Soviet Godfather

The peddler that Valentin met in Kandahar claimed to be able to obtain the needle missile he needed and another more advanced American-made Stinger missile. Originally, Valentin thought the other party was bragging. But he still underestimated the abilities of these locals with hands and eyes.

Because of Afghanistan’s security style, guns are almost like a must-have for life. Now in Afghanistan, even if people go out to the hospital to see a doctor, they will go with weapons. Therefore, it is not incredible to sell guns and ammunition frankly on the black market.

Behind the weapon stall owner was obviously a team with strength and background, but within three days, Valentin saw the two individual air defense missiles belonging to different camps in the yard of the weapon stall owner’s home.

The weapon vendor bought a set of launchers for the stinger and needle missiles, and three for each of the two missiles. They are placed in different ammunition boxes.

"I'm not surprised that you can get American weapons, but why can you get even Soviet weapons?" Although Valentin was very happy to get the weapons, the former KGB was saddened by the Soviet army's corrupt military discipline. After all, He was still playing for his homeland not long ago. Even now, his sense of mission still makes him want to figure out how these Afghans are dealing with the scum in the Red Army.

"We have our people in the Afghan People's Army and the Mujahideen guerrillas, and they are willing to exchange unused weapons for money!" The weapon vendor said without reservation, he didn't mind showing himself to potential big buyers. Close relationship with the Afghan government and the jihadists.

"Then what price are you going to sell?" Valentin asked.

“The Soviets’ missiles are 10,000 U.S. dollars per piece, and the launcher is a free set for every three missiles. The American missiles are about 15,000 U.S. dollars per piece, and the launcher is also a free set for every three missiles!” Jing replied.

"Can it be cheaper?" Valentin asked next.

"This is already the cheapest, you know, we are the only ones who can get this kind of missile locally!" The weapon vendor resolutely denied.

"Then how much else can you get? For this price, I want it all!" Valentin said simply, this time it is really a huge profit. The Afghans don't know the actual price of these missiles, so they can buy weapons from them on a part-time basis. It's the same for nothing.

"At present, you can only get these. You have to know my friend. The weapons are occasionally in the warehouse and one or two are inconspicuous, but if they are emptied, they will be easily found!" Xiang Wa, the weapon vendor Lian Jing explained.

Valentin did not hesitate to take out several bundles of green bill rolls from his body, each of which was a solid ten thousand dollars. After Valentin paid seventy-five thousand U.S. dollars to the weapon vendor, he also rewarded his little servant Qasim with one thousand U.S. dollars. Everyone was very happy.

"You are really a generous buyer, and it is a pleasure to do business with people like you!" The weapon vendor politely said to Valentin.

"I feel the same way. I hope I can buy more missiles when I come again next time!" Valentin also replied politely.

"You will come next time? When?" The weapon vendor was a little surprised, knowing that although the missile is powerful, its operation is complicated and the price is high. Few customers would be interested in this weapon. Valentin is almost This stall owner has encountered the biggest customer since opening.

"Then it depends on when you will be able to stock up here. I don’t want to buy three of these missiles next time. It’s best to get me twenty at one time! You need to know the time is Money, wasting my time is just having trouble with money!" Valentin said triumphantly.

The weapon vendor shook hands with Valentin helplessly and drove him back to the hotel. After arriving at the hotel, Valentin sent Qasim to look out for the wind. He picked up the satellite phone and dialed Petrov's number.

"Boss, I got it! I got three of the Soviet-made and the American-made. How can I transport these things back in the current problem?" Valentin reported to Petrov in a low voice.

"Is it fast? Where are you now?" Dad asked satisfied on the phone.

"In Kandahar in southern Afghanistan, a city close to Pakistan! Although the road from here to Kabul is safe, the road conditions on the road are too bad, the transportation of missiles is unsafe, and there are still traces of guerrilla activities nearby!" Valentin kept talking about his difficulties on the phone, and now Valentin wished to fly back to Moscow immediately and put these missiles in Petrov's hands. You know, according to the previously agreed price, these missiles will bring Valentin a huge fortune of nearly 1.7 million US dollars. Valentin didn't want to fail in transportation in the end.

"I didn't ask~www.wuxiaspot.com~ If you stay at your current place for a few more days, I will find a way to send a plane to pick you up!" Daddy Petrov said calmly.

"Fly... a plane? Are you kidding me?" Valentin thought Petrov would joke again.

"Yes, airplane! What you need is a transport plane, I'm right! Wait for a few days, we will pick you up as quickly as possible!" Daddy Petrov replied affirmatively.

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Five days later, when Valentin saw a Tu-144D modified cargo plane at the airport of the Soviet Air Force Base in Kandahar, he exclaimed in his heart: "These gangsters are really capable of TND. Actually sent the fastest plane in the Soviet Union!"

Valentin bought a property in Kandahar before leaving, and asked Qasim to wait for him to return. At the same time, he paid a deposit of about 10,000 U.S. dollars to the weapon vendor as a basis for the next sale.

Valentin’s missiles were repackaged and placed inside a large defensive Afghan-style sculpture, which was transported on the plane as crafts. He noticed that the airline marked on the plane was called Mediterranean Shipping. The pilot and crew members on the plane were all Russians like Valentin, but Valentin accidentally learned that the people travelling with the cargo spoke Spanish.

"Hello Valentin, I am Gomez, the Spanish translator of Mediterranean Shipping!" The other party introduced himself.

"Well, I took the liberty to ask, why would you send me a Spanish interpreter, aren't we going back to Russia?" Valentin asked suspiciously.

"No, we are going to fly to Medellin, Colombia to complete this business. The boss told me that you are our product after-sales engineer! Go to Colombia to show buyers the performance of the product!" Gomez replied stupidly .