiang Fangfang, tell Miao Yuan, whether it's people or equipment."

"If there's no one, go get them. If there's no equipment, go and make custom equipment. There are so many people, so many young talents, funds and people. I also gave the general drawings. Don't tell me that nothing can be done."

"My attitude is that before June 1 next year, both the people and the material smelting cabin must be sent to the sky."

"Go down and arrange it!"

Listening to Lin Yu's irresistible arrangement, Qian Duoduo silently took a pen and wrote the two words Miao Yuan on the notebook, and then wrote "add money" at the back.

After waiting for a while, he didn't hear any new instructions, so he turned around and walked out of the office, went to his own office downstairs, and arranged the tasks ordered by Lin Yu.

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Cyprus.

It is an island country in the Mediterranean Sea, with a population of more than 1 million and a national area of ​​more than 9,000 square kilometers.

Affected by the warm current from the North Atlantic and the Mediterranean climate, even though it is the end of October, the sunshine here is still bright and people can't feel the chill.

This also makes the tourism industry here very developed.

Nicholas lay on the artificially groomed, snow-white beach, enjoying the flattery of the beauties around him and the sweet wine from France. He lived a very comfortable life.

Just then, the phone at his hand rang.

He didn't answer it immediately, but waited for the phone to ring and hung up silently. After about 30 seconds, the phone rang again.

This time, he still didn't answer it, but waved to let the women around him go away.

After the women walked away, he picked up the phone and stood up, walked to the junction of the sea and the beach, turned his back to the sea, looked at the beach, and waited until the third call rang, and then he finally answered it.

He didn't speak at the first time, but waited for the person on the other side to speak first.

After a slight breathing sound, Qian Duoduo's voice came from the phone:

"Mr. Nicholas, how are you? There is a cooperation that needs you to come forward. I wonder if you are free."

As one of the few Chinese people who can contact him, Nicholas naturally recognizes Qian Duoduo's voice.

After listening to the words on the other side, he immediately responded with a smile: "It is naturally my honor that Mr. Duo can find me. Tell me, what is the task."

"Find a few mercenary groups, go to Nong Khai Province, Thailand, and clean up a few gangs, leaving no one behind, cutting the grass and eradicating the roots."

"I will send the information to your email later. After reading it, give me a price."

"Awesome!" After listening to the content of the task, Nicholas couldn't help but give a thumbs up to the gangs in his heart.

He really wanted to know why these gangs had the purpose of provoking Qian Duoduo, or provoking the people behind Qian Duoduo.

But soon, he threw this trace of inquiry out of his mind.

These things are not his business, and there is no need to care. He is an arms dealer and only needs one thing, that is, money.

With a cheerful response, he hung up the phone, waved goodbye to the beauties on the beach, and rushed back to the hotel as fast as he could.

He turned on his computer and opened his mailbox, and sure enough, he found a piece of information in the mailbox.

A piece of information about the gang.

After reading it...

He couldn't help but raise his hand and press his temple. This...

There are 6 so-called gangs in total. The largest gang has about 400 people and some weapons.

The smallest gang has only 50 people and some machetes.

And many of these people look like skinny people. Their skinny bodies make Nicholas doubt whether they are adults.

But it is just a suspicion.

As an arms dealer walking on the edge of the gun, he knows very well that the most dangerous people in the world are not elite gunmen or professional mercenaries, but these half-grown boys.

Such people have no sense of right and wrong, no fear, and only madness.

The information is very detailed. There are detailed information about the top leaders of each gang, and even photos of the people below.

It is equivalent to killing by clicking.

After counting the number of people, he did not hesitate and replied directly in the email.

[50,000 US dollars per person! Sent to the account I left before. ]

Soon after the email was sent, a message from another email address was received in the mailbox.

[OK! 】

Twenty minutes after this message appeared in the mailbox, Nicholas's Swiss bank manager called him.

He had a sum of money in his account, a total of 78.4 million US dollars, and he needed to confirm it with him.

After confirming the funds with the bank manager, Nicholas put down his phone, downloaded the information in the mailbox to the computer, cleared some information, logged into another mailbox, searched in the mailbox for a while, and found several contact information.

He sent a message to the group.

[Black eats black, all local gangs, all small hooligans, 25,000 US dollars per person, a total amount of 39.2 million US dollars, if you want to go, sign up quickly. 】

Soon, one reply after another returned from the mailbox that was sent out.

Looking at these replies, Nicholas smiled and sent the information with some information cleared to these mailboxes. After repeating 25,000 yuan per person, he closed the mailbox.

A few minutes later, his phone rang.

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Thailand, Nong Khai Province

This is a province located in the north-central part of Thailand. To the north, across the Mekong River, is Vientiane, Laos. It is a little bit away from the Golden Triangle, but strictly speaking, it also belongs to the Golden Triangle.

Tongcha is 35 years old this year. He started learning boxing at the age of three, beat up kindergarten at the age of five, beat up elementary school at the age of 12, and started to hang out on the streets at the age of 15.

