Chapter 862 Crouching Dragon and Phoenix! (Second Update!)

Australia, South Australia, Port Augusta.

This port is located in central and southern Australia, Greater Australia, Lincoln Port to Adelaide, and penetrates hundreds of kilometers in mainland Australia. It is a rare, deep port of the Mainland.

Hundreds of kilometers north of this port are the famous Olympic dams of uranium.

The minerals produced by Olympic dams of uranium mines will be transferred to all over the world via the port of Augusta.

At the same time, a black Toyota pickup truck stopped in the cemetery southwest of the city and stopped in front of the church in the center of the cemetery.

Four strong men in black, closed the door, cleaned around, and the remaining three strong men in black dragged three black corpse bags from the pickup truck.

At a glance, it was confirmed that no one paid attention to this. The three of them carried their corpse bags into the church.

And the wind in the wind, Zhuanghan closed the door and turned to the car, driving a pickup truck around the church circle.

In the main hall of the church, there were a few people standing below that magnificent Jesus, and there were three sets of chairs in front of them.

The chair is connected to the wire, which is obvious that it is used to call people.

The three strong men came to these people with their own corpse bags, and threw the corpse bags carried on the ground with their body.

The three corpse bags were thrown to the ground, and the flesh and cement ground collided, making a loud noise.

This collision made the corpse in the black corpse bag seemed to come alive.

The rude movements of the three immediately attracted Jesus to scold like a middle -aged man below:

"I said, a little civilized, we are not the descendants of criminals. On this sinful land, we have to show that they look like people, understand?"

After scolding the subordinates, the middle -aged people walked in front of the three corpse bags, opened the zipper, watched the "corpse" inside, and reached out on the necks of these people. After feeling the pulse, he breathed a sigh of relief. Essence

Stand up, and click on the "corpse" in the three corpse bags. The few people beside him immediately moved forward, dragging these three "corpses" out of the corpse bag.

Put it on the three sets of torture.

Fixing the person, one of them is obviously a doctor -like person, turn around and return to the side, take three injections from the small box next to it, and inject these three people in turn.

Two or three minutes after injection, the three of them had obvious actions. Then, their eyelids were raised and they saw the people in front of them at a glance.

The person who looked like this doctor did not rush to retreat, but stepped forward, took a flashlight, opened the eyelids of these people, and checked it carefully for a long time, and then respectfully walked in front of the middle -aged people:

"Mr. Boster, they have been completely awake."

"good!"

Boss turned around, came to the three people to stand, hug his hands on his chest, and looked at the three with a smile.

The three people on the chair also raised their heads at this time, obviously three looks.

The leftmost person is a very standard Central Asian face, with tall figures, and the clothes on the body are also very valuable. It looks very elegant and casual.

In the middle, a slightly fat man, obviously the long -looking South Asian mainland, or obvious Indians.

On the far right is a very standard English white man.

Perhaps it should be called England sinner.

After all, this is Australia, and the ancestors are all criminals, and none of them are good birds.

Staring for a while, Boster's gaze fell on the leftmost Central Asian, and said softly:

"Badia Mufa Carty, Iranian, an external identity is a ore futures merchant, but it is actually a purchase commissioner of the Ministry of Defense of Iran. It's not easy to buy. "

He finished speaking by himself, and regardless of Badia's reaction, he directly fell on the Indians in the middle.

Seeing each other, Boster sighed at first, and then gave a thumb to the other party:

"Your Indians really have a consistent shit!"

He didn't say the identity of the other party, and turned around and fell on the white man next to him.

"Robert Taylor, the person in charge of South Australia, Bituo Mining, say ... You are also a big boss anyway. Why do you think about this kind of boring thing?"

"Your uranium ore is sold to Amerika, sold to France, sold to England, sold to Huaxia, and sold to Russia. It is all about selling things. Why do you want to sell it to Iran?"

"Can you help me answer it?"

Asked a few questions in a row, Boster turned, raised his right hand, hooked his index finger, and stood by the people next to the three sets of torture, picked up the wires hanging on the chair and clamped them on the three of them.

The clip made of metal broke the flesh of the three instantly, and the three people had blood flow.

And Boster also turned around at this time, watching the three of them and said:

"In the past, I don't want to ask more, I just want to know a few issues now."

"The first question, how much yellow cake I bought this time."

"The second question, how is the delivery method of this batch of goods be delivered in batches or one -time delivery. How much is left now. "

"The third question, who is the person who receives these goods and where is the place to pick up the goods."

"You have..." Bost raised his left hand, rolled up his left sleeve, and revealed the quartz watch on his hand:

"You have one minute to think about it, and the 60-second countdown begins."

After the words fell, Bost raised the tiptoe of his left foot, and then hit the ground regularly, making a clacking sound.

The sound was like a death knell, gently knocking on the hearts of the three people.

At the 60th sound, Bost stopped and gently hooked his right index finger forward, and the people standing next to the torture device immediately started to move.

The first thing was to turn on the switch.

The crackling sound rang out, and the three people sitting on the chairs, like they had ADHD, desperately shook and roared on the chairs.

Slight smoke began to come out of their bodies.

Amid their screams, Bost sat leisurely beside them, leisurely picking his fingernails.

He was still humming a song leisurely.

Under the electric shock, the roars of the three people on the chairs became louder and louder, and more and more miserable.

Finally, the Indian in the middle couldn't help it anymore and started to scream loudly, saying that he was willing to tell everything he knew.

His words immediately attracted Badia's curse, but the Indian didn't take his curse seriously and continued to beg for mercy.

