Golden Fishery

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On June 10, at St. Johns Airport, a Fokker F50 small passenger plane slowly landed on the runway.

This is a small airliner with only 60 seats. It is a regional transport aircraft. It uses a twin-engine turboprop engine. It has been developed for 30 years, but because of its simple maintenance and low fuel consumption, it has always been very popular in North America. popular.

The plane stopped, and Mao Weilong, who was carrying a saber travel bag and a hand-held travel bag, came out. He looked at the plane through the corridor glass, and muttered: "Canada has such a small plane. It's very interesting. It's the stewardess." The quality is too bad, absolutely bad review!"

Muttering all the way, under the guidance of the flight attendant on the ground, he arrived at the airport hall and took the rest of his luggage from the conveyor belt—there were eight suitcases alone! Add up the big and small bags, and the number is in double digits!

After paying 100 yuan for an electric transport car, Mao Weilong left the airport and called Qin Shiou.

The phone was dialed out, but no one answered, Mao Weilong scratched his head, feeling a little nervous. The bird was still answering the phone before boarding the plane just now, should I tell him the time to get off the plane? Why is no one answering the phone?

The electric transport vehicle at the airport only delivered the luggage to the exit gate, and the young man driving the car kindly reminded: "Sir, are you here to visit St. John's? Do you need me to call you a car?"

Mao Weilong dialed the phone again, shook his head and said, "Thank you. No need, my friend is here to pick me up."

The young man didn't speak any more, he helped Mao Weilong unload his luggage, said "I wish you a good time" and left.

Mao Weilong waited anxiously on the side of the road, when a taxi drove over and asked if he wanted a ride, but he quickly refused.

Soon, a domineering and luxurious Cadillac drove over. When Mao Weilong saw the car, he didn't need to look at the photo to know that Qin Shiou was here.

When the car stopped, Qin Shiou got out of the car with a smile, and gave him a bear hug without saying a word.

"How is it? Are you tired? It must have been hard to drive all the way here."

"Tired,

But I won't be tired after seeing you, haha, you did a good job, you actually drove President One! But what about my luggage? "

Looking at the huge pile of luggage, Qin Shiou grinned and smiled wryly, you must have moved here, kid. I'm planning to find a consignment truck to help transport the luggage.

Mao Weilong had a distasteful and active temper. He was almost suffocated to death when no one spoke for more than ten hours on the plane. So seeing Qin Shiou chatting all kinds of things, he finally pulled Qin Shiou mysteriously and asked, "Hey, what surprise did you say you brought me when we met? Cough..."

A large Ford F150 pickup truck drove over quickly, and then the door opened, and two tall, fat and strong men got out of the car and came towards them.

The two men who appeared were dressed in white shirts, black ties, and black suits. There are big Tyrannosaurus sunglasses on his face, only showing half of his face and the thick beard on his chin. Mao Weilong took a look, and felt a tyrannical air coming towards him. Get out of the way quickly.

However, this matter was destined to come to them, and it was useless for him to avoid it. A big man walked up to Qin Shiou and said coldly, "Hello, Mr. Qin from Daqin Fishing Ground?"

Mao Weilong was taken aback for a moment, he noticed that Qin Shiou's expression suddenly changed, and he secretly felt something was wrong.

Qin Shiou coughed and said, "I'm sorry, we've already found a consignment truck, so we don't need your pickup...Xiao Wulang, run with me..."

As he said that, he threw away the suitcase in his hand and pulled Mao Weilong to run away.

Mao Weilong was dumbfounded, what is this all about?

Another big man with a more fierce face rushed up to block Qin Shiou's way, surrounded by two violent big men, Mao Weilong panicked and shouted: "Police, security..."

Clamping two people, the two big men each hugged one, opened the door and pushed the two of them into the car, and then sat in.

"Let me get out of the car, you..." Mao Weilong yelled while struggling, but he closed his mouth halfway through the sentence. He was horrified to see that the stern and neatly dressed young man in the driver's seat took out an m1911a1 pistol!