No mistakes, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar!

With a pair of fists and the fearless and desperate spirit, he became a gangster boss.

He has not many brothers, more than 100 people, but each of them is a good player he carefully selected. After being selected, he has been carefully taught by him. Each of them is a dare-to-fight and particularly shrewd person.

It is with these more than 100 people that he has also mixed a good position in this small piece of land in Nong Khai Province, and can also sit with the local dignitaries and share some resources that he could not share originally.

At 9 o'clock in the morning, he pushed the woman lying next to him away, climbed out of bed, poured himself a glass of wine to rinse his mouth, and then walked out of the room in shorts.

As soon as he walked out of the room, the two younger brothers guarding the door respectfully handed him clothes, but he didn't care, and just walked while changing into new clothes.

"Throw that woman into the bar downstairs, wait for her to pay off her father's debt, and see if you can contact someone in need, and finally make some money."

A word determined the life and death of the woman. They also walked to the main entrance of the hotel, feeling the morning sunshine, and he suddenly stopped, turned around, and asked the younger brother beside him:

"Have those people who built the railway given a reply, or how much money are they willing to pay?"

Listening to the boss's words, the two younger brothers next to him looked at each other, hesitated for a moment, and the younger brother on the left still said respectfully:

"That..."

"Their construction sites have all stopped, and all the equipment and machinery have been shipped to Laos in the past two days."

"Let's ask the soldiers at the border checkpoint, and the soldiers at the border checkpoint said that this is an order from above."

"Let them go to Laos first, anyway, the railway is here, and they will definitely come to rebuild it when the time comes."

"When they come back, we can ask for a higher price."

When Tongcha heard this, he always felt that something was wrong, but when he thought of the importance those dignitaries attached to the railway, and the people who built the railway, they completely spread out their stalls.

He felt that this made sense.

At the same time, he felt a little regretful. He shouldn't have pushed so hard. He should have joined forces with others and taken it slow.

Pushing too hard, this...

He slapped his head and said to the younger brother beside him:

"Take some people to see them off and tell them that they are welcome to come back again, but when they come back again, they will be paid twice as much."

"Also, after sending them off, occupy all the construction sites they left behind."

"It's only been a few days, they can't move all the things away, people can go, but things have to stay."

"Hurry up!"

The younger brother on the right heard the order, nodded immediately, and then turned around and left quickly.

The Tongcha who stayed in place looked at the back of the departing figure, turned his head, and ordered the younger brother on the left:

"Go and arrange a few women, young and fresh."

"Contact the bosses of other gangs and tell them that I have some new opportunities and want to talk to them."

"Those who want to come can come, and those who don't want to come, don't say I didn't call them."

After taking note of the order, the younger brother on the left also turned around and left quickly. Only Tongcha was left at the entrance of the huge hotel.

He twisted his neck, moved on the spot, did a few running and jumping movements, and made a few punching movements, then turned around and walked towards his luxury car.

The luxury car started, and several cars next to it also started, followed behind the luxury car, formed a convoy, and slowly drove to the suburbs.

After the convoy left, in the corner of the parking lot, a head slowly popped out of a Toyota pickup truck, looked at the departing convoy, turned back and said to the driver:

"By the way, boss, if we robbed this person's vault, the client shouldn't say anything, right?"

The driver's attention was all on the hotel next to him at this moment.

After a while, he turned back, took out a cigarette from his chest pocket, lit it, and spoke while puffing smoke:

"The client asked for a dead person, but did not say that he was not allowed to take the vault."

"When the time comes, the 10 of us will be divided into two groups, 5 people will kill people, and 5 people will take the vault."

"The group that takes the vault will quickly enter Laos after getting the vault, and then turn to Cambodia to leave."

"The murder group, we must get rid of the people as soon as possible before others."

The cigarette was swallowed, and the closed car was already filled with white mist.

After putting out the cigarette butt, the driver looked at the hotel again and said viciously:

"In fact, if the client is not here, we can even just kill the leaders of these gangs, and then take their families to make up the number."

"This will be more efficient."

The people in the pickup truck fell silent after the driver said this, but no one objected.

The person in the co-pilot also stared at the hotel for a while, then pressed the window and let the wind outside the window blow in to replace the air inside.

A few minutes later, a voice came from the intercom placed on the center console.

"The fast food has arrived at the cafeteria. Do you want to eat?"

Hearing this secret code, the person in the main driver no longer hesitated, stepped on the accelerator, started the Toyota car, and drove all the way out of the hotel parking lot.

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In the suburbs, in a park that looks like an industrial park, the Tongcha convoy slowly stopped, and then slowly moved forward under the leadership of the park's gate opener.

Finally, it stopped in front of a 6-story circular white building.

It was deserted outside the building, with no one.

A group of people got off the car and walked towards the gate. The security guard at the gate opened the door. The moment the door opened, noisy music, mixed with the voices of men and women, came out from inside.

After this group of people walked into the gate, the gate slowly closed.

And their actions were all seen by another group of people.