Book 1 Chapter 7: The Art of War (Section 3)

  If there are things in the world that cannot be solved with a sword, try to solve them with politics, money and honor! It is no longer possible to investigate whose famous saying this is, but it is indeed an unalterable fact. An opponent who can't be defeated by open force can only be dealt with by underhanded means!

  With SB and the Tsar, Grand Duke, the four of them deliberated for half a day and still chose the safest but most difficult way - to sneak into the United States! No matter what, the US Customs is not vegetarian, plus the complicated relationship between Inferno and the US government, if they took the legal route, I estimate that as soon as they left the customs, the first thing they saw would be a group of fake Terminators carrying Gatling machine guns...

  Found a smuggling group with a tight mouth, spent a lot of money to customize a large container, and four people started their long sea confinement life. Although there was a TV system and enough good wine in the container, SB roared to go out for some fresh air after only three days, and on the fourth day, SB and Big Brother conspired to break open the container with their bare hands. After drilling onto the deck, SB first wildly howled at the vast blue sea for half a day, then lay down in a standard supine position on the deck and refused to move...

  Upon arrival at Bali Island, before the customs officials boarded the ship for inspection, the four people quickly slid down the anchor chain exit into the sea, avoiding the customs speedboat's spotlight and swimming towards a harbor with lights.

  Without any trouble, in a Chinese restaurant in Queens, New York, Gu Long met with the boss. The boss's surname was Wu, an old soldier who had been a scout in the countryside and had also sneaked into the United States, after ten years of mixing around he finally got a legal status and this not-so-big-not-so-small Chinese restaurant, it is unknown how Ah Chen contacted him?

  With the ghost dragon, they arrived at a kitchen filled with greasy fumes. A large group of chefs were busily cooking dishes, and two Russian military officers couldn't help but swallow their saliva. Opening the freezer for storing meat, there was also a hidden door inside. Mr. Wu smiled and made a welcoming gesture, stepping aside to let the three ghost dragons enter the hidden door. The entire kitchen staff seemed to be already used to it, not even lifting their heads.

  Inside the dimly lit room was a spacious underground chamber. Except for the low hum of the air purifier, the four people remained silent. Mr. Wu slowly pulled out a bright red notebook: "Your clothes and weapons are in the cabinet on your right. Every weekend, Colonel Mack Owen will meet some old friends at a bar near the Marine Corps school to recruit new talent. He has twelve former Delta Force soldiers as bodyguards, but it's really unnecessary - Mack is a master himself! This weekend, Major General Gibson of the Marine Corps will be meeting his mistress at the South Seas Hotel. Gibson is a favorite in the Department of Defense, from a prominent family with influence in several large conglomerates. Most importantly, he strongly opposes the practice of pushing retired special forces soldiers into mercenary groups. In his view, soldiers are only one type of soldier, and all others are just thugs! The two have never gotten along, and recently Gibson has prepared to submit a proposal to reduce funding for mercenary groups at the Pentagon! How you create conflict between them is up to you - good luck!"

  Tore off the page recording these words, ignited it, and Mr. Wu walked out with a smile: "I'm old, my memory isn't very good! Sorry about that! Hehe~"

  A restaurant owner can have such a basement and still lose his memory? The price of the air conditioner alone is enough to open ten restaurants like this! Everyone knows he's talking nonsense, but just doesn't want to get himself into trouble that's about to happen!

  Apart from Kui Long, SB and Da Gong each had their own equipment. Da Gong was fully equipped with a Marine Corps summer dress uniform, even the soldier's ID tag was real, while SB and Sha Huang's clothing were miserable, the clothes were second-rate goods distributed by the Philippine US military base, the boots were Vietnam War-era antiques, two MP5Ks and double-loaded empty shell clips, and a tattoo sticker with a flame pattern, the logo of Hellfire - a blazing black flame! Kui Long's weapon was an American "21st Century Type" sniper rifle. This sniper rifle designed and manufactured by Americans was almost the ultimate weapon that could be equipped to the Marine Corps. Twenty soft plastic bullet heads and twenty double-charge bullet heads shone with a faint light under the lamp, watching SB and Da Gong dress up neatly, Kui Long quickly disassembled the gun and put it in a violin case, tomorrow is the weekend!

  At 7:00 p.m. it was the peak hour for dinner at the South Seas, and without a reservation in advance, it would be absolutely impossible to get a table. And now General Gibson found himself in this awkward situation, where the table he had originally reserved was occupied by a Marine Corps soldier, and despite searching through all the reservations, there was no record of General Gibson's booking. Although the restaurant manager offered to add a table for General Gibson by the pool, looking at his girlfriend's pouting red lips, General Gibson could only ask the manager to try to persuade the Marine Corps soldier to move seats.

  The restaurant manager, with a difficult expression, whispered to the warrior for a long time, shook his head at General Gibson, who was waiting in the doorway. Although one is a general and the other is an ordinary soldier, the restaurant owner is also in a position where no one can afford to offend anyone. Gibson's little lover spoke up: "Dear, let that soldier go away, aren't you a general? Show your dignity!"

  Glancing down at his casual attire, Gibson couldn't withstand the entreaties of his sweetheart and reluctantly walked over: "Sorry! May I ask if you could give up this table? I..."

  Before Gibson could finish, a Marine in summer dress uniform sprang to his feet and saluted: "General!"

  Gibson looked at the warrior in front of him with some surprise, and his little lover in his arms also opened her curious eyes: "Do you know me?"

  "Aye, sir! I'm Corporal Norton of the Marine Corps!"

  Seeing his subordinates being so polite and courteous, Gibson felt embarrassed: "At ease, men! We're not in the barracks now, continue your dinner."

  He stepped neatly to one side and pulled out a chair for her. "May I... madam?"

  Looking at the little lover's happy appearance, Gibson had to politely thank him and sat down: "It is not necessary to be so particular about etiquette outside the military camp, Corporal, thank you for everything you have done."

  "Just as you said, in the military camp I salute your rank, and here, I can do my best for my idol, I feel extremely honored! After all, you are the first Marine Corps officer to be promoted from lieutenant to major general in ten years by his own merit, you are the strongest!"

  The admiring glances of the young lovers and the respectful toasts from the diners around him greatly satisfied Gibson's vanity. This petty officer can really talk! He should be promoted next time, let him go to the Marine Corps Command Center to guard the gate... Call the waiter, send a bottle of fine red wine to the corporal who was moved to the edge of the music pool, and Gibson started his dinner contentedly.