Chapter 324: Gunshots in Keluo City

For the Pannu Islands, which are close to the equator, there is no obvious difference between winter and summer.

The sea breeze blowing from the South Pacific, wrapped in the unique salty smell of the sea, swayed the green palm leaves and the lonely wolf smoke...

war.

No one ever thought that this small country, left alone in the world, would cast the shadow of war.

No one remembers who fired the first shot.

Relying on funds aided by "unknown forces" and conventional weapons purchased from American military fire dealers, the Civil Liberty Party quickly armed a 500-strong revolutionary army.

The original plan was that they planned to launch an uprising at the end of March. The soldiers are divided into two groups, one to attack Johnny's villa, and the other to capture the presidential palace, so as to end President Edward's dictatorial rule and support the new regime to come to power.

However, it turns out that they were too naive.

The uprising did not go smoothly from the outset. Although the Citizens' Liberal Party relied on its generous aid funds and the people's extreme disappointment with the Panu authorities, it gathered a team of like-minded people in a short period of time. However, due to various reasons such as the large number of people and the chaotic management within the organization, the Panu authorities seem to have received the news in advance. Almost as soon as the uprising broke out, the barracks responded quickly.

The riot was first carried out in Koro City, the capital of the Panu Islands. Wearing masks with new state-owned enterprises on their faces, and armed with M4A1s in urban camouflage, the Army soldiers fought fiercely with the government troops in the suburbs with almost the same uniforms.

Then they were beaten by the government army and retreated steadily.

This result was completely beyond the expectations of the senior citizens of the Civil Liberties Party.

They originally thought that when the gunshots fired, those government troops would defect and join their camp, defecting to the banner of justice.

However, they obviously miscalculated.

The government army hit the head and face with a barrage of bullets, and the chess players carrying the new national flag immediately spattered the streets with blood. Then the armored vehicles rushed onto the street, and the .50-caliber heavy machine guns "chug-chug" at the insurgents. Cement blocks and severed limbs flew everywhere.

Although there are only 100 government troops, all of them are professional soldiers. Even if they use the same American equipment, the combat quality of the two sides is not at the same level at all. What's more, in addition to light weapons. The government army still has armored vehicles and tanks!

It was simply a massacre.

The symbol of the new national flag not only did not bring courage to the rebels, but instead became a sign for the government forces to distinguish themselves from the enemy. The strategy of frontal attack was wrong from the very beginning, although the views of the Civil Liberties Party have penetrated into the hearts of every Panu people. But they still overestimated their influence and combat effectiveness. In modern warfare, numbers are not the determining factor of victory.

Blood flowed from the gate of the presidential palace to the north shore of Koro Island. The insurgents who attacked the presidential palace were beaten and retreated. Smart people tore off the masks with the new national flag printed on their faces and fled pretending to be civilians. However, those who reacted slowly were directly crushed out of the suburbs by the firepower, and forced to jump into the sea from the cliff at the northern end of Koro Island.

The scarlet blood more or less calmed down those impassioned youths. Although ideals are important, life is equally precious. Facing an invincible opponent, they really can't bring up the mood of life resistance.

As for the battlefield on the other side, the group who attacked Johnny's villa also suffered a serious setback...

Sparks flickered, metal shells peeled off.

A big white man in body armor was leaning against the wall, maintaining a professional squatting posture, and holding a SCAR assault rifle in his hand, he precisely cleared out the mob across the street.

"Headshot, the fifth one." The corner of his mouth with a cigarette butt in his mouth grinned. Aubrey adjusted the muzzle and continued to pull the trigger, "It's the sixth...you lose."

"**." The black guy leaning against the other window cursed, feeling sorry for the $200 he lost.

Those mobs carrying M-series rifles were not much different in combat effectiveness from monkeys holding fire sticks. Having never received military training, they couldn't even cover crossfire with the cover around them.

"How's the situation outside?" Johnny walked behind the two of them and carefully looked out the window.

He once thought he was very brave. Once, he even took out his pistol and fought with another gang member on the streets of Los Angeles for half a catty of marijuana. However, this kind of bravery does not seem to be very useful on the battlefield, looking at the flying cement dust. It was the first time he felt such fear.

Aubrey spat out the cigarette butt dangling from the corner of his mouth, and grinned, "Don't worry, boss. Even if they come to another hundred, they can only be used as targets."

Just as he was talking, the heavy machine gun on the roof sprayed out fire snakes, nailing to the ground a dozen or so rebels who were trying to climb into the villa from the side.

"It's like this." Aubrey raised his thumb, pointed to another window beside him, and said to Johnny in a relaxed tone.

They are mercenaries from Australia who served in the Australian Special Forces before being discharged from the army. Now he is receiving a high salary of 5,000 US dollars a month to protect the safety of this American rich man.

Relieved, Johnny continued to sit back on the sofa, but soon stood up again.

There was a bottle of yellow kangaroo wine from Australia on the table. Although the bottle cap was opened, he fidgeted and didn't drink a drop.

