Chapter 206 Whereabouts Unknown Victor cursed and vowed to find...
Chapter 206 Whereabouts Unknown
There was no need to count them carefully. A quick scan with spiritual sense revealed that there were 2,833 guns of various types here, and there were 6,878 boxes of compatible bullets under the canvas on the other side!
"Can I try it?" Yan Jiuru picked up a rifle at random.
They all had no bullets, so naturally no one stopped them.
"Of course, there's a shooting range in the back, come on in!"
. . . . . .
Ten minutes later, the sound of gunfire was heard from a shooting range at the foot of a small hill.
Yan Jiuru finally put away the PKM machine gun and nodded, "It's a good gun, but it hasn't been properly maintained for a long time."
Then they went to other warehouses to see PRG rocket launchers, armored infantry fighting vehicles, T-64, T-80 and other main battle tanks, Type 65 howitzers, etc.
Although these are also new weapons in service, Yan Jiuru is obviously not very satisfied with them.
"What do you think, Mr. Victor?"
The brigade commander took Yan Jiuru a little further away and began to ask him what he thought.
Yan Jiuru shrugged: "They're pretty good, but they're not eye-catching!"
In short, he was not surprised.
Seeing the brigade commander's face turn pale, he continued, "Of course, even though they're almost rusted to the point of being unable to be pulled open, I'll still offer a reasonable price and find a good place for them."
"But these things aren't worth the trip."
The brigade commander stared at him for a long moment.
Yan Jiuru looked back at him without any fear.
"Dear Captain." The brigade commander called Yankovic and whispered a few words to him. The latter Yan Jiuru and the tavern owner nodded and drove a jeep back.
Ten minutes later, Jankovic's jeep roared back and screeched to a halt in front of them.
The person who got out of the car behind Jankovic was the division commander that Yan Jiuru had met that day.
The other party looked at him deeply, waved his hand, dismissed the others, and said to Yan Jiuru: "Mr. Victor, right?
It seems you have a big appetite. Tell me, what exactly are you interested in?"
Yan Jiuru smiled and said, "Colonel, as an idealistic middleman, I can arrange the shipment of any materials you need at any time, but I need more high-tech items, not this scrap metal."
"For example?"
"For example, all kinds of warships, missiles, aircraft, etc., whether they are real objects or blueprints, can be traded."
The commander's face grew colder as he spoke.
In the end, he turned into a cold and cruel appearance, and the pressure on his body became several times stronger.
Yan Jiuru didn't seem to feel anything at all, and shrugged, saying, "There's nothing surprising about this. After all, you can get R-29MR on the black market."
Then, he said fearlessly: "The price is very cheap."
If this wasn't a deal, the division commander would have shot him to pieces.
Knowing that someone was reselling ballistic missiles, the division commander drooped his shoulders in frustration.
He gave Yan Jiuru a final warning look: "I hope you can afford the price, otherwise..."
***
A few days later, a train loaded with supplies from the country slowly arrived at a station on the border between Xuan Country and Great Russia.
Each carriage is fully loaded with 60 tons. Excluding the carriages used for escorting personnel and other work, the remaining 37 carriages are all filled with supplies.
A total of more than 2,200 tons.
Among them, one third is flour and corn, one third is frozen meat, and the rest are cotton coats, cotton shoes, toothpaste, thermos and other daily necessities and some medicines.
What was different from the past was that the station opposite had been taken over by a border guard. After stopping for half an hour, the train slowly drove into the train maintenance station along another branch track.
At this time, Yan Jiuru and several of his colleagues were waiting here with a group of about a hundred people behind them, all dressed in different clothes and carrying large and small bags.
Standing with him were Captain Andriy, the brigade commander of the 4th Division, and two other colonels.
The middle door opened and a capable man in plain clothes walked down and glanced at the crowd.
Yan Jiuru took the initiative to step forward and greeted in Russian: "Privit, Davarishi!"
"I am the cotton cloud in the sky."
The other party suppressed the twitch of his mouth and replied: "Privit, Comrade Cotton Cloud! I am Whale."
"Well, hello, you can call me Victor now."
Yan Jiuru looked at the watch he bought at the street stall and said, "Time is running out, let's check the list."
After the handover was completed, Yan Jiuru invited Andri and two other colonels to get on the car to inspect the supplies.
They randomly picked up a few bags of grain, and after opening them, they found that there was indeed no sand in them, and they were very clean and dry; opening the compartment containing frozen meat was even more satisfying.
There is also a carriage dedicated to Erguotou.
Andri smoked a box, unscrewed a bottle and took two gulps directly, "Sha, well, Victor is an honest businessman!"
This wine is obviously genuine, unlike other middlemen who mix industrial alcohol with pyrolyte to cheat them.
