Chapter 1458: The Enemy

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Mongolia, Ulaanbaatar, Mongolian means 'Red Hero City'.

But the place was originally called Cullen, and the last time it belonged to a florist was nearly a hundred years ago. A Beiyang general named Xu Shuzheng jumped into the city with his horse and whip, and killed those 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 don't have any neighbors who are really friendly with them. Mongolia, which is inland, occupies a latrine and does not shit. It has a huge land of more than 1.5 million square kilometers with only more than 3 million people. It is extremely anti-Chinese to live on rabbits.

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 by plane. He was of medium build and unattractive, so he hailed a taxi outside the airport.

"Where are you going?" It was a 'black car' that was stopped, and the driver looked the Slavs up and down, assessing whether this was a fat sheep.

"Go to the Ministry of Defense." The Slav got into the car, flung out a hundred-dollar bill generously, and said in a low voice, "Don't make a detour for me, or you will be unlucky."

The driver was quite curious after receiving the dollar, but he was frightened by the aura of the foreigner in front of him, so he honestly sent him to the Ministry of Defense of the Mongolian People's Army in Ulaanbaatar.

There are fewer Mongols and fewer troops. Moreover, due to the perennial control of the Soviet Union, many Russian soldiers are still retained in its army. After the Slav arrived at the Ministry of Defense, he reported his name, and soon a tall, shaggy bear officer walked out with a big smile.

"Ah..., Chekhov, you damn hyena, what are you doing here?" Officer Bear gave the Slav a hug, "Come on, I know you definitely didn't come to chat with me. But I still have a lot of good wine in my office, which will definitely satisfy you."

The Slav didn't say a word, and after following Officer Bear into the office, he was careful to see if anyone was staring at him. When the office door was closed, he took off his coat, sat down on the sofa straight to the point and said, "Vasilev, I need you to do me a favor."

Officer Mao Xiong just laughed, waiting to hear what happened next.

"One million dollars. Arrange for me a fighter plane in good condition in your air force base." Slav Chekov said.

"Oh..., one million dollars to arrange a fighter plane?" Officer Mao Xiong grabbed a bottle of vodka and two cups from a cabinet, poured a cup and handed them out, "You are really generous. Then this It means that there is no small risk in meeting your request."

"If you don't agree, I can find someone else. As long as you give the guard a hundred dollars, someone will help me contact the officer of the Air Force Department of the Mongolian Ministry of Defense. One hundred thousand dollars can make those trash jump for joy." Chekov seemed Don't care, there are many ways.

But Officer Mao Xiong was unmoved, he grabbed a chair and sat down against the back of the chair, smiled and said: "You also know that they are trash, so you won't look for them, you will only look for me so useful People. Tell me, what do you want a fighter plane for?”

"You'd better not worry about it too much, I just want a fighter plane that can take off normally with full fuel, even if it lags behind, it's okay, 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 Mongolia's air force is a joke. Their most advanced is just some MiG-21s, they don't even have radar, and they are very well maintained." Poor. Pilots in this country rarely take off a few times a year for this reason.”

"I've thought about this problem too." Chekov pondered for a few moments, "I can get the plane and the pilot, you just ask the airport to allow you to land, and then don't worry about anything else. Anyway, Mongolia's radar air defense network doesn't exist at all. , no one should be able to notice that a fighter plane is flying over.

"

Mongolia has a vast land and sparse population, and its military equipment is loose. The national border is basically the same as the emperor's new clothes, and it can be entered and exited at will. And Russia has been poor to death these years, and the radar system on the Mongolian border is similar to a sieve.

"That's no problem. There are many deserted airports in Mongolia. I can ask someone to clean one of them. When your people and planes come, you only need to fill up the fuel 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 a deposit of 500,000 yuan was immediately credited. An abandoned airport near Ulaanbaatar completed preliminary cleaning within a day, and all irrelevant people at the airport were driven away. Officer Mao Xiong personally acted as a navigation guide, and a fighter plane flew over from the north.

It's just that when the fighter plane landed, the bear officer who took 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 landed smoothly. He said calmly: "Vasilev, be quiet, be quiet.

I can't get an active advanced fighter from the hangar of the regular army, but it's easy to get a MiG-21 from the warehouse. But the MiG-21 does not have a good radar, nor does it have a good weapon.

In order not to miss the target and make the operation fail, I simply brought this prototype from the test field in Gongqingcheng. Don't worry, this fighter is already close to mass production, and its performance is good. As long as it flies into the sky, my target cannot escape. "

"No, no, you can't do this! I thought you were going to bring a Su-27 or MiG-29 at most, but you brought the most advanced Russian fighter jets.

You moths, you were the ones who destroyed the Soviet for money. Now you are back to stealing, this is betrayal. You must return this plane. "

Officer Mao Xiong was furious on the airport runway. He didn't care what this 'hyena' was doing in Mongolia, but he couldn't tolerate him making fun of Russia's best future fighter. However, when he was losing his temper, he felt his side go numb, and he fell to the ground with a thud and convulsed.

Chekov held a ricin injection gun in his hand, and looked coldly at his "friend" who fell to the ground and was dying, "Vasilev, the Soviet you miss has long been history! You are an idiot, very naive That kind of thing. It just so happens that I'm not going to pay the other half of the fee."

Not taking care of the dying on the ground, Chekov beckoned to the ground crew he had brought from the other half of the airport. They first opened the cabin to let the pilot out, and then did a simple inspection on the fighter.

The pilot saw the bear officer who had just fallen to the ground. He took off his helmet and said to Chekov vigilantly, "You don't want to kill me afterwards, do you?"

Chekov scratched his chin and said, "The reward of five million dollars has already been paid. The target will show up tomorrow. After you complete the task, you will fly away directly. No one will embarrass you.

The entire task process is very simple, and it is impossible for anyone to know what happened afterwards. You will never tell me that you can't fly a passenger plane, right? "

The pilot nodded slightly, and finally smiled and said, "No problem, I will make the person you want to kill die like an air crash."

Hahaha……!