The dilapidated bus was driving through the undulating wilderness of the Balkan Peninsula. Spring in the subtropical Mediterranean climate was already full of mountain flowers and greenery. Both sides of the road were dotted with Southern European-style stone houses, wooden fences, and countless reinforced concrete bunkers.
This is the result of China's efforts to support the European beacon back then...
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The people on the bus were obviously very curious about these two Asian faces, but Dongfang Ke’s fluent Arabic quickly dispelled their sense of strangeness. The distance from Tirana to Duras was 80 kilometers, and the bus
I drove very slowly on the mountain road, and gradually everyone in the car fell asleep.
Two hours later, the car arrived at the Albanian seaport city of Duras. Albania has been at war for many years. Although it is located in Europe, its economy is very underdeveloped. Agriculture accounts for more than half of the gross national product. The city is also dominated by historic stone buildings and high-rise buildings.
Buildings are rare.
The two got out of the car. Dongfang Ke first found a small shop to make several copies of their passports. Seeing Liu Ziguang's puzzled face, Dongfang Ke explained: "This country's political situation is unstable and the police are corrupt. See
Foreigners who are easy to bully will extort money and you will be in trouble if your passport is taken away by them, so prepare some copies with you."
Liu Ziguang suddenly realized something and looked at the policeman standing on the street in the distance. The policeman was full of fat and had a majestic black double-headed eagle badge on his big-brimmed hat. His hands were clasped on his armed belt and he was issuing a ticket to a car parked randomly.
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"Thankfully I brought you here, it really saved me a lot of trouble." Liu Ziguang said.
Dongfang Ke was a little smug and replied: "You can just follow me in Europe and nothing will happen."
The two found a coffee shop and sat down. Dongfang Ke took the number provided by Liu Ziguang and called the supplier. Ten minutes later, a Mercedes-Benz suddenly stopped at the door of the coffee shop, and two people jumped out of the car.
A bald young man, dressed in a black leather jacket and sunglasses, chewing gum, opened the door and walked in, took a look around, and twitched his fingers at the only two Asian faces in the store.
Dongfang Ke's heart skipped a beat and he was about to get up, but Liu Ziguang stopped him with his eyes. Seeing this, the two bald heads came over impatiently. One of them reached out to grab Liu Ziguang's shoulder. After a while, Liu Ziguang grabbed him.
He grabbed his finger and pulled it down, causing him to squat down immediately in pain. The other person reacted very quickly, reached out and pulled out the pistol on his waist and was about to pull the bolt, but he only felt his eyes flash and his hand was empty.
The gun is already in the opponent's hand.
This is a cz75 pistol produced in the Czech Republic. Since the European terrorist organization Red Brigades successfully used this pistol to assassinate Italian Prime Minister Moro in 1978, cz75 has become the favorite of European gangsters. It is similar to the popularity of m1911 in the United States.
It is an old school and a cultural inheritance.
Liu Ziguang unloaded the magazine and used his thumb to eject the bullets in the magazine one by one. The yellow-orange bullets landed on the wooden floor with a crisp sound. The two bald heads were dumbfounded, and then they extended their thumbs and praised: "
Confucius Mansion, putty Confucius Mansion."
"Tell them that if they want to do business, they should show courtesy." Liu Ziguang said.
At this time, Dongfang Ke was already breaking out in a cold sweat. It was not that he had not been mentally prepared for his new boss, but he never expected that he would be this kind of person. Although he had traveled in Europe for many years, he had never dealt with gangsters.
, Fortunately, he had a strong psychological quality, so he calmed down and translated Liu Ziguang's words, and even added a sentence on his own initiative, calling Liu Ziguang his "".
The other party was immediately in awe, and actually made a hand-over gesture like in a Chinese costume film, and invited Liu Ziguang and Dongfang Ke to get in the car. Liu Ziguang stood up and went out boldly. Dongfang Ke took out a few leks and threw them on the table, and followed him.
