Chapter 295

“welcome！ My brother! " When the s.h.i.e.l.d.'s transport plane landed on this unknown island and saw the French who came to meet him and a mouthful of vodka, Nick Frey's face became darker.

"Sorry, this is a private island, so please send your weapons here first!" Seeing that the visitors from the s.h.i.e.l.d. were ready to go straight in, a French old man in suit and shoes came forward with a tray in his hand.

"What if I don't!" Staring at each other with one eye, Nick Fury waited for the other party to show any dissatisfaction, and ordered the ready commandos to land on the island, making all these evil guys sudden.

"This guest, it's useless for you to embarrass us. Today's auction will not directly deliver what you want. We're just agents!"

"Mom annoys FAK!" Frey angrily took out his Glock from his waist and patted it on the tray.

"Now you can!"

"Uh huh!" The French old man looked at each other carefully, then coughed at the hairy bear behind him, and then the latter took out a metal scanner from his suit pocket.

"Sorry!" The hairy bear started scanning from top to bottom with a scanner. When he reached Nick Frey's chest, the scanner rang.

"Cough!" Nick Fury turned a long face and took another Glock from his coat pocket.

"What are you looking at? As an agent, Wang Zhongwang, it's normal for me to carry more pistols!" He found that several of his men behind him and several people opposite him looked at him with strange eyes, and Nick Frey explained strongly.

"No problem!" The metal scanner continued down and the belt began to ring again.

"This is my survival belt, not a gun!"

Didi!

With a fighting knife on his thigh, a miniature pistol on his calf, a revolver behind his waist, and leather boots with daggers and fishing lines, Nick Frey performed what is called the king of spies to all on the field with extremely professional techniques.

"There's nothing now. Can I go in?" Looking at the three pallets of defense weapons in front of him, Nick Frey asked without blushing and beating his heart.

"Of course, come in! This is your hand. After the auction, you can take your weapon with it! "

"Hum!" After a cold hum, Nick Fury walked into the so-called auction hall with disdain. In fact, it is an open-air space similar to a garden isolated by trees. There are six rows of wooden chairs with a high platform in the middle. At the moment, the six rows of wooden chairs are almost full.

"Boss, our communication has been disturbed! There is a high-power signal shield near here. The radio is useless! " Agent Simmons, who was also black, whispered.

"Don't worry, we've sealed off this area. They can't run away at that time!"

After carefully looking at the people sitting on the stool, Nick Furui recognized the identities of many people, including black millet warlords in Africa, white gloves in some European countries, and even several men with Asian faces. Nick Furui thought the other party was a rabbit, but when he saw the sitting posture and speaking accent of these Asian people, he found that it was a stick and a foot pot chicken, The two seem to have formed a team. Come here!

"Take pictures of these guys and check the water meter when you go back!" The jumping stick and foot pot chicken made it difficult for the Divine Shield bureau to carry out its work because of the complex relationship in China. Now these guys still want to come and buy big killers? Do you think American Dad's stick is not hard enough, or Asia is too quiet?

"Gentlemen, welcome to the auction. Next, we will directly start the auction to bring you our first and only commodity, the nano decomposition warhead from McCullen group. Of course, before starting the auction, let's first thank Mr. McCullen for his sponsorship!"

"Poof!" McCullen, who watched the auction through the Internet from a distance, sprayed his old blood on his screen. What is killing and killing! That is, he has now determined who is the guy who pits himself. The video from the giant god is mercilessly mocking his delusions, but the problem is that he can't figure out who is the insider and his own man? Or the Hydra of Rex's faction? But these are no longer important. He just needs to know that if he doesn't run after the auction, he will really be finished!

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"760 million ~" a voice with a strong accent shouted in English.

"OK, 760 million. Is there anything higher?" The host in charge of the auction is a beautiful lady in a beautiful long skirt. Putting the Buddha in a frown and smile can make people feel the spring breeze. Many guests have been stirred up by her and began to cry with their necks.

"Everyone, the effect of this warhead must be well understood. It will be a necessary link to determine the victory or defeat in modern war. It only takes one shot to destroy the enemy's armored army, 760 million. Does anyone else pay a higher price?"

"800 million!" The warlord with a cigar raised his right hand stuffed with gold rings. Sao Bao shouted that his territory had many gold mines, blood diamond mines, oil and uranium mines, with a revenue of more than 10 billion a year. In order to maintain his rule, he used the money to train the army and buy the hearts of the people, so it was not a problem for him to buy another warhead, In fact, what he wanted to buy was the giant God's Paladin Mothership, but it was rejected on the grounds that the giant god only sold it to sovereign states.

"800 million. This gentleman offered 800 million. Does anyone else pay more?"

"Billion!" This time, people from the European Union are jumping around. Old Europe wants to get goods from McCullen, but it is difficult to produce warheads. None of them can be built in three or four years, so they can only choose this faster way!

"Sir!" Seeing the price of one billion yuan and other guests planning to give up, Simmons cried out with some anxiety.

"Wait!" Nick Fury has lost his patience. He is determined to offer a high price to overwhelm everyone, and then send a Tomahawk to everyone on the field one by one after getting the warhead!

"Billion twice ~"

"One billion..." before the host finished his third sentence, Nick Frey raised his hand.

"1.5 billion! No matter who bids again, s.h.i.e.l.d. will always be 100 million higher than his offer! And we will send a 1200 kg Tomahawk for free! " After saying that, the marinated egg stood up, and his sharp eyes swept everyone without hiding his killing intention.

"It's no use threatening people like you, sir!" The little white face from Europe also wanted to fight these savage Yankees. As a result, he was pulled down by his companions as soon as he stood up. He joked that EU civil servants are fat and poor. If he offended the other party, you can wait to enter the refugee camp and take a bath for black millet!

"OK, then 1.5 billion once, 1.5 billion twice, 1.5 billion three times. Congratulations, sir. You have photographed this nano warhead!" The host was also the first time to see someone send missiles at the auction, but her good professional quality made her react quickly.

"One?" The marinated egg suddenly felt a buzzing sound in his head. It's like a nerve was suddenly broken.

"Yes, our client delivered a warhead! Now he's yours! " The old man who just brought Nick Frey a gun handed over a tablet.

"After you allocate funds, the flat panel will display the warhead position, and you can pick up the goods yourself!"

"OK, thank you! Then can I ask you if you know where the other warheads are? "

"United Nations!" The host looked at the old man behind him. After the other party nodded, he whispered.

"The United Nations? There are so many countries in the United Nations, you... "Nick came back after an abrupt stop. Damn it, I said, why didn't I see rabbits and hairy people!

"Black, is it really special black!" Nick Frey's nose is almost crooked.

"Simmons, send someone to disguise and tie those sticks to the EU guys later. Let them pay the money!"

"Yes, sir!"