"They were a mix of Indians, Spanish, and Italians, so it was the Mexicans who attacked us."
On the way to Niger, in the spacious cabin of the Tiger armored vehicle, Xia Yu looked at the genetic testing report in his hand and asked the intelligence broker across from him.
In order not to affect the official opening of the aircraft carrier museum, he kept the frogman attack a secret and only strengthened the security level in all aspects.
Behind the scenes, a specialized intelligence agency was commissioned to investigate the two bodies.
After several months, they finally got back to us.
"Yes, due to the long-term battle with drug lords, the Mexican Marine Corps has suffered severe casualties. Some have died in the line of duty, while others have been corrupted and bribed."
The elderly white man wearing gold-rimmed glasses explained the details to Xia Yu.
"We tracked them down to Mo Xi Ge, and after many twists and turns, we finally confirmed the identities of these two people. They were both soldiers who retired from the frogman unit last year."
"You didn't join a drug cartel, but chose the mercenary path, right?"
Xia Yu couldn't help but complain after looking through the two people's detailed information.
He respects the contributions of the Mexican Marine Corps to the fight against drugs.
But if he hadn't been well-prepared, his business, which involved hundreds of millions of dollars, would have been completely ruined by the other party's veterans for a few million dollars.
"Yes, their entire family has moved into the local upscale community, and thanks to the money they earned working so hard, their standard of living is several levels higher than before."
"Is it possible to find out who their employer is?"
Xia Yu asked.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Sherlock, the clues only go this far. This employer is very cautious. After several paths were blocked, we lost our way.”
The other party said regretfully that they wanted to make the money, but if they weren't skilled enough, they shouldn't ruin their reputation; they should only earn what they were entitled to.
"That's a pity. It seems I'll have to lead a team to Moxi's place myself when I have the chance to see what's going on."
Intelligence gathering wasn't Xia Yu's forte, but he understood people's hearts.
Xia Yu handed a thick stack of paper documents to Lao Ke beside him and immediately called the finance department to settle the other party's final payment.
Finding out that a price of less than $1 million for this level of service isn't expensive at all; it would cost $1 million to send elite frogmen to their deaths as suicide squads!
"Boss, we want to go to Mo Xi's place."
After seeing the other person off the car, Lao Ke asked Xia Yu a question.
"Not now. The other side is patient, but my weasel isn't lacking in patience either."
Xia Yu answered directly.
He understood the principle that one can only be a thief for a thousand days, not a thief for a thousand days, but for someone like him who sleeps with one eye open, his defenses were always at maximum.
Therefore, Xia Yu was looking forward to the other party making another move and giving him more clues.
However, based on the known information, we can sketch out a psychological profile of this employer, suggesting he might not be an old hand like him.
Life from now on will be quite fun, and hopefully the other party can bring more enjoyment to this cheating player.
"Boss, we've arrived."
After driving 3 kilometers past the signpost, the convoy entered an abandoned open-pit uranium mine.
Vipers, scorpions, spiders—all sorts of life thrive in the desert, unlike the purely apocalyptic scene here. Hundreds of meters deep in the mine pit are filled with waste sulfuric acid that cannot seep downwards; one can imagine the fate of any person or animal that falls in.
I heard that Malaysians used to call this place "Little Bali".
Raising his binoculars to look at the abandoned mud-brick houses in the distance, Xia Yu joked.
"That's all from the last century. As the uranium resources here gradually depleted, coupled with the continued low price of uranium oxide a few years ago, this place was completely shut down and abandoned, leaving only pollution and sick children."
"That's what the local official Legsey replied."
There are no elderly people here, because no one here lives to be over 50.
This is partly due to radioactive contamination, but we can't ignore the poor sanitation; the place is so filthy you could raise a venomous insect there.
"This area will be designated a dangerous military restricted zone. We can't let those children come in again. Safety is of utmost importance."
Xia Yu handed the binoculars to the other person. Those mud-brick houses were perfect for playing hide-and-seek and war games. He glanced at them and spotted five or six.
It would be terrifying if a burst of depleted uranium rounds were fired at this moment.
"Once your company's armored vehicles arrive, the relocation of nearby residents will begin immediately."
Leggsey, representing Niger's official position, expressed his stance.
There are about 200 households and more than 1,000 people in the vicinity. The average person earns less than $1 a day. The various tanks and armored vehicles that Xia Yu is going to transport in the future are all good things in their eyes!
However, a shooting range is a shooting range, and bulletproof steel plates riddled with bullets cannot be picked up and sold as scrap metal.