The barrier of the alliance was broken at this moment. After the Indian started to beg for mercy, Robert also followed suit.

The voices of the two begging for mercy and Badia's curses intertwined and echoed in the empty church.

Bost didn't ask people to stop the electric shock immediately, but waited for a while until the two people begging for mercy were hoarse and could no longer shout, and then asked people to stop.

The switch was turned off, and the three people on the chair were reborn in an instant.

The heavy pressure on his body dissipated, and Badia's head, which was raised high, drooped at this moment, drooped his head, opened his mouth, and breathed in fresh air in big gulps.

And every time he breathed, he would spit out a mouthful of blood.

Next to him, the Indian's mental state was better than his, but not much better.

The worst was Robert.

After all, he was just an ordinary company manager. Long-term office work had made his body sub-healthy. After the attack, more than half of his life was gone.

After calming down, the Indian in the middle raised his head and whispered:

"The total amount of yellow cake purchased is 50 tons, all of which were squeezed out of Bito Mining's teeth. The price of each ton of yellow cake is five times more expensive than the price sold in the normal international market."

"I don't know about the rest."

"Not bad! Very good!" Bost did not hesitate to praise the Indian in the middle, gave a thumbs up, turned his head and came to Robert, squatting down:

"My dear Mr. Robert, 50 tons of yellow cake, you are really brave enough?"

"For the sake of your family, I think you'd better tell me everything you know now."

"After all, your wife and daughter are both pretty good-looking. If you die, their lives will not be easy."

"If life is not easy, you have to find a way to live."

The threatening words made Robert spit, but this spit did not hit Bost, and Bost just shook his head slightly after avoiding the spit.

Quietly sighing beside:

"People just love to commit suicide. You still have 30 seconds to think about it."

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

The next second, Robert's voice rang out:

"I only know that this batch of goods will be sent to Gwadar Port in Pakistan. It is said that they have already contacted the people there. As long as this batch of goods arrives at Gwadar Port, someone will pick it up."

"I don't know the specific arrival time of the goods. I only sell goods and am only responsible for delivering the goods to Augusta Port. I don't know which ship their goods are loaded on and how they are loaded."

"But all the goods are divided into 5 batches in total. The last batch just arrived in Augusta today, and the first 4 batches have been sent away."

After the two men told the news they knew, they kept their heads down.

After getting what he wanted, Bost didn't continue to care about them, and turned his attention to Badia.

He squatted down in front of the other party and said in a very gentle tone:

"Last time, we noticed you, but the big guys didn't want to investigate further, so they ignored you."

"I didn't expect you to start again."

"I really don't understand what's going on in your mind."

"To put it bluntly, given the political environment in Iran, if you get nuclear weapons, or nuclear materials, it's like a child getting an extremely dangerous weapon."

"No one wants to see you get this thing."

"If you tell us now, we can intercept this thing halfway. Finally, say a few more words. The big guys like to save face, and they can get these things over with just a few words."

"At most, you will lose some face in the international community, or be hit by some insignificant sanctions."

"If you really insist on getting nuclear weapons."

"Then maybe... you will be beaten up!"

"Pooh!" Badiya opened his mouth and spit a mouthful of bloody spit on Bost.

Looking at the bloody spit on his new clothes, Bost scratched his head and walked towards the switch with a sigh.

He gently pressed the switch with his right hand and pushed it forward.

The wire was energized.

Then he slowly increased the voltage until it was enough to electrocute people.

Then.

The three people on the chair lowered their heads completely amid a scream.

The current continued to output, and after no sound of killing was heard, Bost turned off the switch, pulled out a pistol from his belt, and shot each of the three people in the back of their heads.

He locked the pistol, told the person next to him to clean up the scene, turned around and took out his cell phone, walked out and made a call.

Qatar.

America Central Theater Command.

Hanks stood in front of the Central Theater map, looking at the mark on the map, holding the phone in his hand, and breathing continuously.

Just now, after the CIA synchronized the intelligence with Australia, he got another message.

Israel got a batch of yellow cake in Kazakhstan.

The specific time of acquisition was unclear, the specific transportation route was unclear, and the specific quantity was unclear.

Putting this message together with the news from Iran, he just wanted to beat someone up.

He now has only one idea, which is to apply for a few nuclear bombs, first to Tel Aviv, Israel, and then to Tehran, Iran.

He doesn't understand what these people are thinking about all day long.

He really wants to catch these people and ask, do you have pig brains?

As a politician, you can be greedy and stupid, but you must understand the international situation and geopolitics.

At what time, what to say and what to do, that must be clear.

Otherwise, it's death.

But it's obvious that these people don't have such ability.

He turned his eyes away from the map, walked to the desk, picked up the office phone on the desk, and called the American President's office directly.

When Odebiao on the other side picked up the phone, he immediately said:

"Mr. President, I just received news that Iran has purchased a total of 50 tons of yellow cake in Australia, which will be delivered in 5 batches."

"Four batches have been sent, and the fifth batch is still in Australia."

"Then there is Israel."

"According to the intelligence just intercepted, they got some yellow cake in Kazakhstan, the quantity is unknown, the transportation route is unknown, and the number of yellow cakes received is unknown."

"Now you need to give orders."

While calling, Hanks was also holding his mobile phone and editing text messages.

The person who received the text message was Dana.

As the former commander of the Central Theater, Hanks needed to get a little experience from the other party.

In the dedicated phone, the sound of Odebiao's deep breathing came again and again, which made people feel very depressed.

After a long time, Odebiao's fluent English suddenly sounded on the other end of the phone:

"General Hanks, you are America's general! Remember!"