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The Mercedes-Benz rushed onto the street under the eyes of the police and drove away in the opposite direction. After a while, they arrived in front of a villa. The trees in front of the door were green and the stone paved. The Balkan style was very rich. The four people got out of the car and entered. There were many things in the yard.
There was a round table, and four strong men were sitting around playing cards. Playboy magazines and beer were placed beside them. At a glance, they knew they were the bodyguards guarding the door.
At this time, Dongfang Ke's heart was already in the air. He followed Liu Ziguang and looked timidly at these big men. The bald young man who drove earlier spoke a few words quickly, and the four people playing cards put down their pokers.
, staring at the visitors casually, the hem of the black leather jacket was lifted up inadvertently, revealing the handle of a black pistol. Dongfang Ke was frightened by their looks, but Liu Ziguang looked as if nothing had happened and casually took out a cigarette from his pocket.
Come on, slowly blow out a puff of smoke.
At this moment, Dongfang Ke decided that his new boss was by no means a good person.
A bearded man picked up the walkie-talkie and muttered something. After receiving the answer, he stood up, shook his head at Liu Ziguang, and motioned to follow him in. Liu Ziguang led Dongfang Ke into the villa with his head held high, and passed several sentries before meeting him.
Their boss arrived, a lean man in a smart suit.
The man was sitting behind the antique desk. When Liu Ziguang came in, he did not say hello. He ordered someone to pour two glasses of red wine and then directly started talking about business. He sat on it and talked eloquently. Dongfang Ke followed closely and translated: "
There are a total of six containers and 18 tons of goods. The price per ton is US$10,000. After payment, the goods can be inspected."
Liu Ziguang raised his eyebrows and said, "We'll discuss it after inspecting the goods. This point is non-negotiable."
The man became excited and stood up and shouted. Dongfang Ke translated in a trembling voice: "He said that we didn't believe him, which was an insult to a gentleman. He was very angry and wanted to kill us."
As soon as he finished speaking, the bearded man standing at the door took action. He pulled out his pistol and fired two shots at Liu Ziguang's feet. The smell of burnt wood and gunpowder smoke filled the room. There was a noise outside the door, and thugs swarmed in.
Seeing that nothing happened, he left again.
From the beginning to the end, Liu Ziguang was smoking calmly, not moving at all, while Dongfang Ke was dumbfounded and sat there with his legs shaking like chaff.
"Sir, I think what you need is not two lives, but US$180,000. If that's the case, I insist on inspecting the goods first, and I won't pay you until the goods are on the ship. If not, then please do
Bar."
Dongfang Ke cautiously translated Liu Ziguang's original words. A smile suddenly appeared on the lean man's sinister face, and he said magnanimously: "Dear friends, don't mind, this is a unique way for us to welcome new partners. I
The young men here are all real men who fought in Kosovo. They don’t like to deal with cowards. As you said, we inspect the goods first before paying. I forgot to introduce myself. I am Kux Chalchani.”
Dongfang Ke let out a sigh of relief, and at the same time he became even more worried. Kux's accent was obviously the dialect of northern Albania, which borders Kosovo and has always been a war-torn place. People who come out of that place are definitely murderous devils.
, no wonder even the police dare not provoke them.
Cooks sent someone to deliver Liu Ziguang to the pier. It was already evening, and there was drizzle in the sky. Under the dim yellow street lights, rows of containers were like iron walls. The Mercedes-Benz was parked beside the trestle, and several people got off.
Car, holding a black umbrella to inspect the goods, the waves crashed on the shore, the lights of the freighter were dotted in the distance, and the long whistle sounded from time to time. Liu Ziguang noticed that several people traveling with him had powerful submachine guns hidden under their windbreakers.
It was immediately clear that they must have more than one competitor.
When he came to the container, Xiuxiu took out the vise and twisted off the steel wire, then opened the cabinet door. Several flashlights shone into the container at the same time, but Liu Ziguang only saw a large pile of potatoes.
