Become a super arms dealer with the workshop system

Chapter 28 The rain is coming
Different from the previous four off-road vehicles, at the end of the convoy is a Ural 4320 truck with a closed cargo box. This model was born in the late 70s when the Soviet Union was at its peak, and has spread almost all over the world with the latter.

The vehicle is very close in appearance to its truck counterparts that were converted into troop carriers in Africa, but a careful observer will notice a set of air filtration and charge air conditioning on the roof , connecting the cockpit and the crew compartment at the same time.

This means that it has three defense capabilities, which can protect the internal occupants from nuclear, biological and chemical pollution.In fact, this is a chemical poison monitoring vehicle specially modified from the Ural 4320 chassis. It can detect common chemical poisonous gases with a concentration of one ten-millionth in the air. It can also be used as an ambulance in an emergency to dispose of 1-2 people. sick and wounded.

A week ago, this special vehicle specially modified by the Timoshenko Nuclear, Biological and Chemical Defense Military Academy was sent to Rowanda, along with a four-member senior medical team.

Dr. Leila Melnikova is the head of the medical team.

They will go to the CAF with the "boss" Prigokin, but they are only assisting in the completion of the task and are not under the latter's command.

Since the only Muboko International Airport in CAF that can take off and land large transport aircraft is under the control of a small group of French troops, and the Democratic Republic of the Congo is the French base in sub-Saharan Africa, so they can only use this method to transfer to CAF.

As for the specific tasks of this medical team, only a very small number of people in the team know.

"How long will it be wasted?"

"Not too much, Boss, we are not resting in the car, and plan to drive to a small town called Boda in the southwest of CAF to rest. There is one of our informants, code-named Chrysanthemum, and the Raven is currently there. .” Echo was clearly referring to Huang Qiao and An Tuowan.

"Raven... I remember he said that it is currently controlled by the Belgians?" Prigogine had an impression of the name Raven.

Echo shook his head: "Not to mention control, the ravens have figured out the rules of the Belgians' activities. We enter the city at dusk and leave early the next morning after preparations, so we can avoid the patrols of the Belgians. As for the local police... even more inadequate For worry."

Obviously, everything has been arranged properly, the boss let out a long sigh of relief, lowered his head and continued to read the documents.

At this time, the Rowanda soldiers trotted back again. After returning the envelope, they saluted again, and then signaled their companions to remove the roadblock and let them go.

"Boss, I've always felt that you appear a little... reckless this time." After the convoy left the checkpoint, Echo said to the bald man again: "After all, the current situation in CAF is very chaotic."

Obviously, this person named Echo also has a certain status in the team, otherwise it would be impossible to talk to the boss in the back seat like this.

"The situation is messy, so we have a chance. Afrikaans will be very important to us in the next few years. As for me... I'm just a cook, so I won't attract too much attention."

Prigogine closed the folder in his hand and looked at the sun hanging directly above through the skylight.

He was indeed a cook, but that was 20 years ago.

When Han Feng opened his eyes again, it was already night, probably because he was so excited these days and didn't get enough sleep, he didn't hear the preset alarm clock at all.

"Fuck...it's almost twelve o'clock..."

After raising his left hand to look at the time, Han Feng finally determined that he had missed the opportunity to contact Suonda today. This situation happened occasionally when he went to school in his previous life, and it was a sequela after staying up all night.

After tapping his head that was a little swollen due to long sleep, Han Feng came to the kitchen, decided to get something to eat for himself, and turned on the radio next to him.

The English radio he often listens to is reporting a shooting case in Maine. A black student was shot 17 times by the police on his way back to school in the evening. …

Han Feng shook his head, cracked two eggs into the frying pan with one hand, and switched the radio to the French channel with the other hand. He didn't care much about what happened on the other side of the ocean. The three-acre area of ​​CAF was enough for him to worry about. that's it.

The content reported by the French program is even more pessimistic. The Pact today accused several groups of anti-government armed forces entrenched in the northwest of CAF in collusion with the Black Flag forces, and urged the CAF army to fight against terrorist forces...

"CAF army..." The appearance of Major Cato, who was killed by him, appeared in Han Feng's mind, and he was thinking too much if he wanted to rely on such an unprofessional and scattered army to fight terrorism.

According to Han Feng's knowledge over the past period of time, these armed forces in the Northwest are different from the Seleka Alliance, they are relatively moderate, and they rarely actively attack the territory of the Zhengfu army.

But if this news is true, then the security situation in Boda will deteriorate a lot. The territory of CAF is close to a rectangle that is long from east to west and narrow from north to south, and lacks a natural geographical barrier that runs from east to west. Therefore, the threat from the north is greater than that from the east. more trouble.

