If you cheat, money will follow

"No, no, you misunderstood," the captain explained, waving his hands, "These are not rubbish. These clothes are hot commodities in the African market."

He casually picked up a red and white school uniform with the words "Strive forward and study for the rise of ZH" printed on it and showed it to the Yingjiang special forces members.

"Look, these clothes are of high quality and intact." The captain's tone revealed pride.

"The price of these clothes can double in Africa. The cost of a ton of these clothes is 200 US dollars, but they can be sold for 400 US dollars a ton there. The supply exceeds the demand."

He introduced the cargo on the three freighters in detail:

The first was filled with all manner of clothing;

The second ship has a dazzling array of second-hand shoes;

The third ship is a variety of second-hand handicrafts.

The special operations team members' eyes fell on a slightly old, yellowed and black rubber toy.

They asked in disbelief: "Oh my god, can this thing be sold?"

The captain smiled and replied: "Don't underestimate it. This toy is extremely popular in Africa. It will be sold out as soon as it arrives."

"But...it has changed color..." one of the team members pointed out doubtfully.

"So what if the color has changed?" the captain said disapprovingly, "The important thing is that its function remains the same, and it is even more popular."

"More popular? Have you tried it?" the team member asked curiously.

"Of course I don't need this," the captain smiled and shook his head, "but there are people in Africa who need it."

…………

The results of the boarding inspection were quickly communicated back to the Pentagon, and officials were deeply disappointed.

They firmly believe that in some hidden corner, there must be equipment being secretly transported to the Flippers for use in the ongoing conflict.

New clues quickly surfaced.

Through satellite monitoring, they discovered that a number of IL-76 transport planes have frequently taken off and landed at Boromia Airport recently.

After taking off from Parami Airport, these transport planes will fly along the southern foothills of the Himalayas, pass through the airspace of northeastern Asan, Bangladesh, northern Asan and Pakistan Railways, and finally enter the airspace of Iraq smoothly.

The entire route was unobstructed and as smooth as silk.

Officials immediately reported the situation to Austin.

After hearing this, Austin frowned and fell into deep thought.

His fingers tapped lightly on the table, as if looking for a breakthrough.

After a long time, Austin slowly asked: "Are you sure those IL-76s have equipment on board?"

"Mr. Minister, although we cannot be 76% sure, according to our analysis, the possibility of loading military equipment on the IL- transport aircraft is extremely high, accounting for at least %. After all, this is an unprecedented new route." Advanced Security Analysis Personnel McCorkle replied.

Austin frowned, thinking about possible plans of action, "Then how should we respond? Are we going to shoot down these IL-76s?"

He was undecided about the move.

McCorkle responded immediately: "Mr. Secretary, it is not wise to take direct military action. Once our aircraft crosses the Gulf and approaches its airspace, it may face the risk of being shot down."

He further analyzed: "Moreover, our missiles are likely to be intercepted when approaching the target, which will trigger a greater conflict."

He continued: "We should try our best to avoid such conflicts and risks, because we do not have much advantage in the other side's airspace and waters."

Austin was silent for a while and had to admit that McCorkle's analysis was reasonable.

There was a time when North American aircraft and ships were uninhabited wherever they went, and no one dared to compete with them.

However, now, the once boundless sky has been divided by countless barriers, like a free-flying bird imprisoned in a small birdcage.

Austin looked at McCork again, "So, do you have any suggestions?"

A cunning light flashed in McCork's eyes, "We can use Ah San's power. They have enough motivation to declare their existence."

"But what if they are unwilling to cooperate?" Austin asked.

"Then we have a bargaining chip." McCorkle said confidently with a smile.

…………

At this time, Asan, New Delhi.

Lao Xian has been having a headache recently.

Since the conflict with the Bagan autonomous region, he has found himself belittled, ridiculed and even isolated. It feels like a kitten that has been forgotten in a corner and no one cares about it.

The old Bazi in the north constantly creates friction and looks for various excuses to provoke conflicts;

Bangladesh in the east not only mocks them verbally, but also acts tough on trade issues, and its domestic "anti-India" movement is also intensifying.

Sri Lanka and the Maldives in the south no longer swallowed their anger. They have repeatedly argued with them over territorial issues and openly "accused", "criticized" and "slandered" them on various public occasions.

As for the six northeastern states, Lao Xian seems to have given up any hope for them.

Although nominally they still belong to Asan's territory, in fact they have become a country within a country, a separatist territory of more than a dozen civilian armed forces.

With the covert "support" of the autonomous region, these civilian armed forces are well-equipped and have advanced fighting methods, and they never engage in unnecessary head-on confrontations.

They cooperated with each other, helped and restrained each other, and frequently shuttled and fought guerrillas in forests, plains, and mountains...

Under the covert "encourage" of the autonomous regions, in most cases they do not emphasize independence, but pursue autonomy.

Occasionally, there will be a commotion, which will upset people and lead to no peace.

When Lao Xian was distressed, "Mr. Prime Minister," the security consultant came in, "Yingjiang called and wanted to communicate with you on some key issues. Do you need to answer the call?"

"Oh? The key question? Do you know what it is?" Lao Xian asked curiously.

The security consultant speculated: "It may be about the Il-76 transit. They may hope that we can take the initiative instead of doing nothing..."

"Doing nothing?" The old immortal noticed the implication, and his expression suddenly became solemn.

"Come in." He ordered in a deep voice.

"Yes!"

After the call was connected, Lao Xian suppressed his inner displeasure and said, "Hello, Mr. Minister."

"Haha, everything is fine with me recently. Thank you for your concern." Austin said briskly on the other end of the phone.

The old immortal twitched the corner of his mouth and responded: "Haha, that's good. Do you have any specific questions?"

"Huh? About..."

After listening to Austin's statement, Lao Xian felt an inexplicable anger in his heart.

His hand unconsciously tightened his grip on the microphone.

He took a deep breath, spoke into the microphone word by word in a calm and serious tone, and in a diplomatically rigorous manner:

"Mr. Minister, I hope you can make it clear..."

"We have a strategic partnership with them and they are our valued and trusted neighbors."

"The relationship between the two parties is based on sincerity, friendship and uniqueness, with common interests, close cooperation and a bright future vision. At the same time, we are also an important force in maintaining regional peace and stability."

"Therefore, we will never take any action that goes against justice and morality."

The old immortal paused and continued: "Besides, I would like to remind Mr. Minister something."

"As an independent and sovereign country, we have the right to independently choose to develop various forms of bilateral relations with any country."

"This is our internal affairs, and no external force should or has the right to interfere. Your suggestion is incredible. It not only violates democratic principles, but may also set an extremely bad precedent."

"If you really think it's necessary and you feel a security threat..."

"We can open part of the airspace under certain conditions and it's up to you to handle it."

"That's it, goodbye!"

After saying these words, Lao Xian hung up the phone without hesitation, leaving no room for the other party to speak.

Doval listened to the entire conversation and looked thoughtful: "..."

Austin, on the other hand, held the receiver and took a while to come to his senses.

He turned to McCulke and said with some disbelief: "Can I understand that this old man is angry with me? His tone seems to be very unfriendly!"

McCorkle nodded in agreement: "Mr. Minister, you can think so."

"They are indeed in a passive situation recently. But no matter what, he should not be so rude to you. They are not qualified."