Mongolia, Ulaanbaatar, means "Red Hero City" in Mongolian.
But this place was originally called Kulun, and the last time it belonged to a flower grower was nearly a hundred years ago. A Beiyang general named Xu Shuzheng leapt into the city with a whip and whipped his horse, and killed the rebellious Outer Mongolian Buddhas.
But since then, it has been difficult for flower growers to return to the big lake where Su Wu herded sheep more than 2,000 years ago. Because there is a country called Mongolia in the middle.
Speaking of which, flower growers have no neighbors that are truly friendly to them. Mongolia, which is located in the landlocked country, occupies a manhole and does not shit. It has only more than 3 million people and owns a huge land of more than 1.5 million square kilometers. It depends on rabbits.
Life is extremely anti-China, which is really disgusting.
More than half a month before the opening of this year's Cannes Film Festival, a Slavic man from Europe arrived at Genghis Khan International Airport in Ulaanbaatar. He was of medium build and plain-looking, and he hailed a taxi outside the airport.
"Where to go?" What was stopped was a 'black car'. The driver looked at the Slavic man up and down, mentally assessing whether this was a fat sheep.
"Go to the Ministry of National Defense." The Slavic woman got into the car, generously threw out a hundred-dollar bill, and said in a low voice: "Don't give me a detour, otherwise you will be the unlucky one."
The driver was quite curious after taking the U.S. dollars, but he was intimidated by the aura of the foreigner in front of him and did not dare to mess around. He honestly sent the man to the Ministry of Defense of the Mongolian People's Army in Ulaanbaatar.
The Mongols have few people and a small army. And because they have been controlled by the Soviet Union for many years, there are still many Russian soldiers in their army. After the Slav arrived at the Ministry of Defense, he reported his name, and soon there was a tall
Officer Mao Xiong walked out laughing.
"Ah... Chekhov, you damn hyena, why did you come here to me?" Officer Furry Bear gave the Slav a hug, "Come on, I know you are definitely not here to chat with me.
But there is still a lot of good wine in my office, which will definitely satisfy you."
The Slav didn't say a word. After following Officer Mao Xiong into the office, he carefully paid attention to whether anyone was staring at him. When the door of the office was closed, he took off his coat, sat down on the sofa and said straight to the point: "Vasile
Husband, I need you to do me a little favor."
Officer Mao Xiong just smiled and waited to hear what was going on.
"One million dollars. Arrange for me a fighter plane in good condition at your air force base." said the Slavic Chekov.
"Oh..., one million dollars to arrange a fighter plane?" Officer Mao Xiong grabbed a bottle of vodka and two glasses from a cabinet, poured a glass and handed it out, "You are really generous. Then this
It means there is considerable risk in meeting your request."
"If you don't agree, I can definitely find someone else. As long as I give the doorman a hundred dollars, someone will definitely help me contact the officers of the Air Force Department of the Mongolian Ministry of Defense. One hundred thousand dollars can make those losers jump with joy." Chekov seemed to be happy.
If you don't care, there are many ways.
But Officer Mao Xiong was unmoved. He grabbed a chair and sat down on the back of the chair. He smiled and said: "You also know that those are trash, so you won't look for them. You will only look for me to be useful."
People. Tell me, what do you want a fighter plane for?"
"You'd better not worry too much. I just want a fighter plane that is full of fuel and can take off normally. It doesn't matter even if it lags behind, as long as it can fly into the sky." Chekov said.
But Officer Mao Xiong shook his head and said: "It's not that I don't want to arrange fighter planes for you, but you have to know that the Mongolian Air Force is a joke. Their most advanced ones are just some MiG-21s, they don't even have radars, and they are very poorly maintained.
Poor. For this reason, pilots in this country rarely take off a few times a year."
"I have thought about this problem." Chekov pondered for a few times, "I can get the plane and the pilot. Just ask the airport to allow the landing. Don't worry about anything else. Anyway, Mongolia's radar air defense network does not exist at all.
, no one should be able to notice that a fighter plane is flying over."
Mongolia is a vast country with sparsely populated territory and lax armaments. Its national borders are basically like the emperor’s new clothes. You can come and go at will. Russia has been extremely poor in recent years, and its radar system on the Mongolian border is similar to a sieve.
"That's no problem. There are many abandoned airports in Mongolia. I can find someone to clean one of them. Once your people and planes arrive, you only need to fill up the tank and take off again. No one will notice the whole process, no matter what happens
I just pretend I don’t know anything.”
Chekov reached an agreement with Officer Mao Xiong, and the deposit of 500,000 yuan was immediately received. An abandoned airport near Ulaanbaatar completed preliminary cleaning within one day, and all the irrelevant people at the airport were driven away. Mao Xiong
The officer personally acted as a navigation guide, and a fighter plane flew over from the north.
But when the fighter plane landed, Officer Mao Xiong, who had received half a million dollars, jumped up in surprise, "Chekov, what are you doing? Why did you let this fighter plane fly over?"
Chekov had been with Officer Mao Xiong all day, and he was relieved to see the fighter plane land smoothly. He said calmly: "Vasilev, be quiet, be quiet.
I can't get an active advanced fighter aircraft from the regular army's hangar, but it's easy to get a MiG-21 from the warehouse. But the MiG-21 doesn't have a good radar, nor does it have good weapons.
In order not to miss the target and cause the operation to fail, I simply brought this prototype aircraft over from the test flight ground in Komsomolsk. Don’t worry, this fighter aircraft is close to mass production and its performance is good. As long as it flies into the sky, I
You can't escape your target."
"No, no, you can't do this! I thought you would at most bring over a Su-27 or MiG-29, but you brought over Russia's most advanced fighter jet.
You bunch of morons, it was you who destroyed the Soviet Union for money. Now you are back to steal. This is betrayal. You must return this plane."
The furry bear officer 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 fun of Russia's best future fighter. However, just when he was furious, he felt numbness on his side and thumped.
He fell to the ground and twitched.
Chekov held the injection gun that fired ricin in his hand and looked coldly at his 'friend' who was lying on the ground dying, "Vasilev, the Soviet you miss has long since become history! You are an idiot and very naive.
That kind of thing. It just so happens that I don’t plan to pay the other half of the fee.”
Not paying attention to the dying man on the ground, Chekov waved to the ground crew he brought from the other half of the airport. They first opened the cabin to let the pilot out, and then performed a simple inspection on the fighter plane.
The pilot saw Officer Mao Xiong who had just fallen to the ground. He took off his helmet and said to Chekov warily: "You don't want to kill me afterwards, do you?"
Chekov scratched his chin and said: "The reward of five million US dollars has been paid. The target will appear tomorrow. You will fly away directly after completing the task. No one will embarrass you.
The whole mission process is very simple, and it is impossible for anyone to know what happened afterwards. You will never tell me that you can't shoot down a passenger plane, right?"
The pilot nodded slightly, and finally a smile appeared on his face and said: "No problem, I will make the person you want to kill die as if he had suffered an air crash."