Chapter 650 Boiled Bloodied Intestines

Wang Zheng's head.But at this moment, he suddenly felt a heavy blow to his crotch, followed by excruciating pain that made him feel powerless all over as he clutched his private parts and fell to the...Chapter 650 Bo Xierwang

"It's a disaster! A bloody disaster!" Wang Zheng said with a gloomy expression, "Your period just started, right It must be very heavy."

"Yes, it is quite heavy." Zhang Mingqi blushed slightly; talking about such topics with the man she loved made her heart race.

Wang Zheng’s expression changed again before he suddenly asked, "Have you ever eaten maoxirda (literally 'hairy blood soup'), then"

"Maoxierda Yes, I have. Why do you ask" Zhang Mingqi was puzzled.

“Maoxierda, never mind.” Wang Zheng chuckled awkwardly: "You are so innocent."

Two days later, Wang Zheng arrived at the designated meeting point of State Security and then took a car to the Southeast Port.

The arrangement made by State Security over these two days was that three tons of gold belonging to Chen Anshi would be transported on a cargo ship between China and South America. The ship would depart from the Southeast Port, sail for twelve days, and arrive at the designated location.

Although it was referred to as a cargo ship, it wasn't entirely so. After selling the vessel to private shipping companies, they had converted the two topmost decks into passenger cabins in order to earn more money; this way, each trip to America would be quite profitable for them.

In this era, not everyone was willing to fly, and maritime transport remained bustling.

Hé Yán didn't follow through with his previous statement and leave Wang Zheng without any support. Instead, he allowed the State Security Special Action Team to split up and disguise themselves. In no time at all, a group of elite agents were transformed into able seamen, passengers, and dockworkers on the ship. Of course, Chén nshí was unaware of this; it was already more than the state had owed him when they decided to intervene, let alone informing him about these details.

Chén nshí merely knew that State Security had sent people onto this cargo ship. As for how many, that would be extremely difficult to determine.

He brought out the three tons of gold without reservation. Compared to his son's life, what significance could these three tons of gold hold

However, Chén nshí was still cautious and knew that on foreign soil, having more people wouldn't be helpful regardless of numbers. Thus, he brought out a dozen or so capable individuals under him. Furthermore, he had already covered the outside of all the gold bricks with ceramic layers, making them appear like Chinese ceramic handicrafts at first glance.

Wang Zheng also disguised himself, wearing large sunglasses and sporting Beckham's hairstyle. He wore a specially tailored coffee-colored jacket by Blue Sea and stepped into an Imeri brand leather shoe while carrying a high-end luggage case, looking the part of a social elite.

Wait, who said our Great Official Wang isn't an elite

Wang Zheng had already received all necessary information from State Security regarding personnel distribution on board and the storage location of Chén nshí's gold. After reading through them once, he memorized everything; these details could be crucial in critical moments.

Wang Zheng didn't particularly enjoy sailing but found it preferable to flying.

This ship primarily served cargo transportation purposes, and there were few passengers on board, about a hundred or so. Wang Zheng's cabin was a single occupancy room and maintained in clean condition.

Sitting inside, Wang Zheng looked out the porthole and then locked the cabin door before pulling down the curtain. He reached under the bed and pulled out a silver-colored metal box directly.

Upon opening the box, its contents were revealed before him. If an ordinary person encountered this scene, they would likely be too stunned to speak.

The items inside included a modular MX35 sniper rifle, a box of specially made bullets, five infantry hand grenades, a micro submachine gun, a Desert Eagle pistol, and a Tiger Fang combat knife.

At the very bottom of the box was a set of standard US Delta Force camouflage uniform. This type of clothing had been widely imitated in America, making it difficult to distinguish between genuine and fake versions.

Looking at the Desert Eagle, Wang Zheng couldn’t help but shake his head. Such a gun is much larger and heavier than ordinary pistols; it's inconvenient to carry, has significant recoil which makes continuous shooting difficult, although firing it looks cool, it’s more of a hindrance in practical use.

However, this kind of firearm was highly favored by mercenaries who lived on the edge. The Desert Eagle produces large amounts of flame and loud sounds when fired, with powerful recoil that creates an intense feeling during shooting sessions. Therefore, He Yan’s intention behind equipping Wang Zheng with such a gun was well-intentioned; after all, it wouldn't be fitting for him to carry a dainty Browning pistol as an international mercenary.

Though Wang Zheng carried a dagger on his person, he was quite enamored with the powerful Tiger Fang combat knife. If you are a man, you would certainly find this kind of military knife irresistible; collecting knives can be an extremely expensive hobby.

He Yan’s preparations were thorough enough, but considering such a large box and ammunition supplies together weigh at least a hundred pounds or more, it is absolutely unrealistic to expect Wang Zheng to take all these equipment deep into America.

Of course, He Yan might have intended for Wang Zheng to selectively pick items necessary for dealing with unexpected situations on the road; he would still receive assistance from local contacts upon arrival.

For two consecutive days, Wang Zheng stayed in his room without going out. With a major battle approaching, he increased the intensity of his training to ensure his body was in optimal condition.

Sang - this heavy name weighed on Wang Zheng’s heart; since He Yan revealed this matter, it had become a thorn in his side.

This matter must ultimately have a reasonable resolution. Of course, Wang Zheng naturally hopes that the truth is not as He Yan described.

On the third day, Wang Zheng finally walked onto the deck to enjoy the sea breeze. It seems that most of the passengers could not endure the loneliness during the journey and were chatting in groups on the deck, taking photos, and enjoying the scenery of the ocean.

Dressed like a successful person with sunglasses, Wang Zheng looked at the azure sea but couldn't feel relaxed. Normally, no matter how severe the task was, he could face it with ease and joy. However, now he needed to confront Sha, who was once as close as a brotherly comrade.

Wang Zheng even dared not imagine what scene would unfold if he faced Sha directly, both pointing guns at each other's heads

"Hey, handsome, you look very melancholic," said a Chinese girl with her hair tied in a ponytail and dyed golden.

The girl was quite beautiful. Despite the weather, she wore hot pants and a short halter top barely covering her chest, revealing her pale belly. There was also a shiny little ring at her navel and a tiny butterfly-shaped tattoo beside it.

Almost instantly upon seeing her, Wang Zheng regarded this girl as a tomboy. With yellow hair, exposed belly, pierced navel, and tattoos, how many normal girls would do such things

No matter how beautiful she looked, what difference did that make Although Wang Zheng liked women, he only preferred those who were virtuous, capable homemakers, and could manage a household well. Perhaps this girl's looks and figure could attract men's attention, but if asked to take her as their girlfriend, most would certainly be unwilling. Who would want their partner exposing her belly to other men Which mother-in-law would like a daughter-in-law with tattoos

(Thank you to the supporter 'dunga'. Recently, due to wedding preparations for my friend's marriage on October 20th, I've been preoccupied and can't focus on writing. Once back from honeymoon, I will definitely write more.)ges just now left Wang Zheng feeling sore from the counterforce. He hadn’t expected Qin Yanwu, an old man with brittle bones, to actually be so sturdy; there really were people who cultivated Iron Wir...