Barnes said: "I have to admit that your words have some meaning. I will consider it, but first I have to follow my plan."
Liu Handong said: "There are no plans or plans. Now that we are partners, we have to discuss everything."
Barnes raised his head and stared at Liu Handong sternly. He looked down on this Chinese, but he had to admit that this guy was very capable, courageous, and lucky.
"You have the resources and I have the funds. Together we can do a good job in this business. With our ancient Chinese philosophy and wisdom, we can satisfy almost everyone. You will get praise from your boss, awards from the government, and many additional benefits.
, I got what I wanted, it was more than a win-win situation, everyone was happy." Liu Handong stood up, put a file bag on the table, looked at the Zou Baba suit on Barnes with pity and said to buy a good suit.
"When you need me, call me." Liu Handong left without looking back.
Barnes opened the file bag and took a look. Inside were U.S. dollar bills, no more, no less, about fifty thousand U.S. dollars. He couldn't help but swallowed. This was his salary for a year. Field agents had subsidies, and there were
Gray income is an unspoken rule in the intelligence community, but it can be divided into two types: those who know how to play and those who don't. Barnes is exactly the type who doesn't know how to play. He has always had tight money and has never had enough money.
Business is all business. Liu Handong’s words are so philosophical. Exxon Mobil and the senators are doing business, Zhongyanhuang and those yellow-skinned monkeys are also doing business. The so-called national interests are just cloaked in the cloak of justice.
Well, all of this is business.
Looking back on those days, when Barnes was still a young sergeant in the U.S. Army, how many soldiers were sickened by depleted uranium bombs during the Gulf War. The government failed to shoulder its responsibilities. The U.S. military had been stationed in Iraq for many years, and thousands of people died. All of this was for
, it is not so much the interests of the United States as it is the interests of those arms dealers and politicians. Young people in the United States have sacrificed their lives for these illusory things, and they have also wasted their time. People who are almost fifty years old have accomplished nothing.
He is still a small low-level agent.
I can't continue to be in such a hazy state, Barnes made up his mind.
…
The next day, Barnes and Liu Handong went to a prison on the outskirts of Kabul and picked up Ahmed Saleh, who was serving his sentence.
The poor old man Abdul died long ago due to complications caused by the gunshot wound, while Ahmed was taken to prison on some trumped-up charges and sentenced to twenty-five years in prison at random. Needless to say,
This is the result of the CIA's operation. It is safest to control people for later use and put them in prison.
"Do you always like to judge others for twenty-five years?" Liu Handong asked Barnes, who was speechless.
Ahmed is a simple boy from the mountains of Afghanistan. He grew up in the war. He has not read much and has limited experience. How can he fight against these cunning guys? He thought his release was due to John Lin.
Mr. Qi is helping, and I shed tears of gratitude.
Liu Handong was deeply aware of this. When he was in prison, he once despaired and became deeply depressed. After thinking about it carefully, he realized that putting himself in prison was not in the interests of the Americans and should only be a temporary measure.
, Slowly, the more I thought about it, the more I understood, and I stopped worrying. I concentrated on reading and exercising, waiting to soar into the sky.
Ahmed could no longer recognize Liu Handong after plastic surgery. He only knew Mr. John Lynch. He knew that Mr. Lynch was an American who worked in a British company and knew many big shots. He rescued him from prison.
He is a great benefactor, but he has no idea that he is in prison because of this gentleman.
John's acting skills were very good. He actually shed tears while holding Ahmed. He said, don't worry about your child. I will take you away from here and go back to your grandfather's homeland to inherit the share of the family business that should belong to you.
Ahmed opened his eyes with confusion and was at a loss. He was homeless and could only follow Mr. Lynch's arrangements.
Liu Handong watched with cold eyes.
There are currently only three male successors to the Colin Saleh family. One is Said's son Amir, and the other is Prince Fahd's youngest son. They are still under Said's control, and the other is living in exile.
Ahmed, the little prince overseas, married him, but the old Abdul was dead, so it was not easy to gain the approval of the tribal chiefs.
Fortunately, Abdul left many relics, royal emblems, photos, etc., which can prove the old man's identity as the third prince. However, the relationship between Ahmed and Abdul is difficult to prove. The best way is
It is to verify Ahmed's DNA and compare it with Said to confirm his royal identity, but this is simply impossible to achieve.
Liu Handong was not worried about this. Those rebels in ancient China who used banners as tiger skins could just pull a shepherd boy from the wild and say it was the descendant of a certain emperor. What the ancients did, couldn't modern people still do it?
Agent Barnes spent some time teaching Ahmed to speak Arabic. The child was born in the mountains of Afghanistan and could only speak Pashto. Fortunately, Pashto absorbed a lot of Arabic and Persian phrases and words.
It also uses improved Arabic letters, so it is relatively easy to learn.
"I want to train him to be a prince in the shortest possible time." Agent Barnes said.
