Liu Handong flew from southern Iraq to Pakistan on a dilapidated Soviet-made An-26 transport plane, and met in Islamabad with the arms dealer introduced by Luo Han.
The arms dealer is a man of medium build, with a fat head, a shaved head, and a shiny face, but when he shakes his hand, he can feel that he is an expert.
"Nice to meet you, my surname is Zhao, Zhao Qian Sun Li's Zhao, glorious Hui." The fat man took out his business card and presented it with both hands. The beautifully printed business card had the words "Yongchang Industry and Trade" printed on it. Those who didn't know it thought it was for daily necessities.
Export company.
Both parties are cheerful people, and the business is going very smoothly. Hongying No. 5 is an imitation of the Soviet Sam 7. The technology in the 1960s has lagged behind the times, and the army has eliminated it. There is a large number of them in the warehouse, and the price is cheaper.
Normally, it is US$1,500 per piece. This is the ex-factory price and does not include shipping. It is so cheap that it is like giving it away for free. The contract was signed quickly and the goods were shipped from the Army warehouse in Pakistan and airlifted to Iraq.
It turns out that these Chinese-made anti-aircraft missiles were military supplies that aided Pakistan. It is said that the ownership should be owned by the Pakistani military. I don’t know why Yongchang Industry and Trade is so wild that it can actually free up arms and sell them.
"This batch of materials was purchased in the name of waste products." Zhao Hui, an honest man, explained this way, and added, "General Raheel and I are good friends."
Liu Handong spent money to rent an IL-76 cargo plane to transport the first batch of supplies back to Iraq, and declared them to customs in the name of plumbing equipment. In fact, Iraq was in chaos, the customs was ineffective, and arms smuggling was rampant. A lot of arms flowed into ISIS through regular channels.
In his hands, the little business Liu Handong did was not considered big.
But here comes the problem. The scrap rate of this batch of Hongying No. 5 is relatively high. Six out of ten of them failed to fire. However, they were fine during the test firing in Pakistan. Liu Handong called Zhao Hui and filed a claim against him.
Zhao Hui said slowly: "Brother, I have told you that these arms are scrapped, otherwise they would be given to you so cheaply? I will give you a solution. In fact, the missiles are good, but the thermal battery has expired. You can
Just spend money on a batch of thermal batteries."
The thermal battery under the portable anti-aircraft missile is a military reserve battery with an extremely long shelf life. When stored, it is a non-conductive solid electrolyte. After firing, the internal heating agent is ignited to melt the electrolyte into an ion conductor and is activated. The technology does not count.
Advanced, but shelf-stable, with a validity period of more than ten years. These missiles were imported in the 1980s and have expired. They are properly scrapped.
"So, what's the price of the battery?" Liu Handong asked patiently. He felt that he had been deceived by the other party.
"You know, the production of Sam 7 has been discontinued. It is impossible for the military factory to reopen the production line. Therefore, this kind of battery is priceless and unmarketable. I can only help you get it from other places. So, it is cheaper for you, three thousand and five hundred.
One hundred dollars for a battery is enough to make a friend." Zhao Hui said easily and sincerely.
Liu Handong thought for a while and said: "I'll think about it." He put down the phone and cursed, cheating me. This is a standard commercial fraud, but Zhao Hui is right, accessories are more expensive than the whole machine. Not all 4S stores are like this.
The customer's?
This kind of underhand trick didn't help. Liu Handong, an arms dealer with a background as an automobile soldier, found a lead-acid battery for automobiles, studied it for a long time, connected the wires to the missile, turned it on, and it worked.
"Manager Zhao, go ahead and eat shit." Liu Handong laughed heartily. However, the battery can only meet urgent needs. It's fine for personal use, but it's not good for using it as arms for takeout. A thousand missiles is too much, so Colin resisted.
The organization definitely can't handle such a large amount of equipment. One hundred pieces of equipment are enough, and the rest must be drained out. It's not up to standard to match the car battery.
He thought about it and thought of An Xin. Isn't this woman working on a new energy project?
Liu Handong called An Xin and described his needs to her. An Xin replied that he could, but it would take at least half a year to develop the mold, design the mold, and arrange the production line. Moreover, the order quantity was too small, which would directly lead to an increase in the unit price, which would probably cost a lot of money.
will be low.
"It's urgent, the sooner the better, the price is not a problem." Liu Handong said that he has limited channels and can't call the shots and have friends and acquaintances all over the world. When encountering difficulties, he has to resort to improvised methods and make do with what he has.
One day later, An Xin sent an email saying that he had come up with an alternative plan. He used a high-energy lithium battery pack with a recommended interface and connected it to electrical appliances. Although it was not up to military level, it would have certain effects on the use environment.
The storage period is not long enough, but it can be supplied within a week.
Liu Handong said yes, opened the computer and transferred 50,000 US dollars of R&D funds to An Xin. A week later, the product was in place. After some troubles, the matching battery was sent over, and it worked, so Liu Handong became the portable portable device in the Middle East.
The largest seller of anti-aircraft missiles, the price is cheap and the quantity is plentiful, each one costs US$5,000, and training is included. Customers from Palestine, Syria, Lebanon and other places flocked to the store.
