my beauty world

Chapter 45
Ronan had already returned to the coffee plantation when he received a call from Anna.

Three middle-aged men came to him, who could they be?
It's obvious.

Demona flew to the east. After Church left, Ronan never contacted the Hound and his son. There was only one kind of person who went to Billena Island to find him!

The CIA or someone employed by the CIA.

Ronan carefully looked at the local workers in the plantation. His clothes, face and arms were as dirty as them, and it was difficult to see the original skin color.

Near the plantations, there is quicklime used to sterilize the land.

Ronan found a rag, wrapped a large bag, put it in the bag, and put it on top of the paint sprayer.

Passing by the edge of the coffee garden, he took a worker's straw hat hanging on the fence and put it on.

As the sun went down, he made his way back to town like an off-duty coffee garden worker.

The difference between Latinos and normal whites is obvious. Although Barney Ross and Lee Christmas are very low-key, the locals always cast strange eyes.

Tall and strong, Kaiser and Jensen, with their sturdy temperament, stand out like bright lights in the dark night.

Ronan returned to town and soon spotted the four.

But he was among a large number of coffee farmers, but he did not attract the attention of these people.

Those four people were in groups of two, separated by hundreds of meters.

Out of danger instinct, Ronan set his target on the sturdy black and white combination.

As for the facial paralysis and baldness, he also thought of a way to restrain them.

There were five local soldiers on vacation coming from the Governor's Mansion. Ronan looked at their epaulets, and one of them was an officer, and he took the initiative to greet them.

Seeing Ronan's local coffee grower's attire, the five soldiers did not stop him and let him approach.

"What's wrong?" asked the leading officer.

Ronan tried his best to imitate the old Armas's tongue roll, and quietly pointed to the paralyzed face and the bald head: "Those two white men seem to be from the United States. I heard them inquiring about the situation of the Governor's Mansion."

Following Ronan's fingers, the officer immediately noticed facial paralysis and baldness. As a soldier who has served for many years, he knew at a glance that those two were not ordinary people!

The temperament of facial paralysis and bald head is really unusual.

"Very good!" The officer first nodded to Ronan, and then said to the four soldiers, "Come with me!"

The officer led one person to go directly, and the other three people went around the alley to block the two people's retreat.

Ronan no longer cared about this side, and continued to walk forward among the crowd wearing a straw hat, quietly following the black man and the blond white man.

The black man is Caesar, and he complains to Jensen, the blond white man: "We're on a mission, can you be more serious?"

The white man Jensen took out his cigarette case with a rebellious expression on his face, "What a big deal, find a quiet place, and I'll just smoke one."

Caesar solemnly warned: "Gunna, your drug addiction is getting bigger and bigger, and sooner or later you will be ruined by it."

Gunnar Jensen doesn't care: "We work hard to make money, isn't it just for the enjoyment?"

While the two were talking, they entered a street with few people. Jensen couldn't wait to take out a cigarette and light it. Caesar shook his head helplessly.

There were not many people on the street, but there were passers-by, mostly dirty plantation workers.

Sturdy fighters like Caesar and Jensen didn't take these people seriously.

A dirty planter approached him, and Caesar subconsciously glanced at it. Just as he was about to turn his head, his battlefield intuition, which he had honed over the years of life and death, told him that something was wrong.

Jensen was still standing by and sucking.

Caesar took a second look, and immediately touched the knife at his waist, but it was too late!

Seeing a cloud of white mist rushing towards his face, he quickly closed his eyes, but the distance between the two sides was too close and he was in the downwind, the other party suddenly made an attack, even if he closed his eyes, white powder still entered his eyes.

His eyes were burning with pain, and there was darkness in front of him.

Jensen was right next to Caesar, caught off guard, also covered in lime powder all over his head and face.

Ronan succeeded in the sneak attack, without any hesitation, meditating on Iron Claws, easily dodged the knife wielded by Caesar, and punched him on the back of the head.

Caesar couldn't see with his eyes, and he was far less flexible than Ronan. After being hit in the back of the head, he became dizzy for a while. He stabbed back with a knife, and then there was a loud buzzing in his ears, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

"I'm going to kill you, bastard!"

Jensen was also invisible, but the man who had taken the drug was excited and pounced on him like a mad tiger. Ronan easily dodged and stretched out his foot without a sound, and Jensen immediately fell to the ground!

Ronan kicked the knife in his hand away with one kick, and kicked him on the back of the head with the second kick. Taking advantage of his dizziness, he twisted his arms, tied them with cloth rope and tied them in a knot.

The black man struggled to remember, Ronan punched the back of the head again, the black man's face hit the ground, and he couldn't get up in a daze.

