Soviet Union 1991

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This is the first time Victor has set foot in the city of Baghdad. Although he came here with a South African passport, the senior officials in Baghdad who were in contact with the Soviet Union naturally knew this man who did not seem to have any Russian temperament. , a negotiator sent by the Soviet Union.

This time, Yanayev planned to make a big and risky deal, giving Saddam an unexpected surprise before the Chemical Weapons Convention was officially launched. This time Yanayev did not give Saddam a batch of chemical weapons, but directly provided a batch of mechanical supporting facilities for the production of chemical weapons.

Even though Victor is a battle-tested international arms dealer, this is his first time handling such a transaction. If the incident comes to light, Victor will have to face multiple pursuits from Mossad, the CIA, and MI6. After all, he is now an important figure on the CIA blacklist. Of course, his crime is not to destroy world peace, but to Steal the CIA's arms business.

After Victor got off the bus, he covered his face with an Arab scarf. The street was very noisy and there were people coming and going. He had to carefully avoid these people and walked towards the agreed remote alley. At the same time, you have to be alert to see if anyone is following you behind.

At the end of the alley, a jeep was waiting for him. Several guys with unfriendly faces were waiting for Victor to get in. They threw a hood to Victor and told him to put it on.

Victor put the airtight hood on his head without hesitation, and after undergoing a series of body searches, he was pushed into the jeep and headed for an unknown destination. It was very quiet along the way. Victor could only hear his own breathing and the roar of the car's engine as it moved forward.

Victor is now like a helpless fly. Although he has now obtained a large number of arms orders in local armed conflicts around the world, it has even made him a wealthy bourgeois. But Victor knew very well that his interests were closely aligned with the Soviet Union and Yanayev. If he had the idea of ​​defecting, no matter where he went in the world, there would be a group of persistent KGB agents who wanted to assassinate him, and the lives of his family members in the Soviet Union would be at risk.

So no matter the destination the Soviet Union gave him was heaven or hell. He must move forward without hesitation, because he has no retreat. Just like now, as long as the people around him give him a bullet. Victor was helpless.

But at least Saddam was a man of reason and ambition. How dare he offend the representatives sent by the Soviet Union. So we specially arranged to meet in Saddam's secret stronghold. Victor felt that the noise on the road was getting weaker and weaker. He still didn't know that he was far away from the city of Baghdad and heading towards a desolate stretch of Gobi deep in the desert.

Victor only felt that the light reflected on his eyelids suddenly became a little dim. The car had already driven into a certain cave, where Saddam and his guards had been waiting for Victor for a long time. Regarding the coveted weapons of mass destruction, Saddam personally intervened in the negotiations.

The mask on Victor's face was removed. At first, he was not used to the dim light in the cave. After his vision gradually became clear from blur, he could clearly see the middle-aged man in front of him and the thick beard between the corners of his mouth. There was also a somewhat erratic look in his eyes when he saw Victor.

Victor, who is keenly observant, can immediately see that Saddam in front of him has some unspeakable secrets. But he didn't rush to ask. Instead, he greeted all negotiators politely, "Thank you very much, President Saddam, for taking time out of your busy schedule to see me."

Of course, for Saddam, there is nothing more important than weapons of mass destruction. He also politely replied, "Mr. Victor, please give me my sincere greetings to the Soviet people..."

"You are mistaken, President Saddam." Victor shook his head. "This transaction was not initiated by the Soviet government, but one of my secret employers happened to have a batch of chemical weapons in the hands. Do you understand?"

Victor was actually telling Saddam himself in a subtle way. Don't say the term Soviet Union. He can't guarantee that there won't be bugs in this place, or that there won't be CIA agents hundreds of kilometers away monitoring his every move.

"Don't worry, Mr. Victor. This is my secret stronghold. Except for myself, few people know where my hiding place is." Saddam was about to ease the atmosphere, but he was greeted by With Victor's cold eyes, he had no choice but to swallow the next words that came to his lips.

"It's always better to be careful. When you returned to Tikrit for recuperation the year before last, weren't you almost attacked by a car bomb? Besides, in the past few years, Samode has planned many plans against you? They are eager to eradicate you. Clean. One is because of the oil interest dispute, and the other is because of purely religious issues," Victor said straightforwardly, not caring whether these issues would irritate Saddam's nerves.

"I don't want to talk more about these issues, let's get back to the point. The Soviet Union will provide you with a batch of manufacturing process equipment for v-x poison gas, soman gas and sarin gas, and these things can only be traded in gold." What Victor said Pointedly, he pointed to the briefcase at his feet, indicating if he could open it.

Saddam nodded and made a gesture of invitation.

Fearing that he would be killed by Saddam's bodyguards, Victor took every step carefully until he opened the box and placed three transparent glass bottles on the table one by one. There was a seemingly complex electronic device on this plain bottle. This was the switch button for the detonator.

Victor swept his right hand across the table and said to Saddam, "What is presented to you is Soman gas, Ta-Beng gas, and Sarin gas."

As soon as Victor finished speaking, someone pressed a Kalashnikov against his forehead. They thought Victor was sent by the CIA to assassinate Saddam, and they almost shot everyone to death. Unexpectedly, Saddam actually scolded his bodyguards not to be so rude to guests.

The point against his head was moved away, and Victor finally breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that he would not die. Saddam said apologetically, "They are just too loyal, and they don't have much malice."

Saddam looked at the colorless and invisible gas in the bottle with interest and asked, "Are you going to sell us a batch of poison gas? Like the ones you carry?"

"Strictly speaking, not really." Victor shook his head and took out another contract from his briefcase, but in his eyes, it still made no sense to sign it at this time. If Iraq defaulted, the Soviet Union would not send troops to crush it directly, but Saddam was not a fool. He knew very well what would happen if he dared to play tricks in business with the Soviet Union.

Moreover, Saddam was not a fool either. He naturally knew the necessity of this transaction, so Saddam, who only had money left, was naturally happy to make this deal with the Soviet Union.

"Our transaction conditions require you to use gold as the currency for repayment and payment." The Soviet government, which already had enough foreign currency savings, did not care about Saddam's little money. Moreover, the wind was tight recently. If the US dollar was used for payment at will, once the United States found out, it would inevitably be a bloody trip to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

Saddam was slightly stunned. He did not expect Russia to ask such a question. He had to ask, "Why use gold as a payment method? We can pay the corresponding US dollars. We have the economic ability to do so."

"No reason. This is just our condition. If you agree, we will sign a contract. If you don't agree, we will have the opportunity to cooperate together in the future..." Victor said lightly, with an attitude that you can buy it if you don't want to buy it, I will find someone else.

After that, Victor added a lethal sentence, "I don't know if Iran has any interest in these things..." (To be continued ~^~)