"Boss, maybe you need to relax." The black guy with the rifle smiled and comforted, showing his white teeth.

It was too easy for them to deal with these mobs.

"****, of course I know." Sitting back on the sofa, Johnny grabbed the glass, reached out to grab the bottle and poured himself a glass indiscriminately.

However, because of the trembling of his arm, he poured the scarlet liquid onto his hand.

"What a waste." The black boy reluctantly took his eyes off the wine bottle and returned his attention to the sight of the assault rifle.

"Don't interrupt, keep an eye on your position."

"Okay, boss."

These mercenaries didn't understand why the boss was so terrified. These mobs had no deterrent force at all. Although they charged towards the villa with great momentum at first, they were quickly silenced by the heavy machine guns on the roof.

After a while, I am afraid that the support of the government army will also come. Anyway, Johnny is also a star entrepreneur in the Panu Islands, and the money that Edward took from him was at least tens of millions of dollars.

However, only Johnny knew that the money was not his own, but a man named Roberts.

Originally, he didn't feel inappropriate about this at all, and he calmly took bundles of US dollars to do business, bribe, and act mischievously under Roberts' instructions. As Johnny International's business grew bigger and bigger. The economy of the entire Panu Islands is almost monopolized by him.

At this point, Roberts' instructions are already a bit audible to him, at least he thinks so. To put it bluntly, there is no loan relationship between them. Now Johnny International can continue to operate normally and smoothly even without Roberts' funding.

And when the development zone contracted by Linhua Group is completed, it is foreseeable that the tourism industry of the Panu Islands will skyrocket exponentially, and his Johnny International will also make a lot of money from it.

However, until a phone call two days ago, his dream woke up...

"In two days. The Civil Liberties Party will launch an uprising," Roberts told him on the phone that day.

"That's impossible. They're just a group of underground parties with no money or power." Johnny remembered rebutting without hesitation.

"Really? I just remind you, it's up to you whether you listen or not."

After saying this at the time, Roberts hung up the phone.

At first, Johnny didn't take it seriously, but later he felt a little uneasy, so he calmed down with Edward, saying that he had heard from an employee that the Civil Liberties Party was plotting an uprising...

Unexpectedly, the uprising actually happened!

The mob was so weak that his bodyguards kept them out of the wall without any casualties. As for the bullet holes on the walls of the villa, it was only a matter of a thousand dollars. That's all his loss...

But it was not this that frightened Johnny, but all of this, all under the control of the man named Roberts.

How did he know there was going to be a riot? Isn't that guy in Los Angeles? Damn.

Confusion and panic were entangled in his mind, and he ignored the bright red wine on his pants, holding the glass and taking a sip with his head raised.

Bloody wine slid down the corner of his mouth, along his neck, and over his collar.

"ha!"

With a sudden wave of his hand, he slammed the glass against the wall.

"**!**!**——!" Roaring cursingly, Johnny stood up from the leather sofa and walked towards the stairs. Walking down the stairs.

"Boss, what's wrong with him?" The black boy glanced at the stairs and cursed in a low voice.

"Battlefield anxiety? I remember that recruits will have a little bit on the battlefield for the first time." The bodyguard who hadn't said anything whispered.

Aubrey didn't speak, his sight was still locked on 500 meters away, and the front sight of the holographic sight was locked behind a mob who staggered away.

The man had dropped his weapon. But Aubrey had no intention of letting him go.

"Thirteenth." Aubrey read with a smirk as he buckled the board.

Going down the stairs, Johnny went straight to the basement of the villa.

There are four women who only have a single film locked up here. They have different skin colors and different identities. Three of them are locals, and a blond, blue-eyed female reporter from New Zealand has only been in for a week.

They wear face masks. locked in a cage. Hearing the sound of the door opening, the dying body struggled and writhed, accompanied by begging whimpers and the "crack" of the iron chain.

Fucking, Johnny untied the belt on his trousers, he just wanted to vent all his anxiety into his hormones at the moment.

"**, little cousins..."

The phone rang suddenly, startling the excited Johnny.

He took out his phone, and just as he was about to throw it against the wall, he saw the caller on the screen.

【Roberts】

His fingers began to tremble, and he instinctively wanted to hang up the call.

But after struggling for a while, he swallowed and slowly pressed the connect button.

"Hello?"

"You actually answered the phone? I thought you would hang up." Roberts teased.

"****, what the hell do you want to say, hurry up and say it." Johnny didn't have a clue when he first came to the Panu Islands, facing Roberts's humiliating look, he cursed back violently.

"Have you been drinking?"

"..."

"It's an Irishman living in a barrel." Roberts sneered, cleared his throat, and continued, "Seriously. If you want to live, do as I say now. There are A small boat, take it, and it will take you to Western Australia, where you will spend a rich and ordinary life."

For a long time, there was no response from the other end of the phone.

Roberts froze for a moment, then looked away from the phone.

I don't know when, the phone has been hung up.

"This evil pen."

Smiling and shaking his head, Roberts ignored that guy, held the phone and called Jiang Chen. (To be continued.)