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Hawke simply couldn't believe that Dario Agger, a mere minotaur demigod, could be that strong.
After settling things at Lane Capital, Hawke left the building and got into his car.
After thinking for a moment, he sent a message to Cipher, asking her to investigate Roxon's other bases.
Then he called Christy Durrington.
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The next day.
As the sun rose, its rays illuminated the sky, bathing the entire world in a soft orange hue. The white clouds, tinged with gold by the sunlight, looked like jewels set in the sky.
The dewdrops on the leaves sparkled like crystal-clear diamonds.
On a large Karstenmeinert bed, the ultra-comfortable goose down comforter and high-end wool blankets provide an unparalleled sleep experience. The mature and beautiful Christy Durrington's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and then she opened her eyes. The dazzling sunlight made her subconsciously raise her hand to shield her eyes.
"you're awake?"
Hawke was already dressed in front of the mirror and fixing her hair.
"I have to go abroad today, so I probably won't be able to stay and have breakfast with you."
"Ah, I see."
Christy Durrington said sleepily.
She didn't pay much attention to it. After all, it's normal for men to travel around for business.
Christy Durrington yawned wearily and couldn't help but complain:
"But Master Hawke, what do you take me for?"
“I’m not a beast of burden for your Ryan family. You can’t treat me like a beast of burden and make me stay at your house for a whole day for no reason. I don’t know how to explain it when I get back.”
"Also... could you please stop contacting me when you're in a bad mood?"
"Haha, I'll try my best." Hawke laughed and said, "Who told you to be so skilled in all eighteen kinds of prostitution, each one a masterpiece? Those young girls are nowhere near as good as you! Okay, next time, I'll help you call some helpers so you won't be fighting alone, alright?"
As he was speaking, Hawke's phone vibrated. He took it out, looked at it, and said:
"Alright, enough joking around, I really have to go now."
"Okay then, bye."
"Bye-Bye."
Hawke left in a hurry.
Christy Durrington lay in bed for a while longer before clearing her head.
She glanced at her phone; it was already nine in the morning.
It's time to get up.
Standing on tiptoe on the carpet, all she could see were Balenciaga black letter socks torn to shreds. They cost $300 a pair, and she had torn more than twenty pairs to shreds here. There was nothing she could do; although they increased attack speed, the quality was just too poor. They tore apart with the slightest touch, forcing Christy Durrington to grab a new pair to wear.
"He's really like a bison, how can he be so tyrannical!"
Christy Durrington whispered.
A strong scent still lingered in the air—a strong masculine scent.
Even Christy Durrington couldn't help but blush. Hawke may be gone, but his scent is still here!
Meanwhile, Hawke also traveled to Africa on his private jet.
Johannesburg International Airport.
After Hawke and his crew disembarked and passed through the VIP passage, they met Barney Ross, the leader of the "Expendables," a seasoned and valiant warrior whose sharp blade on his back seemed to embody all the glory he had on the battlefield.
However, at this moment, his left hand was wrapped in gauze, and to Hawke's surprise, Barney's right leg was also bandaged, as if he was also injured.
"What happened?"
Hawke looked him over and asked.
"I was shot in the thigh, but it's nothing serious. The bullet went right through and left a small hole."
Barney forced a smile.
Hawke nodded without saying much, but Barney had become disabled and was now in this state.
The brothers behind Barney also lowered their heads and remained silent, clearly feeling down.
Christmas, the second-in-command of the "Expendables," Barney's best friend, a retired veteran of the British Special Forces.
He enjoys using throwing knives and possesses a beast-like, swift fighting speed, capable of killing an enemy in a mere second.
With a passionate and unrestrained personality, and a strong sense of loyalty, he is a top-notch assassin as a mercenary.
Yin Yang, the only Asian in the "Suicide Squad," once served in a mysterious Chinese military unit.
Despite his small stature, he possesses astonishing fighting prowess, with incredibly swift punches and kicks, exceptional tactical acumen, and the remarkable ability to take on ten opponents single-handedly.
He is very persistent, agile, fast, and skilled in close combat; he doesn't talk much.
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He embodies the quintessential image of an Eastern man: mysterious yet passionate, and also deeply devoted to his family.
Gunnar, with his powerful physique and distinctive attire, always draws blood when he draws his steel sword.
He is a super soldier with a master's degree in chemical engineering.
He prefers using grenade launchers to eliminate enemies at medium to long range; his unruly nature only allows him to find his true self on the battlefield.
The tollbooth operator, a former U.S. special forces soldier, possesses a strong physique and exceptional combat skills.
He is honest and kind in ordinary times, but he is still a shining star on the battlefield. He is proficient in both assault and hand-to-hand combat, making him an all-around warrior.