The desert area has a large temperature difference between day and night. The sun shines brightly during the day, but it is very cold at night. Liu Handong does not often stay overnight in the military camp because he is worried about being bombed. These days, there are satellites in space and drones in the sky, and the resolution is at the centimeter level.
There is absolutely no secret at all. Colin's Resistance Organization acts as a pawn of the CIA to cause chaos for the Saied regime. In fact, the China they are dealing with is no different from the time when China had to endure the bombing of its embassy by the Americans. There is no guarantee that it will be able to cruise one day.
The missile flew over.
Therefore, unless Liu Handong had no choice, he usually returned to Dubai to coordinate the business. Today, the wind and sand were so strong that the helicopter could not take off, so he temporarily stayed in the camp and lived in a single tent. He didn't eat enough in the afternoon and his stomach growled because of hunger.
Arrange for orderlies to cook.
Ten minutes later, a soldier came in with a tray. Liu Handong took the noodles and couldn't help but marveled. This cook is very skilled. He can make good ramen noodles. The noodles are of standard capillary size. Sprinkled with beef slices and bright green coriander, he can cook them in the desert.
It’s a real pleasure to eat Lanzhou cuisine like this.
The soldier was short and squat, with the brim of his hat held low. He turned around and went out. Liu Handong lowered his head and smelled the smell of ramen. This was the taste of his hometown, one clear, two white, three red, four green and five yellow, paired with carefully prepared chili oil. It was fragrant.
It's scary. Arabs don't use tableware and eat with their right hand, so Liu Handong always carries a pair of silver chopsticks with him to reflect his "Korean" identity. He took out his chopsticks and was about to eat when he suddenly heard someone talking outside and using
is in Chinese.
"It's pretty annoying to have someone stay up late at night," one person said.
"Yeah, I spit in the soup, let the idiot eat it, you damn fool."
Liu Handong suddenly opened the tent curtain. In fact, the two people were quite far away, and the wind carried their conversation. When they saw the victim coming out, the two compatriots gave a dry cough and walked away as if nothing happened.
"You, come here." Liu Handong pointed at the guy who came over and said, he also spoke in Chinese.
The short guy lowered his head and slowly walked over.
"Eat this bowl of noodles." Liu Handong pointed at the ramen and said.
The boy said nothing, lowered his head, ate all the noodles and drank the soup. He stood up and snapped to attention, his eyes were unyielding, and his face was unyielding and contemptuous.
Liu Handong had already recognized that this boy was Zhu Xiaoqiang, with whom he had an indissoluble bond. He thought he had returned to China long ago, but he did not expect that he was still living a life of licking blood in the Middle East. At least he was an acquaintance, so Liu Handong decided to help Zhu Xiaoqiang.
"Chinese?"
"yes!"
"Oh, me too."
"Huh?" Zhu Xiaoqiang's eyes changed obviously and became softer, but then became expressionless again, because the difference in status exceeded the feelings between compatriots.
"Sit down and let's talk." Liu Handong didn't intend to reveal his true identity, he just wanted to help the other person.
Taking the cigarette handed over by Liu Handong, Zhu Xiaoqiang scratched his head: "I thought you were a stick."
"I'm from Yanbian, where are you from? How long have you been here?" Liu Handong said.
Zhu Xiaoqiang smiled sarcastically, wondering what medicine the boss was selling in his gourd.
"I am from Anhui. I came here as a labor force. I was deceived and moved to several places before finally becoming a soldier."
"How are you doing here? Do you want to go home? I can help you." Liu Handong asked the other party directly without making any detours.
Zhu Xiaoqiang took a deep drag on the cigarette, scratched his scalp a few times, and said: "I can't go back. I haven't saved enough money. I can earn two thousand U.S. dollars a month in military pay here without risking my life on the front line. I'll go back to China."
What can I do? My mother is old and can no longer grow crops. I have to support her."
"How many Chinese like you are there in the guerrillas?"
"A dozen or so, all of them were deceived by labor service companies. Some are from Henan, some are from Anhui, some are from Jiangdong, and some are from Fujian and Guangdong." Zhu Xiaoqiang counted on his fingers, "But they are all doing logistics and fighting.
We still have to rely on those desperadoes from Chechnya and Syria.”
"What do you think of their performance?" Liu Handong asked casually, having already decided to end the conversation.
"They're a piece of shit. They can't cook, and they can't fight. If it were our People's Liberation Army, it would only take one battalion to take down Tajikati in one day. These guys have big beards, wear long robes, and are fierce.
Damn it, he looks brutal, and he is very timid in fighting. Standing far away and firing a gun will only waste bullets..." Zhu Xiaoqiang kept talking, and Liu Handong was bored, so he waved his hand and said, "You can go and have a rest.
"
Zhu Xiaoqiang scratched his head, stood up and left. After a while, he came back with a tray. This time, in addition to a bowl of ramen, there was also a lunch box of soy sauce beef and a bottle of whiskey.
"Compatriot, I'm treating you." Zhu Xiaoqiang smiled plainly, put down the tray and left.
…
In the early morning, Liu Handong was sleeping in a daze when he suddenly heard someone shouting for an air strike. He got up excitedly and jumped out of the tent. He saw a light attack aircraft painted in desert camouflage colors swooping over.
The 23mm cannon sprayed orange flames.
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