A big man got into the passenger seat, took out a pistol casually, and said coldly: "Mr. Qin, you'd better ask your friend to be quiet, we just want to invite you to visit, there is no other meaning."

As a military fan, Mao Weilong recognized at a glance that the gun in the big man's hand was the world-famous Glock 17, and because of family reasons, he had played with real guns many times, and now he can tell that the guns in the hands of these two men , are not fakes!

Now Mao Weilong was a little scared, he looked at Qin Shiou anxiously, feeling very depressed, what the hell is this all about? I obviously came to visit the local tyrants to relax, why was I tied up with the local tyrants?

He turned his head to look, and found that Qin Shiou's face was calm, his hands were holding the phone behind him and his fingers were beating rapidly, obviously sending messages blindly.

Not knowing what was going on, Mao Weilong didn't dare to speak, and could only look at Qin Shiou eagerly.

Qin Shiou smiled at him, but the smile was pale no matter how you looked at it: "Don't be afraid, it's okay, the bosses of these people are interested in my fishery, and we are negotiating the sale price."

Mao Weilong's heart sank, and he immediately guessed what was going on. Apparently, Qin Shiou's fishing ground was taken by a mang boss, and he wanted to buy and sell by force. Qin Shiou probably didn't want to, so this guy did it directly!

The car started and slowly drove onto the airport expressway. Mao Weilong was very anxious. This is not in China, and his family power is useless at all!

After sending out the message, Qin Shiou pushed the phone away under the seat cushion. Mao Weilong didn't know exactly what happened, and he didn't dare to interrupt at will, racking his brains to imagine how to solve the current crisis.

In the end, although he had an old man in front of the police chief, this was the first time a virgin had ever met a young lady.

Looking at the two black pistols in front of him, Mao Weilong felt extremely sad. He had hoped that Qin Shiou would bring him a little surprise, but the surprise came, and it was a big surprise!

After enjoying this surprise, he has to think about his own result. Judging from the current situation, a very likely result is that major domestic media will release a news tomorrow:

A civil servant went to Canada to travel and lost contact, and was found dead in the wild again. The Ministry of Foreign Affairs of China protested...

This result is already relatively good. If it is close, it will be a year later that some media will release such news: a civil servant went to Canada to travel and lost contact, and he has no trace so far. Domestic netizens clap their hands and applaud...

In his wild imagination, the car drove off the highway and entered a small path, which became more and more desolate as it drove.

This made Mao Weilong secretly hate. For the first time, he felt that it is good for his country to set up toll stations on expressways. If someone got stuck in this car just now, they might be rescued.

The car continued to look forward, and when it reached an intersection, two assault vehicles rushed out from both sides of the intersection.

These two cars are painted in green camouflage, both are Land Rover-Brave K assault vehicles, and there is a line of jtf-2 written in large white characters on the front of the car.

"Damn it! jtf!" The coldness of the driver suddenly changed, he stepped on the brakes heavily, the Mercedes-Benz Ford F150 braked suddenly, the thick wheels rubbed against the ground, the front of the car stopped and the rear of the car swung forward, and it came to a sideways stop down.

At the same time, when the assault vehicle appeared, Qin Shiou pulled Mao Weilong down and shouted: "Hide, this is the elite of the Canadian Second Joint Mission Commando!"

Mao Weilong knows that Canada's second joint mission commando is an emergency special anti-terrorist force established by Canada with the assistance of the Delta Force of the United States. It is second only to the brave and skilled emergency special forces in Canada.

He guessed at once that Qin Shiou was secretly sending text messages on his mobile phone behind his back just now, so he should have called the police. (It’s a great event to drop pie in the sky, cool mobile phones are waiting for you! Follow up~click/Chinese website official account (add friends on WeChat-add official account-enter qdread), and participate immediately! Everyone has a prize, now immediately Pay attention to the qdread WeChat public account!) (to be continued)