Caesar, a black warrior, is strong and skilled with heavy weapons and shotguns. He often suppresses the enemy with heavy firepower when there are many of them, making him an indispensable source of heavy firepower on the battlefield.
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This is part of the suicide squad; another part is leading troops in the search.
"It was my carelessness," Barney explained again.
He had failed his mission and lost a finger, but he felt it was his own fault and harbored no resentment. To think that he would be courting death if he did.
The more one understands the Ryan family, the more fearful they become.
Putting everything else aside, Barney has been watching the Extremis virus project gradually mature these days. As long as someone can successfully inject the Extremis virus serum, they will immediately become a superhuman capable of manipulating temperatures of 3000 degrees Celsius. Compared to such a person, a soldier like him is nothing.
After catching up for a while, Hawke said, "Alright, let's take a look at the laboratory base first. I've already had people searching for Stern."
The search for Stern was naturally conducted by the artificial intelligence Z. However, in Africa, the infrastructure such as signal base stations and monitoring systems is poor or nonexistent, and the internet speed is so slow that it is close to zero. If the group that kidnapped Stern was professional enough, then even with artificial intelligence, it would be like a skilled cook trying to make a meal without ingredients.
"Yes, young master, please follow me."
Barney led the way, and a row of SUVs lined up. Hawke and the others got into the cars.
243 is either visiting a prostitute, or on his way to one.
“Young Master, have you been to Johannesburg before? It’s known as the largest city in North Africa,” Yin Yang, the only Chinese person, said, looking out the window. “When I first came here, I felt it was really overrated!”
Almost all you can see are Johannesburg's slums; there are hardly any urban facilities, no communication facilities, sewers, garbage stations, or public service facilities.
The residents' houses were also extremely simple, built with simple stone tiles.
Of course, it's not without bustling areas, with wealthy neighborhoods not far apart. It's full of life and vitality, with parks and lawns covering about one-tenth of the city's area. The city is divided into north and south sections by the railway, presenting a bright and beautiful scene.
Hawke chuckled. "I've been here once. North Africa is full of such extreme cities. Speaking of which, we have to thank Mandela... He was a saint to the whole world, but a sinner to his own country."
He is called a saint of the world because he resisted apartheid, which forcibly confined 1000 million black people to 12% of North Africa's territory, and became the leader of the ANC's armed group, Umkhonto we Sizwe (Spear of the Nation).
As a result, he received more than 100 awards, including the Nobel Peace Prize, and gained recognition from countries including the United States, Russia, China, and Arab countries. He also received honorary doctorates from prestigious universities around the world, including Harvard and Cambridge.
In short, Mandela gained recognition across ideologies, races, religions, and cultures, becoming a true great man of the early 21st century.
such a pity.
Mandela was only suited to be an intellectual leader, not a ruler. He could provide ideas and set an example of extreme behaviors that ordinary people could not do.
However, his thoughts and ideas are mostly universal and may not be suitable for a particular country or nation.
Once he applies his universal ideas to governing the country, it means disaster is coming...
Driven by personal gain and loss, and even for the sake of a good reputation, he completely disregarded the trap set by the extreme left-wing forces in the West, turning a developed country into a garbage nation. Such a failed president is rare in the world...
The more turbulent a place is, the more it becomes a playground for tycoons to make huge profits. It is thanks to Mandela's existence that North Africa has become another paradise for big tycoons like Hawke.
North Africa's isolated virus laboratory base.
Hawke began examining the various experimental data records left behind by Stern.
"Young Master, can you understand these experimental data?"
Barney exclaimed in surprise.
"Why wouldn't I understand?" Hawke chuckled and said, "Do you really think I'm a brainless playboy?"
Barney choked.
If not understanding these experimental data means you're brainless, then he probably isn't either.
Hawke was, after all, a physics teacher at a top university in his previous life. Compared to top talents like those in Marvel, he was a bit lacking, but he still had two doctoral degrees in engineering. Although they weren't exactly related to the Extremis virus, he had studied it after obtaining the data on it.
Moreover, the Extremis virus has already been successfully developed, and Stern has a record of successful experiments. If Hawke still can't handle this, he might as well go and kill himself.
Hawke continued browsing, his head down: "Hmm, Stern's abilities are truly impressive. While his success rate remains at 50%, the fatality rate on failure has dropped to 20% again."
Barney!
Hawke watched with great interest, then suddenly snapped his fingers and said:
"Arrange a test subject for me. I'll operate the Extremis virus experiment."
"what?"
Barney asked again, looking bewildered, because he suspected he had misheard Hawke.
"I said, arrange a test subject for me!"