After inspecting the goods, several people got off the train and went to the station office.
The middleman Victor first settled the payment for the goods with Comrade Whale, and then began to settle accounts with the other three people.
It is certainly abnormal for these supplies to come in like this.
It's all the power of money.
Yan Jiuru spent 100,000 US dollars, which is equivalent to more than 20 million rubles according to black market transactions. He impressed the colonel and used his connections to contact the border guards here.
The three parties agreed to divide the supplies together, assist in transportation and loading and unloading, and also help bring back a group of people.
But Yan Jiuru and people in China felt that it was worth it to open up such a channel.
In addition to these supplies, Yan Jiuru also gave the other party several boxes of US dollars.
After the inspection, everyone was very satisfied.
A colonel commander waved his hand and said, "Unload!"
The border guards of Big Goose, who had been waiting for a long time, rushed over immediately, and in just an hour or so, all 37 carriages of cargo were unloaded.
The train head changed direction, picked up the passengers and their families who had been recruited in the past few days, and a dozen large vehicles covered with canvas, and quietly returned.
After watching their troops load the allocated supplies onto large military trucks, the two colonels shook Yan Jiuru's hand and said, "Dear Victor, we look forward to seeing you next time in Moscow!"
Yan Jiuru assured with a laugh: "As long as there is good stuff, I'm happy to do it anytime!"
Because of their financial strength, that night, An-22 transport planes loaded with hundreds of tons of supplies took off one after another from a nearby military airport and flew towards Kiev.
***
This business took me about half a month to complete.
The result was a happy one for everyone.
Soon, people in certain areas of Kiev, Odessa, Moscow and other places knew that there was an arms dealer named Victor who had a lot of money, was a shrewd person, and was honest in his business dealings.
But only big business.
At this time, the inspection team had nominally returned to China, but in fact some people were still scattered around to carry out work.
Yan Jiuru, oh, Victor, after much effort, finally bought a private airline on the verge of bankruptcy with the help of weapons and US dollars.
Although it is on the verge of bankruptcy, it has not collapsed completely and still has formal official procedures such as flight qualifications and its own routes.
Victor put the company under the name of a trading company registered on a certain island.
As a trading company with ideals and sufficient funds, it is normal to own its own airline and airport somewhere.
Not only that, he also arranged for mercenaries with loyalty symbols to go to Africa and Somalia to "develop business".
Weapons and ammunition such as AKs and surplus infantry fighting vehicles and tanks must be sold at high prices.
Without return on investment, business cannot last long.
Yan Jiuru recycled a large amount of "weapon waste" in the name of a waste recycling company and sold it to overseas trading companies. At the same time, he placed orders to import a large amount of materials and then rented transport planes from a flight formation under the Kiev Air Force for transportation.
It was a lot of fun going back and forth like this.
***
As the transport plane took off and landed, it was December 25th.
On this day, the Big Goose announced to the world its disbandment and formed several independent countries.
Kyiv also became the capital of Ukraine.
However, this did not bring much relief and joy to these countries, but rather more turmoil and
confusion.
A new country must elect a new president and form a new leadership team.
This process is accompanied by the transfer and struggle of power, the operation of capital, and the competition of various forces in other countries.
During this period, the weapons arsenals originally distributed in various places by the Big Goose were also inherited by the countries where they were located.
Before the new government was established, these weapons depots were in a state of disorderly supervision.
The middleman Victor waved handfuls of US dollars and shuttled frequently and quietly between various military bases.
Things like the Su-27 fighter jet, R-29MR ballistic missile, aircraft carrier design drawings, nuclear submarine design drawings and even some big guys were split into several parts and obtained at low prices according to the components.
In short, the middleman Victor has a lot of information, both those that can be ascertained and those that cannot be ascertained.
After a large amount of US dollars was invested, he didn't even need to show up in person to complete the transaction.
Therefore, Yan Jiuru hired several capable mercenaries and managers on the black market to look after the business, and he also directed
After half a month, when these people had completely mastered the job, they quietly returned home.
Of course, these people have taken loyalty tokens, and they will only do it for one or two years before withdrawing it.
Anyway, it’s Victor who did all these things.
(Small Theater)
The real arms dealer Victor: I said it wasn’t me, why don’t you believe me!
KGB: Hand over the nuclear warheads immediately!
Victor: I'm not, I didn't! Believe me!
The whole world: I don’t believe you!
Of course, it’s not just Xuan Country that does this. People from South Korea and Japan are also frequently competing with Yan Jiuru for business.
Just after Yan Jiuru had negotiated a deal for a bomber, he suddenly received news that the person from the notebook had also gone there and offered a price 50% higher than his!
