Chapter 961： : Hello, your bomb has arrived.

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There are always people who ridicule Italy's performance during World War II, as if they have humiliated the Europeans, but strictly speaking, the whole of Europe was once dominated by Hans Tiger.

However, people are interested in the glory of the Renaissance. They are cultural people, and it is normal to not like to fight and kill. You can still see this kind of smell on the streets today.

Occasionally glimpses of the opera house, library, or artist sculptures standing at the entrance of the park, for hundreds of years, the rain has only washed away the rust on the body, and the traditional Apennine eyes still burst out with pride.

Perhaps this is the background that tourists feel most shocked when they come to this country.

The complex of buildings surrounding the church of San Giovanni Battista is called hy&bsp&bspho (Happy Homeland) by the locals. It is a cliché name, but it is full of "prestige" throughout Turin or Italy.

Because the "Idol Murder Case" that shocked the whole country once happened here.

Otherwise, given the environment and regional factors here, it is impossible for housing prices to be very cheap. Italians also believe in the term "haunted house", and Balk's family lives here.

A small two-story building covering an area of ​​more than 300 square meters, with a garden in front, cost him about ten thousand dollars.

With his salary, he has to work for more than a year without eating or drinking, but tbf bank has special loans for employees of the savior company. At a level like Balck, it is very easy to borrow hundreds of thousands.

"Have some coffee."

Balk's wife is an Asian. Holding a coffee, she smiles reluctantly at the men sitting in the house, but the tension and worry in her eyes can't be concealed.

"Thank you." A short-haired man took the cup, took a sip, smiled and praised the other party's excellent craftsmanship, perhaps seeing her emotions, paused, and comforted, "Don't worry, Marshall Ma'am, my team and I are sufficient to ensure the safety of you and your family."

He belongs to the European branch of Umbrella, internally nicknamed the Redeemer Squad, people, one of them is a member of A-level mercenaries, and one is a member of B-level, equipped with a military "human exoskeleton" and two self-developed "BT-pistols" , can be equipped with a magazine for firing bullets, which can be converted into a short charge in a short time.

And advertise a new pistol to the outside world.

This is within the range of weapons that Italy allows the Savior Company to carry.

At the end of the year, Mister put forward a proposal, "Umbrella Company Weapons Guidelines", which means that branches in Europe, North America, South America and other countries have the right to independently equip weapons and have a limited right to fight back.

This is simply a fantasy!

Even in the Eagle Sauce, which is controversial about the theory of gun control, there are many people who refute this and scold Mister for his arrogance. What kind of joke is this? If the Umbrella Corporation is allowed to implement the weapons code, then if this group of people goes out of control one day, their harmful effects will be extremely great.

When this proposal was handed over to Tang Dao, he also felt that Mister... had taken a big step. Even Somalia is very strict with weapons, let alone Europe. No one would agree that there is such a thing under his rule. A group that can be armed in an instant.

Of course, this does not include African countries. These areas are very dangerous in themselves, and the umbrella has the right to obtain the ability to independently protect legal interests. If they do not agree, then the Pan-Union Foreign Economic Organization will not provide assistance to them.

It is an excuse to directly use economic pressure to overwhelm many people.

Under this kind of "threat", some people still strongly refused to accept it, and publicly insulted Tang Dao as a scum in African newspapers, and asked him to apologize and compensate for the loss.

Among them, Gambia dances the most happily.

In the European world, there are also obstacles. In this case, you can't ask the employees of the umbrella company to fight the enemy with steel pipes at close range and with cold weapons full of primitive meaning. Therefore, Mister thought of a curve way to save the country.

That is, such as the transfer of some of the umbrella employees to the African pan-union station in Rome

In the name of the mansion, and in the name of the former to apply for weapons.

After discussion, the Roman side agreed to this request, but it was limited to the use of pistols and shields. Large-scale weapons such as grenades were not allowed, but they were given a certain right to counterattack.

This is just the answer given by Rome, and it is still not allowed in many regions.

But the headquarters of the savior company is talking urgently with them, hoping to reach an agreement, and it is also possible to make concessions in terms of interests.

In this context, "bt—" came into being.

As for the human exoskeleton?

It's just a toy, sir, it won't fight, I swear, what, you say there's a possibility of him having mass weapons?

Do not make jokes.

Its combat power is not as good as your football hooligans, I swear, it is really just a toy, the Italians are obviously not that stupid, and they are required to register the exoskeleton!

I naturally agree to this request. Anyway, the Savior Company has a lot of solutions. The big deal is that you can rent out the excess. It’s like playing games, renting equipment to others, but it’s still your own. When you need it, you can ask them to come back. , isn't this your own again?

Only capitalists can think of such a sinister method.

Hearing his comfort, Mrs. Balke nodded slowly, and sat on the sofa with a pair of children in her arms. The boy was still looking at the exoskeleton on the "strange uncle" with curious eyes. Superman in the cartoon.

The crew-haired man met the boy's eyes, nodded gently towards him, and blinked his eyes. The boy was startled, and rushed into Mrs. Marshall's arms.

This action is very cute.

Just when it was time for dinner the doorbell rang, and the sound made everyone's movements stop. Mrs. Marshall had panic in her eyes, hugged the child, and looked at the crew-haired man as if asking for help.

"Ysera, take the lady and go upstairs first." The crew cut man calmly said to the only female member in the team.

The latter nodded, and led Mrs. Marshall upstairs.

"Look who it is."

An employee nodded and saw the person coming through the external camera. A man in a windbreaker covered his head and looked around. When he saw the camera, he raised his head and smiled.

This is a black man, raised the things in his hands, and said takeaway.

The players in the team relaxed slightly.

But the crew-cut man's eyes were fixed, "No! Bomb! Dodge!"

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