…
The actions went hand in hand. Liu Handong returned to South Korea, took a cargo ship to sea, and met a North Korean cargo ship on the high seas. The ship was small in tonnage and stained with rust. It flew the flag of the Democratic Republic of Korea and the crew members were all
He is sallow and thin, but his eyes are radiant.
This was a sea deal, and both sides were very nervous. They set up machine guns and rocket launchers, ready for a fight at any time. After all, the North Koreans had done too many dirty things.
But when Cui Zhenghao showed up, the atmosphere suddenly changed. The leader of the other party hugged Xiao Cui warmly, and asked his people to put away their guns and start delivery. The two ships were stuck together and the cargo was hoisted over with cables. They were all tonnage.
Each of the small wooden boxes was opened and inspected with a crowbar. Inside the shavings was a Type 58 automatic rifle made in North Korea. The quality was not great, but the price was low and no complicated approval documents were required.
You can buy it if you have cash.
The goods traded in this round are 500 automatic rifles, supporting ammunition, as well as some squad machine guns and grenades. They are all long-outdated Soviet-style light weapons. They are very durable and are most suitable for fighting guerrilla warfare in desert areas.
Cash was available, and the payment here was genuine U.S. dollar cash. This transaction cost Liu Handong a total of US$500,000. After the money and goods were settled, the two parties shook hands and parted ways.
Cui Zhenghao looked at the cargo ship going away and said: "That guy and I were colleagues in the Security Department, and now he has been transferred to the Central Committee of the Workers' Party."
Liu Handong said: "Is your Party Central Committee still doing business?"
"Of course we do. Arms, drugs, and counterfeit money are all the business of Room 39 of the Workers' Party. This country is simply..." Xiao Cui murmured to himself and sighed, not sure whether it was to cherish his memory or to feel grateful.
The cargo ship flying the Korean Bagua flag rides the wind and waves and heads for the Middle East. It enters the South China Sea from the Sea of Japan through the Taiwan Strait, crosses the Strait of Malacca and enters the turbid Indian Ocean. It then heads west and north, passing through the Arabian Sea and entering the Persian Gulf. Its final destination is Kota Kinabalu.
Lin Kingdom.
In the early morning, Liu Handong was sleeping in the cabin at the stern of the ship. Suddenly he heard the siren. He jumped out of bed and rushed out of the cabin door and ran into the bridge. The captain pointed at the gray warship in the distance and said nervously: "American!"
What came was a Perry-class frigate from the Fifth Fleet of the U.S. Navy, equipped with naval guns, standard anti-ship missiles and helicopters. It was performing anti-terrorism missions. One of the important items was the arms embargo, which targeted ISIS and Iran. However,
At the end of the day, who can tell who owns these weapons?
It was too late to run. The cargo ship could not outrun the warship, and it was impossible to fight. Liu Handong ordered to stop the ship and cooperate with the inspection.
The frigate and the cargo ship maintained a safe distance, and the naval guns were pointed at this side. Small boats and helicopters were dispatched. A helicopter full of marines hovered above the cargo ship deck. The fully armed soldiers lowered themselves down and controlled the crew first.
, start checking the warehouse.
Liu Handong had already finished the satellite phone call and stood on the bridge of the ship watching these people busy indifferently.
The weapons hidden in the bilge were quickly pulled out, and the inspectors were very excited. They had finally caught a big fish after being in the Persian Gulf for so long. They handcuffed the captain with plastic handcuffs and prepared to put him in a helicopter and take him away for severe torture.
But a sudden order came from the warship, asking them to release the people, leave the cargo, and evacuate the cargo ship.
The inspectors could not understand why they had to let the arms traffickers go after they caught them, but the bounden duty of soldiers was to obey orders, so they angrily released the prisoners and left the freighter.
As the frigate went away, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, they didn't understand what happened. They just thought that the boss was so awesome that even Americans had to obey him.
In the end, the freighter anchored near MapleStory, which is considered high seas, and further ahead is the area patrolled by the Royal Navy of Colin. It became a truly risky operation.
Liu Handong directed the crew to use small boats to transport the weapons to the island, using the island as a transfer station, and then use the small boats to transport the weapons ashore like ants moving them, and hand them over to the resistance organization.
Colin's underground resistance organization was originally funded by Prince Fahd, and later evolved into an army formed by religious figures who survived the disaster to fight against Said's secular regime. It has strong combat effectiveness, but lacks weapons. The soldiers from the East
This batch of guns and ammunition made them even more powerful.
In a tent in the desert, Liu Handong and John Barnes met again.
"Have you counted the numbers?" Liu Handong asked. His current identity is the underground weapons supplier of the CIA. The Yankees have to be both agents and erecting monuments. Simple things are very complicated. Subverting Saiyi
The weapons used by the German regime were purchased from unrelated third parties.
"Yes, the quality is just a little bit off." Agent Barnes was from the Army and had his own views on small arms. He even believed that even the M4 carbine was a heresy and that the only gun used by real Army soldiers was the M16A1.
"Firearms are consumables." Liu Handong said, "Now you can pay."
"Of course, five million dollars, right? You can offer me six million dollars," Agent Barnes said coldly.