To prevent future accidents, they must be moved to a different location now.
"Let's begin then, all five vehicles are here."
Xia Yu looked at the long line of BTR-82S behind him and said.
The remaining armed personnel in Kedar have been completely wiped out, and the concentrated fire defense has entered a period of rest and recuperation.
When he came to Nirier, he brought along the equipment from the village protection team.
High-intensity combat takes a lot of damage to vehicles, so disposing of them in this way allows the village protection team to be equipped with newer BTR-82s.
The 20 wheeled infantry fighting vehicles parked in Warehouse A at Pointe-Noire were just loaded onto a ship last night. The first batch of 15 vehicles were delivered to the Mari government forces, the remaining 5 were given to the village protection team, and then there were no more vehicles.
There are plenty of RH202 cannons and redesigned welded turrets available, but there are no BTR-80 hulls left. The second batch of 15 vehicles will have to wait for them to be delivered first, and they won't be available until the end of the year.
"I'll notify the police right away!"
Legsey, seeing a rabbit, immediately sent out his hawk and arranged for people to relocate the residents.
Once all the local residents have left, Xia Yu can then fill the abandoned mine site with sandbags and barbed wire, and after a year or two of long-term vacancy, turn this seven or eight hectares of land into a completely uninhabited area.
Black police officers arrived in pickup trucks and evacuated people. Local residents were evicted from their dilapidated shacks and then transported to the town for resettlement.
Of course, those who are willing to go with Xia Yu can be taken to Kedar by truck on the return trip.
The area is about to undergo a major post-war reconstruction, but most of the local residents have already left, and there is a severe shortage of manpower at present.
Furthermore, since the countries in the Sahel region do not have a household registration system, civilians at the border can move freely. Their influx can also change the problem of the Tuareg's dominance.
Those who refuse to go will only be resettled by local officials in Niger; they will not be provided with employment.
Xia Yu was kind-hearted and had just had a son last year, so he gave each person 30,000 West Philippine francs, worth more than 50 US dollars, as a transitional allowance.
These were some of the spoils from the two Sahel deployments. The Spanish themselves no longer used the franc, yet they still used this currency to firmly control West Fiesta and central Afica.
Therefore, simply expelling the troops and ambassadors is not enough. Only by abolishing the Philippine franc, a purely exploitative currency, and establishing its own monetary system can better development be achieved.
However, this will be a long process, and Ji Huo Defense, which has been deeply involved in the Afica market, will continue to pay attention.
Although their company only accepts Euros, dollars, and RMB, they also need to make large payments in French francs when dealing with local suppliers, so this matter is still very important.
"Beep beep beep"
As Xia Yu watched the village protection team members hand out money to the local residents, his satellite phone suddenly rang.
The caller ID showed it was Amin, the chairman of Rheinmetall.
“Mr. Papegg, it’s been a long time. You weren’t here when I last went to Düsseldorf, and you were in the US when my museum opened. It’s really unfortunate that things are all happening at the same time.”
After answering the phone and exchanging greetings, Xia Yu said regretfully.
"Yes, but after returning from the United States, I went to Mecklenburg and found that your European branch is doing quite well, it's just a bit small."
Amin talked about the European branch on the phone.
The professionals are definitely not a problem, as for the scale...
"For now, this is enough. If there are any emergencies, I can also send people from headquarters to Europe."
Intercontinental airlift is troublesome, but if you don't need to transport equipment and just take people, the problem becomes much simpler. If you think the C-160 is too short and slow, you can also have the USS Fisher, whose speed for civilian direct flights is not slower than that of military aircraft.
“You’re right, I’ve been so busy I forgot about that. But I heard from Hudson that you recently went to the Sahel region. How’s it going?”
"We just captured a city controlled by the Tuareg tribe. We still need to pursue and eliminate them, but I, as their boss, don't need to follow up anymore."
"Oh, so you're free recently? Why don't you come and check out this year's Sartori Defense Exhibition? The KF-41 lynx will be officially announced at this exhibition."
Armin extended an invitation, and Rheinmetall needed the support of Focusfire Defense, the only user with combat experience using the KF-31 and KF-41.
In return, Rheinmetall helped Xia Yu submit the materials to the organizer, and also squeezed out a small exhibition hall for Jihuo Defense to display their Weasel S3 and S30.
This can be considered as official recognition of a civilian upgrade kit, just like Brabus getting official endorsement from Mercedes-Benz.
