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As the largest bank in Hong Kong, HSBC's vault defenses are naturally formidable. Li Jun had no intention of breaking into HSBC's vault; he planned to simply blow it open—simple and direct.
"gorgeous."
Li Jun looked at the large creature with a sharp head and streamlined shape in front of him and a smile appeared on his face.
It's unclear whether he meant the bomb itself was beautiful, or the HSBC vault that was exposed after being blown open by the bomb.
"Li, you really didn't intend to use this bomb to blow up the Governor's residence?"
Yuri Orlov walked up to Li Jun and asked in a low voice.
“Killing the Governor of Hong Kong would have been enough with a bullet worth eight cents. Spending $2000 million on him is a waste.”
Li Jun smiled slightly and spoke slowly.
“Wow, Lee, I didn’t expect you to say something so cool. But you can’t let my other clients hear this, or everyone will buy 8-cent bullets instead of $2000 million bombs, and my boss will hang me.”
Yuri Orlov said with a smile.
"Eureka, didn't you just say this was not for sale?"
Li Jun turned to look at Yuri Orlov, his expression a half-smile.
"Hahahaha~"
Yuri burst into laughter to cover up his embarrassment, then leaned close to Li Jun's ear and whispered, "Li, let me tell you, I have something that's truly not for sale. I wonder if you'd be interested?"
"Oh? Tell me."
Li Jun's eyes flickered slightly, and he said with a smile.
"As you know, Arminica and the Russians fought fiercely in the 50s. During those 10 years, Arminica built 24 Sherman-class destroyers and deployed them along the Atlantic defense line and the first island chain in the Pacific. Now these destroyers have been phased out, and the Arminian military is preparing to dismantle them."
"In Guandao, two Sherman-class destroyers have been put on the scrapping list. But as you know, things aren't going well for Amelica's overseas bases right now. They're all looking to make some extra money. If you can offer them a price that will tempt them, these two Sherman-class destroyers will be used as target ships and sunk at some point, then repurposed and sold for 597, whichever place you want them to be now."
"Of course, all the weapons on it will be disassembled."
At this point, Yuri leaned close to Li Jun's ear and whispered, "However, Li, given our good relationship, if you need me, I can find a way to get those Americans to only dismantle the main gun and missile bay."
After decades of development, Amellica's various overseas bases have long since become overseas kingdoms with their own chains of interests.
Amilica did try to intervene, but the people they sent either drowned in their beds or jumped to their deaths from the first floor. In the end, they had no choice but to turn a blind eye and pretend not to know anything as long as nothing serious happened.
Of course, even if something really serious happens, usually a scapegoat will step in to take the blame, while the real big shots will be punished with a slap on the wrist.
After all, Amelika needs the military force of these overseas bases to protect its global interests. In other words, these overseas bases need Amelika, but Amelika needs these overseas bases even more.
The third-generation aircraft that are suspected to be produced by Arminia, which frequently appear in the Middle East, and the tanks that are suspected to be produced by Arminia in Latin America, are all businesses of these overseas bases.
"..."
Upon hearing Yuri's words, a hint of joy flashed in Li Jun's eyes.
Li Jun had studied the warships of the Armilia. The Sherman-class destroyers were the first batch of destroyers produced by Armilia after World War II, with a normal draft of 1600 tons and a maximum draft of 2465 tons.
Most importantly, it can reach a speed of 37.7 knots, and with its range of 5640 nautical miles, even though it is a product of more than 30 years ago, it is still a formidable weapon in the South Pacific.
"What price would it take for those people on Guandao Island to risk a court-martial to sell me these two ships?"
Li Jun slowly opened his mouth and asked.
"Eighty million dollars a ship."
Yuri Olof stated a number.
"Yuri, you only sold four Kidd-class destroyers for $500 million each, and you want to sell a Sherman-class destroyer for $80 million?"
The Kidd-class destroyer is the eighth generation of destroyers since World War II, while the Sherman-class is the second generation. The difference between the two is comparable to the difference between second-generation and third-generation aircraft.
"Li, taking risks also costs money."
Yuri Orlov said with a smile.
"Two ships, $140 million."
After a moment of contemplation, Li Jun slowly spoke.
Upon hearing Li Jun's words, a hint of joy flashed in Yuri Orlov's eyes.
