Chapter 18 A Good Show
While the Medellin Group was still cheering for its victory, Kandahar was thousands of miles away. Valentin was racking his brains with his business partners to worry about the next order.
Armored vehicles and tanks are much larger than missiles. Let alone how to get such a large thing, how to transport it from Afghanistan, a landlocked country, to Colombia is a big problem. Valentin was very troubled by how to solve this series of troubles, but there was one thing that made Valentin feel relieved, that was his business partner, the weapon stall owner and the weapon smuggling organization behind him. I am also interested in large orders, and I am actively working on this matter.
This time, Valentin needs to purchase a total of forty missiles, two tanks, and two armored vehicles. The amount paid to local partners alone exceeds a million dollars. If it can be successfully transported to Colombia, the profit this time will exceed tens of millions of dollars. Even if Valentin washes his hands in the golden basin from now on, he can eat and drink for the rest of his life without worrying about it. But Valentin has now found a new job he likes, and he no longer plans to return to the shipyard. Taking care of the house is not what the KGB should do. What about doing arms sales? Running around the world is what Valentin wants. like. This kind of life is more exciting and more passionate. The beautiful woman who accompanied her in Colombia is said to be a well-known local actress. Valentin felt that his years in the Soviet Union were wasted. What kind of KGB ideals? , loyalty, and responsibility are all bullshit.
"Brother, I really can't think of any way to steal the tanks from the Afghan People's Army. Although they agreed to cooperate with us, the barracks suddenly lost two tanks and two armored vehicles. The superiors will definitely find out Yes! I can't cut off our future financial resources because of your business!" The weapon stall owner thought hard and finally said dejectedly.
"Don't worry, just tell your friends in the People's Army and ask them if they can pull the tanks and armored vehicles out of the city for a turn, as long as they can do this, I guarantee that they will make a lot of money , You don’t have to take any risks!” Valentin said suddenly, smoking a cigarette, as if he had just woken up.
"What can you do? Do you want them to leave these weapons on the road like this?" the weapon stall owner asked rhetorically.
"No, of course it won't be like this! Let your friends in the guerrillas cooperate with us to play a show! Let them fight the People's Army in a hidden place outside the city! Fire a few more shots, and then the People's Army Just retreat and let the mujahideen help us pull the tank away!" Valentin explained to his business partner.
"Dude, you're really smart. This way, no one can blame my friend. It's really great, just like making a movie! Interesting..." The weapon stall owner said in admiration.
"Don't rush to praise me, do you think what I said is feasible? The Mujahideen and the People's Army are incompatible, will they listen to your words and follow my script?" Valentin was a little worried asked.
"Don't worry! Absolutely no problem,
My friends are all trustworthy! You rest first, I will go and talk to them now! "After the weapon stall owner said this, he couldn't wait to run out.
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A week later, on a provincial road outside Kandahar, an Afghan People's Army unit was on patrol along the road. But they are extra vigilant today, because there is a huge fortune waiting for them to harvest.
"Boss, how long will it take us to get there?" The deputy leader of the team asked the officer in a low voice.
"We will arrive at the delivery location in about half an hour. When the time comes, be smart and check the muzzles of your guns and shoot at places where no one is around. Two rounds from the tank shells will do the trick. Remember, we They are here to make money, not to die!" The squad leader Mahavira reminded his subordinates.
"Don't worry, boss! We know what to do!" His soldiers responded excitedly.
Half an hour later, the Afghan People's Army, which arrived at the agreed place, looked at the entrance of the canyon, feeling a little timid in his heart. If it goes in, it can only be a living target. Mahavira was ruthless, and said to the brothers who were driving the tanks and armored vehicles: "Drive all the cars in, leave the trucks behind, and then run out after going in and firing two cannons. I'll wait for you!"
Mahavira's men swallowed nervously, then sat in the cab, and drove the tank into the canyon with the roar of the machine. With the roar of the engine, a few figures appeared above the canyon, staring down.
After going deep into the canyon for a few hundred meters, the convoy finally stopped, and then the canopy of the vehicle was opened, and the soldiers on the vehicle left the chariot at the fastest speed, and then ran on the way they came and went.
"Boom!" A gunshot sounded, and the fleeing soldiers were startled, then instinctively accelerated and continued running, and then the gunshots behind them rang out loudly. The bullets hit the body of the armored vehicle like raindrops, making a crackling sound.
"Run!" Mahavira said to his subordinates standing outside the canyon. These jihadists were really trustworthy and did not point their guns at their subordinates. This strange scene can only appear under the influence of money. The People's Army and the Jihad have joined forces to make a fortune. All the weapons of the Americans and the Soviets can be exchanged for tangible banknotes. The two big countries want the Afghans to fight to the death, and then reap the benefits of the fisherman. The Afghans are not stupid!
Mahavira's men who rushed out of the canyon immediately hid in the armored vehicles waiting outside, and then the rest of Mahavira's men began to pour bullets into the empty canyon. This big show was staged for the Russians, and the chief director was the arms dealer Valentin. The more tragic the battlefield, the harder it is for people to see the flaws.
"Oops, boss! I forgot to fire the gun!" The tanker, who had just come to his senses, rushed to report his omission to Mahavira.
"Forget it! We may not be able to go back in this situation now! Let's just leave it at that, anyway, the people sent to investigate will not pay attention to the details here!" Mahavira said comfortingly.
"Headquarters! We found traces of rebels in the canyon of the provincial road! We were surrounded by them, and the vehicle broke down! We can only temporarily abandon our equipment and retreat..." Mahavira returned to command the vehicle, Pretend to be anxious and report to the superior.