By participating in this year's Eurodefense exhibition, and with the backing of Rheinmetall's influence, Jihuo Defense's modified Marder will receive the most exposure.
Their customers will not be limited to Afica or any other continent, but will be directly targeted at the global market, attracting customers who cannot afford the new infantry fighting vehicle and do not value the BMP-2.
In Black Philippines, to be honest, the BTR-82S sells better. There are very few customers who can afford to modify a Weasel. This year, apart from the guaranteed order from Busa, Xia Yu hasn't sold a single S3 or S30.
Amin's arrangement gave him hope of a surge in orders. Rheinmetall, which was vying for new car orders, didn't care about the profits from modifying the Weasel. At most, their hometown would provide some modular parts, and their focus was still on export models.
For example, the VN-17, which was just released last year and is also on display this year, is a heavy infantry fighting vehicle that uses the chassis of the VT-5 light tank. Its performance is quite good, but the price is...
Xia Yu strongly suspected that only a few big companies in the Middle East could afford it, and even their old customer, Thailand, only equipped their VT-4s with large eight-wheelers.
The poorer countries in the Third World are even worse off. Apart from light armored vehicles, which they can afford to buy brand new, they can only afford second-hand equipment for infantry fighting vehicle platforms, whether wheeled or tracked.
This is why he targeted the lower-tier market from the beginning—it's not that your products are bad, but that secondhand products offer better value for money.
“Mr. Papegg, on behalf of Firepower Defense, I sincerely thank you and Rheinmetall for your contributions.”
Xia Yu expressed her gratitude to A Ming over the phone.
The Germans are quite honest. Since Jihuo Defense exceeded its task of recording promotional materials and invited them to endorse the product, they must give an equal return by endorsing your modification kit.
Of course, good quality products are the prerequisite for all of this.
The Weasel S3 and S30 have proven themselves through years of real-world testing, and now it's time for them to take the stage and face the choices of customers worldwide.
"Haha, it's only right. I'll be waiting for you in Bali."
Ah Ming was also a very busy man, and after finalizing the matter, the two did not talk much, and Xia Yu's plans also needed to be adjusted.
Originally, I planned to go straight back to China, but now I have to form a team to go to Thailand.
Old Ke and his two companions are definitely not enough; he also needs to bring Group 1 and the Mole Car Group with him.
In addition, time is tight, and it's definitely too late to ship the two vehicles by sea; we have to call an An-124...
Wait, it seems they're transporting weasels, which are lighter than cougars.
Then there's no problem. We can just hitch a ride on the French A400M to Bali. Anyway, their transport planes always leave empty after delivering supplies to Mali.
This time, if Xia Yu helps bring back some ballast tanks, he can save hundreds of thousands of euros.
Not to mention that saving money is only one aspect; the schedules of the Russian An-124 transport planes were already fully booked, and there was simply no spare transport plane available.
Therefore, we still need to operate our own strategic transport aircraft. Tactical transport aircraft like the C-160 can only carry a few Weasel vehicles for rapid deployment, and cannot carry a single heavy infantry fighting vehicle.
He immediately called the A400M camp to confirm their upcoming transport schedules.
The Weasel S30 is in Keidar, and the S3 that Jihuo Defense retired is still in Chungfei. We'll make them make another trip to Pirou.
"The matter in Nirier is almost settled, but what about the bag-flying squirrels?"
Xia Yu asked Old Ke beside him.
They came by land in a convoy, leaving behind a few wheeled infantry fighting vehicles. The village protection team took the immigrants back to Kedar, and his boss had a helicopter to pick them up.
"They just filled up their tank in Agadez and are heading this way."
Christian contacted Andre every half hour, so in less than 10 minutes, Super Hornet appeared in everyone's sight.
After dark, Xia Yu, who had returned to Kedar, held an emergency meeting, ordering the village protection team to give the Weasel S30 a full set of maintenance and dispatching Group 1 to escort the infantry fighting vehicle to Oga.
The flying fox was delivering supplies in Chung Fei. The C-160 couldn't pull the weasel, but the people and tools were fine.
The transport plane flew over to take the two support squads of the 1st Company, D Platoon of the village protection team to Pilo for maintenance. After confirming that the brand-new Weasel S3 was on the cargo hold of the American A400M, Xia Yu also boarded the Fisher with Lao Ke, Kuhn and a few others.
As the fastest turboprop transport aircraft, the Airbus A319CJ was unable to overtake the A400M, which took off earlier; the two Marders arrived in Bali before them.
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