Mongolia, Ulaanbaatar, means ‘Red Hero City’ in Mongolia.

But this place was originally called Kulun, and the last time it belonged to the flower planter was nearly a hundred years ago. A Beiyang general named Xu Shuzheng jumped into the city with a horse and whipped it, killing the rebellious Outer Mongolia Buddha to the death.

But since then, it has been difficult for the flower planter to return to the big lake where Su Wu shepherded more than two thousand years ago. Because there is an additional country called Mongolia in the middle.

Speaking of which, the flower-growing family does not have a real neighboring country with its own friendship. Mongolia, located in the inland, occupies a pit and does not shit. It only has more than 3 million people with a huge land of more than 1.5 million square kilometers. It is extremely anti-China, but it is really hateful.

More than half a month before the opening of this year's Cannes Film Festival, a Slav from Europe arrived at Genghis Khan International Airport in Ulaanbaatar. He was of medium figure and not good-looking, so he stopped a taxi outside the airport.

"Where to go?" The one who was stopped was a 'black car'. The driver looked up and down at the Slavs, evaluating whether this was a fat sheep.

"Go to the Ministry of Defense." The Slavs got into the car, threw out a hundred dollars in bills generously, and said in a low voice: "Don't give me a detour, otherwise you will be the one who is unlucky."

The driver was quite curious after taking the US dollar, but was frightened by the aura of the foreigner in front of him and did not dare to do anything randomly. He honestly sent this person to the Ministry of National Defense of the Mongolian People's Army in Ulaanbaatar.

There were few Mongolians and few military personnel. Moreover, due to the years of control of the Soviet Union, many Russian soldiers are still retained in their army. After the Slav arrived at the Ministry of Defense, he reported his name, and soon a tall, hairy officer walked out with a laugh.

"Ah... Chekov, what are you damn hyena running to me?" The officer Mao Bear gave the Slavs a hug, "Come on, I know you are definitely not here to chat with me. But there are still a lot of good wine in my office, which will definitely satisfy you."

The Slav said nothing, and followed Officer Mao Xiong into the office and carefully noticed whether anyone was staring at him. When the office door was closed, he took off his coat, sat straight to the sofa and said, "Wasilev, I need you to do me a little favor."

The Mao Bear Officer just laughed and waited to listen to what was behind.

"One million dollars. Arrange me a good fighter jet in your air base." Slav Chekov said.

"Oh..., a fighter plane is arranged for one million dollars?" Officer Mao Bear grabbed a bottle of vodka and two cups from a cabinet, poured it into one cup and handed it out. "You are so generous. Then this means that there are considerable risks in meeting your requirements."

"If you don't agree, I can find someone else. As long as you give the guard a hundred dollars, someone will definitely help me contact the officers of the Air Force Office of the Mongolian Defense Ministry. A hundred thousand dollars can make the waste jump up happily." Chekov seemed to be careless and had many ways.

But the officer Mao Xiong was unmoved. He grabbed a chair and sat down on the back of the chair, and said with a smile: "You know that they are waste, so you won't look for them. You will only look for useful people like me. Let's talk, what do you want to do with a fighter plane?"

"You'd better not worry too much. I just want a fighter jet that can take off normally with full fuel. Even if it's a little behind, it's fine. As long as it can drive into the sky, it's fine." Chekov said.

But the officer Maoxiong shook his head and said, "It's not that I don't want to arrange fighter jets for you, but you have to know that the Mongolian air force is a joke. Their most advanced ones are just MiG-21s, which don't even have radars, and they are very poorly maintained. For this reason, pilots in this country rarely take off several times a year."

"I have thought of this problem, too." After moaning for a few moments, "I can get the plane and the pilot. Just let the airport allow landing, and don't worry about anything next. Anyway, Mongolia's radar air defense network does not exist at all, and no one can notice a fighter plane flying over."

Mongolia has a vast land and sparse population, and its military facilities are loose. The border is basically the same as the emperor's new clothes, and it can enter and exit casually. Russia is so poor that it is dying of poverty over the years, and the radar system on the Mongolian border is similar to a sieve.

"It's okay. There are many abandoned airports in Mongolia. I can find someone to clean one of them. Your people and the plane come and just need to fill up the fuel and take off again. No one will notice the whole process. No matter what happens, I just think that I don't know."

Chekov and the Mao Xiong officer reached an agreement, and a deposit of 500,000 was immediately received. An abandoned airport near Ulaanbaatar completed the preliminary cleaning within one day, and all unrelated people at the airport were driven away. The Mao Xiong officer personally acted as a navigation guide and a fighter plane flew over from the north.

But when the fighter plane landed, the officer Mao Bear, who had received $500,000, jumped up in surprise, "Chekov, what are you doing? Why let this fighter plane fly over?"

Chekov has been with Officer Mao Xiong this day, and he was relieved to see the fighter plane landing smoothly. He said frankly: "Wasilev, be quiet, be quiet.

I can't get an advanced fighter jet in service from the regular army's hangar, and it's simple to get a MiG-21 and the like from the warehouse. But the MiG-21 does not have a good radar or good weapons.

In order to avoid the goal and make the operation fail, I simply brought the prototype from the test flight field of Gongqingcheng. Don't worry, this fighter is already close to mass production and has good performance. As long as it flies into the sky, my target will not be able to escape."

"No, no, you can't do this! I thought you would at most have a Su-27 or MiG-29, but you drove the most advanced Russian fighter jets over.

You group of borers were destroyed by you for money. Now you are back to steal, this is betrayal. You must return this plane."

Officer Mao Bear was furious on the airport runway. He didn't care what the hyena in front of him was doing in Mongolia, but he couldn't tolerate the other party making jokes about Russia's best future fighter jets. However, when he was furious, he felt a numbness on his side and twitching with a plop.

Chekov held the injection gun that fired ricin in his hand and looked coldly at the dying 'friend' who fell to the ground, "Wasilev, the Soviet you miss has long become history! You are just a fool, very naive. It just so happens that I don't plan to pay my other half."

Leaving the dying person on the ground, Chekov waved his hand from the airport to call out the ground crew he brought to him. They first opened the cabin and let the pilot come out, and then conducted a simple test on the fighter.

The pilot saw the officer Mao Bear who had just fallen to the ground. While taking off his helmet, he also said to Chekov with vigilance: "You shouldn't want to kill me later, right?"

Chekov scratched his chin and said, "The five million dollars in rewards have been paid. The goal will appear tomorrow. After you complete the task, you will fly the plane and leave directly. No one will make things difficult for you.

The whole mission process is very simple, and no one knows what happened afterwards. You won’t tell me that you can’t take a passenger plane, right?”

The pilot nodded slightly, his face finally opened with a smile and said, "No problem, I will make the person you want to kill die as if he has encountered an air crash."
Chapter completed!