The next morning, Han Feng managed not to miss the alarm again, and called Suonda before the start of the salt mine.

"Han, I'm glad to receive your call. How did you think about that matter?"

Suonda got straight to the point. Han Feng called him at this time, it could only be about business, and it was about arms business.

"Well, after a while, I can get you a batch of...heavy weapons." Han Feng stood on the third floor of the repair shop, watching the dirt road below the window: "But my transportation capacity is limited here, think about it." , Do you want a few SPG9 recoilless guns, or AGS17 grenade launchers."

There was a long silence on the phone.

Han Feng didn't urge him either. After all, this is a business with a conservative estimate of tens of thousands of euros, and he definitely can't make an immediate decision.

Thorenda is obviously a thoughtful person, which can be seen from the fact that he had to pay a high price last time to choose to restore a batch of military-standard automatic weapons instead of making a batch of products from the Afrikaans soil workshop.

While Suonda was thinking, Han Feng saw a semi-old Toyota Hilux pickup driving to the door of his repair shop, and there was an obvious scratch on the side of the car.

He remembered seeing the car yesterday in the Belgian camp.

Soon, a person came down from the car. According to the gait and body shape of that person, Han Feng quickly recognized that it was Hamduk, who might have asked him to repair the car.

"Sonda, I have something to do here. Let me know after you make a decision, but as soon as possible."

After Han Feng finished speaking, he hung up the phone and went downstairs to the front desk on the first floor.

"Han, good morning." Hamduk said.

His voice was a little hoarse, which made Han Feng look up curiously, and then found that the other party looked haggard after a night, with chapped lips and bloodshot eyes.

"Morning, are you here to repair the car?" Han Feng looked over Hamduk's shoulder and looked at the pickup truck outside.

In Africa, a scratch on the car is not considered damage at all, so there must be something bigger.

"I want to add a cover to the rear of the pickup truck." Hamduk gestured to Han Feng and said, "You know I have to deliver food everywhere now, and if it rains, I still need something to cover it."

"Back cover..." Han Feng thought about it for a while. Hilux is one of the most common pickups in Afrikaans. Many accessories are standardized, so it's not that difficult to deal with.

"I have a heightened version here. It may be more expensive, but it has more space than the normal one. How about it?"

The roof was dismantled by Han Feng from a car of the same model that was close to being scrapped a few months ago. It extends from the rear edge of the passenger compartment to the entire rear bucket, and can accommodate more things.

"Okay, put it on for me." Hamduk nodded without even asking the specific price.

After all, he will get a lot of money from the Belgians immediately, and when he was driven out, he dealt with a large number of livestock and poultry at a low price, and recovered part of the funds.

"Pull the car to the back, you have to help, this thing is a bit big." Han Feng signaled Hamduk to get in the car and follow him.

It is not difficult to disassemble and assemble this kind of standard parts. With the joint efforts of two people, Han Feng installed the inclined roof on the pickup in a short time.

"700 euros."

Han Feng patted the dust off his palms, and casually quoted a price that wasn't too low.

Hamduk opened the wallet, took out a stack of euro banknotes and handed it to Han Feng, then got into the car and left without looking back.

Han Feng counted money while walking, and when he was about to enter the door, he found that Hamduk had given him a wad of 200 euros.

"Eh?"

He quickly checked again that they were indeed all yellow 200-euro banknotes, and there were a total of 15 of them.

Doing business in a small place like Boda is all about word of mouth, and you must not take money that should not be taken, otherwise once the reputation is damaged, it will be difficult to sustain.

However, Han Feng didn't have Hamduk's contact information, and he didn't even know where he lived now.

Fortunately, Huang Qiao and Yannick must know.

At this time, Suonda called again, telling Han Feng that he needed 3 AGS17 grenade launchers and 270 rounds of supporting ammunition.

The news made Han Feng even take a few deep breaths to stop his slightly trembling body: "The total cost is 5 euros, a one-shot price."

This is not only the biggest order he has received in half a year, but also a new beginning, from a gun dealer to an arms dealer.

"Okay, it's still the same. I need to deliver the goods, and you will set the freight." Suonda hesitated for about half a second before agreeing to the price Han Feng said.

Even for super workshops, grenade launchers are not easy to produce. It takes about 12 hours and a lot of materials. In addition to supporting ammunition, each group of AGS17 plus 90 grenades requires almost one all day long.

More importantly, there is almost no second person who can sell this kind of thing in Afrikaans.

Therefore, the price of 5 euros is not expensive.

(End of this chapter)