Homo sapiens.

Chapter 231 Cheat on food and drink
Colombo.

Seventh Avenue in the port area.

A Ceylon non-government environmental protection agency called Green Agriculture is headquartered here.

At this time, the founder of the environmental organization, Ms. Bazaar, was talking on the phone with the head of the Rockefeller Foundation's Asia region.

"Ms. Bazaar, we are very worried about what has happened to Ceylon recently. Qingye Group is a world-renowned producer of genetically modified food and artificial food..."

Ms. Bazaar had a compassionate expression: "Well! My companions and I are also very worried, but our strength is too weak..."

"For this kind of just cause, our foundation is obliged to fund. I wonder how much money Ms. Bazaar needs? Can Ceylon embrace green again?" A low-pitched inquiry came from the other side of the phone.

"If there are hundreds of millions of funds, or hundreds of thousands of tons of organic grain, I can guarantee that..."

"Ahem..." The person on the other end of the phone seemed to be frightened by Ms. Bazaar's lion mouth: "Ms. Bazaar, our foundation has limited funds, at most $300 million..."

Ms. Bazaar suddenly exclaimed: "Oh Maikar! What can 300 million do? We have so many members, and we still have to go to the streets to promote it. Do you know how dangerous it is?"

"Ms. Bazaar, you have to understand that Ceylon is not the only environmental organization like yours?"

Ms. Bazaar was not intimidated by the other party, and continued to complain: "But you want to let Ceylon return to green agriculture. The food crisis some time ago put us under a lot of pressure, and we have to pay more!"

"500 million, this is the largest..."

"No no...at least 3000 million..."

"It's too much, just 500 million, or I'll go find someone else."

Finally, after more than 20 minutes of soft and hard soaking, Bazaar successfully received a special aid fund of 820 million dollars from the Rockefeller Foundation.

In less than a week, 17 non-governmental organizations of various kinds in Ceylon received special assistance of more than US$3.6 million from Europe and the United States.

Then the money was quickly transferred to personal accounts or company accounts in various offshore financial centers, and finally disappeared in the global stock market little by little.

The head of the South Asian Black Ship is a big bald head.

At this time, he was in a luxury apartment building in Mumbai, India, and he smiled triumphantly when he saw the feedback from the Ceylon branch.

11 month 11 day.

Still in Colombo.

Ms. Bazaar and her little friends, wearing strange green clothes, started performance art in a small square.

Holding a small horn, she shouted to the passers-by: "Please support green agriculture, boycott agricultural products that use pesticides and fertilizers, for the sake of future generations..."

Then the little friends in green clothes behind her forcibly distributed petition signature sheets to passers-by, and each person was given a bottle of vegetable juice.

A passer-by looked at the green vegetable juice in his hand, opened the bottle cap curiously, took a small sip, and immediately his face turned green: "Pfft..."

"Sir, you can waste so much. It's made of organic vegetables. Drink a bottle every day. It's green and healthy..." Bazaar began to preach endlessly.

"This thing? Drink a bottle every day? Then I'd rather eat junk food." After the passer-by finished speaking, he threw the vegetable juice on the ground, and then hurried away with his son.

While running, he reminded his son who was covered in circles: "Stay away from these lunatics in the future."

Many passers-by were so disgusted that they ran away. When they saw the people from these environmental protection organizations, they immediately turned around and left, or pretended not to see them.

The European and American journalists who were carrying video cameras to record some "beautiful scenery" also had black question marks on their faces.

That's it?

Is this funny?

The benefactor behind the scenes asked them to come and make big news. Could it be that these weird performance art and disgusting vegetable juice and clothing are the so-called big news?
Don't talk about these reporters.

Even John, Sunny, Holden and the others who came to watch the fun in secret disguised themselves were also puzzled at this time.

On the second floor of a coffee shop by the window, John turned his head dumbfounded and asked, "What are these guys doing? Performance art?"

"..." Sunny was also dumbfounded.

This is not the same as the script!

What about the promised blood flowing into rivers, flames soaring into the sky, and scars everywhere?

Nima's!Are these guys playing us?
At the end of the day, the seemingly vigorous environmental protection propaganda, in fact, did not fart.

Tianzhu.

Mumbai.

The bald-headed Wade, who had just reported the good news to the headquarters, received an embarrassing report from his subordinates. He almost lost his face, and directly cursed:

"Are we going to spend 4000 million to invite them to play monkeys? Let me know immediately, if I don't show some results, I will make them regret coming to this world, Falk squid!"

"OK! OK!" The subordinate was also very embarrassed.

Wei Dela's subordinates who are about to leave: "Also inform the people of the Tiger Gang to act immediately, don't delay, or I will cut off their assistance."

"I'll notify you immediately."

Seeing his subordinates leave in a hurry, Wade became more and more angry as he thought about it: "I'm so mad! A bunch of trash! Trash!"

Northern Province of Ceylon.

In the small town where the Tiger Gang is entrenched, there are only more than 700 remaining members of the Tiger Gang, and a secret meeting is being held at this time.

Suddenly the leader Mook's satellite phone rang.

After he connected, a hoarse voice came from the opposite side.

"Chief Mook, it's time for you to act."

"Why? We are not ready yet, at least we have to notify all the members in place, which will take about half a month." Muke did not agree foolishly.

"If you still want future assistance, then act immediately and blow up the surrounding Qingye Group properties." The hoarse voice was calm with a hint of threat.

"I need a little time to prepare, at least a week." Mu Ke continued to perfunctory.

"Two days, I will give you two days."

After speaking, the other side hung up the phone.

"Bah! A group of robbers!" The deputy leader spat out indignantly.

After thinking about it for a while, Mu Ke still couldn't bear to give up the continuous assistance in the future. After all, they are now at the end of their ropes, and without external funding, it will be difficult to develop again.

"Then get ready, let's make a show first!"

Muck, who arranged the manpower, did not find
The deputy leader who was spitting just now was looking at his back with special eyes.

Before Muck finished speaking, he felt phantoms appear in front of his eyes, and then his eyes went dark, and he collapsed directly on the wooden table.

Soon.

Hundreds of figures in black armor quietly appeared in this small town.

Most of the members of the Tiger Gang were almost wiped out, and some of the remaining members will be dug out soon.

Even if it is a dark thread that only the leader Mu Ke knows, in the hands of the Field Support Department, there is no information that cannot be squeezed out.

Falling into the hands of the Field Service Department, Mu Ke and others can only admit that they are unlucky.

As the Tiger Gang was secretly resolved, those non-government environmental protection organizations are also doing foreign work.

After more than a week, all parts of Ceylon were still calm. At this time, the South Asian black ship finally realized that the chess pieces on Ceylon were unreliable.

The failure of this operation made the Black Ship headquarters somewhat dissatisfied with him and doubted his ability.

Wade failed and came up with another plan.

He knew that the Black Ship headquarters could not provide much support to South Asia now, so Wade chose to use his strength to fight.

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