Such large-scale arms purchases are almost never made by private individuals, except by governments. Whether they can afford them is one thing, but the main problem is that they don't need them. Even in places like the Gulf of Yemen, the Indian Ocean, and the South Pacific, where pirates are rampant, a pre-World War II destroyer of a thousand tons is enough to navigate the waters.
Moreover, in addition to the price, the maintenance of these destroyers also costs a lot of money, which is something that private entities almost never have the means to afford.
Originally, Yuri Orlov just saw that Li Jun was able to spend $3000 million to buy weapons and decided to give it a try, but he didn't expect it to actually work.
"Li, you are truly my best brother."
At this moment, Yuri Orlov said from the bottom of his heart.
"Don't rush, Yuri, I haven't finished speaking yet. It's okay to remove the main gun and missile bay, but we'll have to throw in a few patrol boats."
Li Jun said with a smile.
"No problem. I'm sure no boss would be stingy with a big client like you."
Yuri Olof agreed immediately.
……
Late that night, on the top floor of an apartment building in Central.
‘Ring ring ring~’
A phone call woke Li Zetian up.
"Which one?"
After Li Zetian picked up the mobile phone, he asked a question.
"it's me."
Li Jun's voice came through the receiver.
"Brother Jun, what can I do for you?"
Li Zetian asked with a smile.
"Tomorrow I will have someone deliver the items to you. Take them to the HSBC vault. As for your second brother, Li Wentian, and your nephew, Li Guowei, you will have to figure out how to get them in yourself."
On the other end of the phone, Li Jun spoke slowly.
"okay, I get it."
After listening to Li Jun's words, Li Zetian nodded in agreement without hesitation.
"Li Laosi, prepare yourself mentally, don't be scared."
Li Jun said with a smile, and then hung up the phone.
'Beep beep beep~'
Listening to the busy tone from the receiver, Li Zetian pondered for a long time before slowly placing the mobile phone back on the bedside table.
"Li Jun, you're playing this game so recklessly, aren't you afraid the foreigners will fight you to the death?"
Li Zetian lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, and muttered to himself.
at the same time.
In a meeting room inside a rather large two-story building in the Southern District of Hong Kong Island.
"From now on, I want you to mobilize all your manpower and resources to keep a close watch on him."
Sowers pointed to a large photo of Li Jun beside him and spoke calmly to the twenty-odd foreigners sitting in front of him.
Among these foreigners, some wield significant power in Hong Kong Island, such as Deputy Special Branch Secretary Hau Tak-kit and Shih Hsun, while others appear unremarkable.
Without exception, these foreigners were all elite members of the Hong Kong Island Special Branch and the MI6 office in Singapore.
"Director Sawers, I have a question."
After Sowers finished speaking, former political minister Dai Anmin asked a question.
Because of Saworth's personal intervention, Dai Anmin was demoted from Director of the Hong Kong Island Office to Deputy Director.
"Director Dai Anmin, please speak."
Sowers looked at Diane and said with a smile.
"Director Sowers, what is your purpose in having us keep a close watch on Li Jun this time?"
“I don’t mean to doubt you, it’s just that we’ve been keeping a close eye on Li Jun before, but it hasn’t worked at all. This guy is too cunning, and it’s very, very difficult to find concrete evidence of his crimes.”
Dai Anmin said slowly.
Upon hearing Dai Anmin's words, Sowers smiled.
“Director Dai Anmin, let me remind you, you are now the Deputy Director of the MI6 Hong Kong Island Office, not the Director of the Political Department.”
At this point, Sowers raised his voice by seven decibels, staring at Dai Anmin and shouting, "Remember, you're a fucking secret agent now. As a policeman, you need evidence; as a politician, you need face; but as a secret agent, you don't need evidence or face. We need results, understand? Our main priority is results!"
Dai Anmin's expression was uncertain after being scolded by Sowers, but he still stood with his legs together and looked at Sowers, saying loudly, "Director Sowers, I completely understand what you mean."
"Good that you understand. I don't need any damn evidence about Li Jun. I just need to find him and make him disappear from Hong Kong Island forever. That way, whether it's the Governor's House, the British Hong Kong government, the police force, the Special Branch, or even our MI6, everyone can sleep soundly."
Sowers smiled slightly and spoke slowly.
After hearing Sowers's words, even though he had just been scolded by Sowers, Dai Anmin still grew to like his new boss, especially his work style, which made Dai Anmin feel very good.