The bearded man shrugged and reached out to push aside the potatoes placed at the door, revealing neatly arranged wooden packaging boxes with black Chinese characters spray-painted on them, Type 56 submachine gun, 1972.
Liu Ziguang smiled and nodded. The weapons he had used to aid Albania in his early years had finally returned to their original owners. He was about to signal Beard to pry open the box and take a look. Suddenly, someone behind him shouted something in a low voice. Everyone turned around and saw police lights flashing in the distance.
, several police cars sped over.
Bearded hurriedly closed the container door, locked it with a big lock, and left in a hurry with everyone. After returning to the villa, Cooks asked Liu Ziguang to pay again, but Liu Ziguang still insisted on paying after the goods were on board.
Cooks was a little unhappy, but he had no choice but to agree to pay after loading the ship tomorrow.
Liu Ziguang took Dongfang Ke to find a hotel in Duras and settled down. He took out his satellite phone and went to the rooftop to make a call to Zhao Hui.
"Old Zhao, is this business arrangement you arranged reliable?"
"A Russian friend often deals with them. They are not professional arms dealers, they just have a relatively wide network. They have a batch of weapons and ammunition from the Kosovo Civil War. It is difficult to sell this kind of goods now. When I meet someone like you,
Buyers, I think they will take it seriously."
"Understood." Liu Ziguang hung up the phone, went straight downstairs to the street, hailed a taxi and went straight to the dock. When he came to the row of containers, he opened all six containers and checked them. His expression when he looked at the first one was
He was more natural. He had already raised his eyebrows when he saw the second one, and almost cursed when he saw the fifth one. But when he approached the sixth container, he became alert and leaned against the door.
After listening for a while, he left.
Near the pier, a blue and white police car was parked under the street lights. The policeman on night duty was sitting in the cab eating a hot dog. Suddenly, the car door opened, and a cold wind blew in. The policeman felt his eyes darken and fainted.
, I woke up five minutes later and found that my gun, holster and bullet clip were missing.
In the hotel, Liu Ziguang walked in with a gust of cold wind. Dongfang Ke was surfing the Internet with his laptop in his arms. He saw his new boss taking out a black and shiny pistol. He skillfully unloaded the magazine and pulled the slide back and forth to check.
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Dongfang Ke swallowed hard. Although he didn't know the model of the pistol, he knew that the police in Duras all wore this kind of pistol. The new boss brought a gun back when he went out. Who is he?
For a moment, he couldn't help but doubt the decision he had made. It seemed that two thousand dollars a month was not so easy to get.
After Liu Ziguang inspected the Makarov pistol, he stuffed the gun into his belt, looked at Dongfang Ke and said, "Where are you playing online?"
Dongfang Ke quickly explained: "No, I checked the information on the Internet. This Cooks is not simple. He fought in the civil war in Kosovo. He has committed drug trafficking, smuggling arms, and human trafficking. We must be careful when dealing with him."
Liu Ziguang nodded: "I know."
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Early the next morning, Cooks sent someone to the dock to hand over the goods. They were the supplier and had prepared the export license and various customs documents. They lifted the six containers to the Hong Kong-registered freighter without any hindrance.
On the ship, Dongfang Ke also boarded the freighter among the crew.
According to the contract, Liu Ziguang should pay the payment of US$180,000 at this time. He was unambiguous and immediately called Wei Ziqian in Hong Kong and asked her to transfer the money to Cooks.
After the freighter was loaded, it blew its whistle and left the port for a long journey. Its next stop will be Marseille, France. Although international shipping is cheap, like land logistics, it will dock at various ports for cargo distribution, so it will take a long time.
A little longer.
Ten minutes later, Cooks' people received a call from the boss. He asked Liu Ziguang with a stern face: "Mr. Cooks asked you if there was a zero missing in the calculation. We only received 1,800 US dollars."
"That's right, it's only 1,800 US dollars. Your goods are worth that price." Liu Ziguang said coldly.