Soviet Union 1991

Simmeon Weiss. △♦,.

The spokesperson for several US arms giants, the chairman of the arms club at that time was a lifetime position. During the Afghan War in the 1980s, he was the liaison between Western Congressman Charlie Wilson and the Afghan Muzahiddin guerrillas, and the weapons supplier of Congressman Charlie who changed the pattern of the Afghan war.

In comparison, Tarabaal was just a tribal elder of the local Sunni faction. In fact, he did not dare to offend these CIA murderers. He was really afraid that if he angered the CIA personnel, they would directly use air strikes to wipe out Anbar Province. He had to call another place for money transactions and asked them to prepare all the previous US dollars and submit them to the CIA contact person.

Then Simeon also made a phone call to inform the contact person at another location that all the weapons could be sent to them. After the other party confirmed the amount and the amount, the transaction thousands of miles away was completed. Ximien was just playing the role of the mastermind behind the scenes. After all, he couldn't let others find out that the CIA was secretly supporting the enemies of the United States behind the back of the senior US government officials.

Ximien put down the phone, stretched out his hand and shook hands with the other party in a friendly manner, and said with a smile, "We are very much looking forward to cooperating with you again, and I believe the CIA is also very happy to see our deal. Oh, and the CIA doesn't like our trading partners to have anything to do with other forces that want to intervene in the Middle East, so don't do anything stupid."

Tarabale just glanced at him and didn't say anything. Everyone knew what the other forces meant. The "Kurdish Crescent" where Kurds gathered in Sulmaniyah Province, Ebil Province and Duhuk Province almost became the sphere of influence of Soviet arms sales and military aid. Even neighboring Turkey was nervously watching every move in this area. Deeply afraid that the fully-fledged Kurds would unite with the Turkish Workers' Party to launch an independent nation-building movement.

"I saved my life, huh." The mercenaries in the car breathed a sigh of relief. They didn't expect that the CIA representative next to them could resolve a crisis with just a few words.

While others were talking and laughing, Ximien still maintained a cold expression, looking at the excited people, and just shook his head slightly. "This arms deal is just the beginning, the beginning of our declaration of war against Soviet forces."

The car was quiet in an instant, and everyone looked at Ximien, hoping that he could continue.

"The Soviet Union controls the world's largest export of black and gray arms. There are many countries that are jealous of this piece of cake, but the leaders of these countries controlled by votes dare not openly export violence and blood like the Soviet Union, and can only secretly pray not to be caught. Now the CIA wants to break the Soviet rules and the gray arms trade controlled by the Soviet Union. The CIA also wants a piece of the pie."

"Do you know what the biggest problem is for two arms dealers to go to war?" Simien said to the person next to him, "That is, both sides have endless bullets. This will definitely be a protracted war. And the first person to sacrifice is Victor Bout."

Before going to Iraq, Victor stayed in Saudi Arabia for a while to sort out his fake passport information. As one of the largest international arms dealers, Victor owns a large fleet of Antonov cargo planes. His company, Seth Airlines, transports a large number of Soviet-made weapons to armed conflict areas around the world every year in exchange for a steady stream of foreign exchange and diamonds. There is also an invisible war between the five permanent members of the Security Council.

When Victor saw the news from the KGB, he was still sorting out the relevant documents. He quickly read the information on the paper, took out a lighter and burned the paper to ashes.

"Well. Interesting, I didn't expect the CIA to choose the Sunnis instead of the Shiites. Did they see the weakness of the Shiites?" Victor answered to himself. In the next quarter of an hour, he will go to Erbil, the capital of the Kurdish Autonomous Region. During the Iraq War, it became an independent zone with no one in charge through the careful operation of the Soviet Union.

After opening up the Turkish Straits, almost the entire Black Sea became the Soviet Union's back garden. The joint trusteeship system of the Straits resulted in Soviet ships passing through the Turkish Straits without the need for Turkish boarding inspections, and they were transported to the Kurdish autonomous provinces through Iran. This simply provided convenience for the Soviet Union to sell arms in the Middle East.

Just when all the procedures were ready, the door of the hotel room was suddenly knocked open. A group of police officers rushed in, and Victor raised his hands above his head very tactfully and half-knelt on the ground. The police officer holding an MP5 pointed his gun at Victor, and when everything in the room was under the control of the police, the police in suits and leather shoes came in.

"What's going on?" Victor said.

The other party did not say a word to him, and said directly, "We are from Interpol, Mr. Victor, you are suspected of illegal arms smuggling, come with us now. You have the right to remain silent now. But every word you say will become evidence in court."

At this time, Victor chose to remain silent. He looked at the room full of armed policemen, and wondered in his heart, was he betrayed?

If he was betrayed, it would be a big problem. He looked around and gave up the idea of ​​escaping. He regretted why he had rashly entered Saudi Arabia. The most important question now was, who betrayed him? KGB? Victor was the first to reject such an idea. Iraq and Libya were good opportunities to make money. The top leaders would not do such a stupid thing.

Envious of his peers? This was very likely. Victor helped the Soviet Union build the largest underground arms empire. It was impossible for him not to be jealous of his peers.

During the process of being escorted from the hotel to the police car, Victor did not say a word. He knew that the KGB guys were secretly observing him. Maybe they had already started to use various diplomatic means to carry out the rescue mission.

In public occasions in other countries, the KGB would not take the lead in using force to rescue.

"You will spend the rest of your life in prison, Mr. Victor. A scum like you will run back and forth between the court and the prison, if I am not mistaken." The police escorting Victor stared at Victor's face, quite proud. Interpol spent three years looking for evidence, but didn't expect to locate Victor's information through an anonymous report email.

"Then I'll tell you what will happen next, Mr. Policeman." Victor crossed his legs, stared at the other person's face, and said with a smile, "When you arrive at your destination, you will find a person of much higher rank than you standing at the door the moment you open the door. He will not encourage you to catch a wanted criminal, but may directly ask you to hand over the extradition to the Soviet ambassador to Saudi Arabia standing next to him, and take out a bunch of documents stamped by bureaucrats to tell you the legality of his actions. Anyway, isn't the final outcome of Interpol to extradite the criminals back to their place of nationality for trial? Then it is reasonable for me to hand them over to the Soviet government."

"What do you want to say?" asked the police officer in charge of the arrest.

"Nothing, I just want to say that you will never catch me." Victor sighed, he extended the handcuffs in front of the police, and pursed his lips at the police, "How about we make a bet? The one who opens the door to greet you later will not be the one congratulating your boss, but the leader with an embarrassed face."

(Today I saw that the pirated article forum was blocked, and it seems that online literature finally has a chance to enter the era of genuine products. The days when authors work hard to write and are criticized by pirated readers all day are over. Of course, those who advocate the theory of pirated popularity are often the happiest group to eat human blood buns. The various forms of life described by Lu Xun are still vividly displayed. Online literature has been deeply harmed by piracy for a long time, and now it is time to welcome the golden age.) (To be continued.)