Ronan also tied him up, and then carefully searched his body. Apart from the ID and the knife, the two had a photocopied photo each.

Exactly the old photo of American Ronan!
"Who are you?" Ronan picked up a knife and put it on the black man's neck.

The black man gasped heavily and did not speak.

Gunnar Jensen was high on drugs and shouted: "Are you Ronan?" He didn't need Ronan to answer: "We are the Death Squad, the ones who want your life!"

Out of caution, Ronan pierced the back of the black man with a knife, pulled out the knife and came to the white man: "How many of you are here?"

Jensen couldn't open his eyes, but he couldn't stop his face from being fierce: "I'm going to kill you!"

Ronan heard gunshots in the town, didn't bother to ask any more questions, and killed the white man again, put away the photocopied photos, and ran towards the place where the gunshots fired.

While running, he turned on his spirit vision, and two red halos appeared above their respective corpses.

With a move with his left hand, red light flew over.

Soul fragments +7!

Soul fragments +7!

At the same time, information flashed in my mind.

Explosives Expert: A fighter with a master's degree in chemical engineering who specializes in making and using explosives!
This ability is useful in certain situations!
Ronan didn't have time to think about it, and turned to the main street of the town.

The gunshots became more intense and quickly moved towards the port. The shouts of local officers were faintly heard, and the roar of engines came from the Governor's Mansion.

Barney Ross and Lee Chrismos killed five interrogating soldiers, snatched guns, rushed all the way into the port, and exchanged fire with the military and police stationed at the port.

A large number of soldiers rushed over from the Governor's Mansion, including two armored vehicles.

The two death squad leaders killed many military police, including Tony, who had carefully questioned them when they entered the port, and drove the seaplane into the sky.

"Luther! Thor! Gunnar! Caesar! Hear the answer." Barney called his companions through the radio: "Heard the answer!"

"This is Luther!"

"This is Thor! We are going to the Governor's Mansion, most of the soldiers have come out, and we are going to do big things!"

Barney Ross asked, "Gunnar! Caesar..."

The two never spoke.

Barney slammed down the seat, saw the Billena Island soldiers gathered on the pier, and shouted, "Li, you're so ruthless!"

Chris Moss got into the machine gun turret on the plane, waited until Barney steered the plane to turn, and fired wildly at the port.

The rain of bullets fired by two M2 machine guns fell on the pier, soldiers, crew members and personnel of the Port Authority were shot one after another. The 12.7mm bullets hit the torso, and people were basically broken into pieces.

"Wow haha--"

Chris Moss yelled excitedly.

Seeing the planes circling and strafing, Ronan found a place covered by a stone wall, parked outside the port, and picked up an AK rifle dropped by the soldier.

Not far away, old Armas was shocked by the bloody scene, and stood there motionless.

After circling and shooting, seeing armored vehicles drive up to the pier, machine guns fired, and Barney Ross shouted, "I'm going to kill those dictators!"

Chris Moss tacitly took out the flare gun.

Barney Ross maneuvered the plane back in a circle, opened the drop tank, and a large amount of aviation fuel was sprinkled on and around the pier.

Ronan pulled old Armas, picked him up and ran back desperately, while shouting to the others: "Run! Run quickly! Stay away from the pier!"

Those who react quickly run with Ronan.

But quite a few people don't understand what's going on.

As soon as Christmas fired an incendiary bomb, there was a bang on the pier, and a raging fire burned.

Three plank roads were engulfed in flames, and two armored vehicles and dozens of soldiers were turned into torches.

In the port hall near the plank road, many houses and people were also set on fire, and at least hundreds of people were howling in the flames!
The fire caused by this kind of aviation fuel is so fierce. How can the fuel sprinkled by the aircraft during its high-speed flight be controlled in only a small area, but where the fuel falls, it is now engulfed in a sea of ​​flames.

Christmas yelled: "Damn dictator!"

Barney Ross looked at the crowd stunned by the flames through the plane window: "This flame will bring them freedom!"

Ronan put down the old Armas and looked at the plane that kept rising. The automatic rifle in his hand could not threaten the plane at all.

Old Armas said in a daze: "Why? Why?"

Countless people on Billena Island wept bitterly,

Some lost relatives.

Some lost friends.

Some lost businesses or houses.

Old Armas murmured: "Without the pier, how will our coffee be shipped out, and how will our daily necessities be shipped in..."

Seeing the plane rushing towards the Governor's Palace, Ronan put the AK on his back and immediately turned around and ran towards the French factory.

It was a modern aircraft with heavy firepower, and people were just ants in front of it.

(End of this chapter)