Not to mention 50% higher, even 30% higher would be enough to make these officers and generals who have lost their patriotism regret their decision.
This is intolerable!
Yan Jiuru spent ten thousand US dollars to buy the information of the little notebook and others.
Without saying a word, he rushed forward in broad daylight with a team of fully armed men, carrying PRGs and large KMs.
Xiao Benzi's base is hidden in an abandoned factory.
Yan Jiuru swept his spiritual sense over and commanded, "There's a shooting observation point at the third window from the left on the second floor. There's another one 45 meters away at nine o'clock, and another 50 meters away at three-thirty in the afternoon. The others are in the second warehouse in the front right. Get rid of them!"
Before he finished speaking, he threw a smoke bomb filled with irritating gas. As a cloud of choking smoke filled the air, he picked up the PRG and fired a round at the warehouse target!
“Boom!”
"Boom~"
"Da da da~da da~da da~"
□□ and heavy machine guns poured out as if they were free.
The enemy's observation posts also launched random counterattacks.
Yan Jiuru did not arrange a sniper this time. In the face of the absolute strength of the PRG, if one bullet is not enough, he will use a few more.
The battle was over in less than five minutes, and the old warehouse was razed to the ground.
Yan Jiuru scanned with his spiritual sense and found that only one person was still breathing, the others were dead.
He dropped the PRG and walked over the rubble to where the little notebook was hiding. The body had been blown to pieces, with limbs scattered everywhere. He pulled away the thigh that was in the way and pulled up the one who was still breathing to interrogate him.
There are seven or eight people gathered here, plus three observation posts, a total of eleven people, which is not a small number.
It turned out that the other party also knew that they might be retaliated against if they destroyed Victor's business, so they quickly called a meeting to discuss countermeasures.
I never expected that the other party would come over in broad daylight and start attacking without even talking.
"Miscalculated..." The last survivor died unwillingly.
Yan Jiuru spat and asked someone to throw it away.
He kicked aside some broken stone tiles and found a semi-basement.
Judging from the traces, it’s not new anymore, and the notebook has been here for quite some time.
The most surprising thing is that there are several sacks of US dollars hidden here!
Oh my god!
It was more than double what he brought, no wonder he dared to steal his business.
Quite confident!
"The little notebook is still richer than us." Yan Jiuru muttered, and asked everyone to carry the things he brought to the car. Other things of little value were destroyed to avoid causing trouble for the Kiev police.
In less than ten minutes, they evacuated quickly.
Half an hour later, the Kyiv police arrived and took a few photos of the unrecognizable wreckage, recording that both sides of the fight were killed and that was it.
***
The major general of the military department who was ready to go back on the deal at any time did not wait for the notebook, but waited for Victor.
Without saying anything, you can tell something is wrong just by looking at the other person's expression.
Victor, who had been low-key and amiable before, arrogantly slammed the gun on the other party's desk and said, "Dear Davari, your other buyer has already reported to Marx. I am a man of integrity, and I hope you are the same."
. . . . . .
Just when Yan Jiuru had finally made a big deal after much difficulty, South Korea lost its notebook and scrambled for a ready-made aircraft carrier!
But they are so awesome!
Yan Jiuru was so angry that he unloaded several engines and control panels that night. If it weren't for the lack of time and space, he would have moved them back directly.
Not to mention the United States, which has its sights set squarely on the presidential election.
Compared with supporting a government that is close to oneself, aren't all the others just trivial matters?
Not worth mentioning.
It was precisely because of the deviation in the target that the KGB was busy keeping an eye on people from the United States, which allowed several countries such as Xuan Country to take advantage of some loopholes.
***
After the new governments of various countries stabilized and took inventory of their assets, they discovered that a batch of extremely important strategic weapons information and physical objects had been "lost".
What’s even worse is that ten nuclear warheads stored in Ukraine were ‘lost’!
The KGB secretly pursued the case worldwide.
Many years later, arms magnate Victor was lured into captivity by a foreign agent who was posing as a major Colombian client.
Even though his total global assets exceeded 200 billion US dollars, he was still not satisfied and finally failed in the so-called big order.
However, no matter what means of interrogation he used, he repeatedly denied reselling nuclear warheads.
In the end, all Victor's property was confiscated and he was imprisoned for 25 years in tears.
Victor cursed and vowed to find the bad guy who brought him such disaster.
It is true that he is an arms dealer, and it is also true that he has dealt in some big guns, but he sells arms to live a good and exciting life, not to seek death!
What is he doing with that thing?
At this point, the whereabouts of the former Soviet Union's "lost" nuclear warheads and the design drawings of the most advanced Tu-160 bomber, related technologies, some maintenance equipment and parts, etc. are unknown.
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