Soviet Union 1991

Victor's collusion with the German Democratic Renaissance Party became more and more frequent, even touching on some businesses that only the Soviet Union's regular arms export departments could take, such as the sale of MiG fighters worth several hundred million dollars, no longer the small-scale Kalashnikov and RPG rocket launchers.

The number of ships sailing on the Baltic Sea began to increase.

Victor, who has multiple provinces, can always get rid of disgusting guys on the high seas. Interpol's actions are more diligent than flies. They can always smell the blood of death merchants in certain places and then come to find them. However, under Victor's careful layout, they failed again and again.

He likes the smell of sea water, which is better than the body soaked in formalin for a long time. It is a happy thing for people who have witnessed too many political secrets to be alive to see the sunrise tomorrow.

Comrade Victor is obviously a dark shadow that the Kremlin's top leaders love and hate.

He stood on the bow, lit a cigarette, and took a deep breath.

If the contents of the container on this freighter spread out, not to mention the covetousness of Europe, I am afraid that Langley, far across the Atlantic, will also be shocked. The CIA also had its eyes on the German Democratic Renaissance Party, but even Tenet dared not arbitrarily violate President Mario's political stance for the regime on the arms embargo list.

But Victor can, he is a free arms dealer, a pure businessman, even if someone calls him a scum among scum, his eyes are decorated with copper shells of bullets, his mouth is always filled with the unclean smell of gunpowder, and his soul is more dirty than the portrait printed on the Federal Reserve's printing press.

Screw your morality, shame, compassion, and sense of justice, as long as it can be exchanged for US dollars, he can sell it by the pound like a second-hand gun.

"There is no shortage of places to hide filth in this world, and there are countless scums parasitic in this gray and black world. The reason why I can stand in the international waters of the Baltic Sea is not because of my cleverness, but because of the huge monster behind me.

He glanced at a series of manifests, and the names alone were enough to make the legs of small arms dealers who made shoulder-fired anti-aircraft missiles and anti-tank mines tremble with excitement.

3 MiG-29m2 fighters, equipped with modern upgrade kits.

2 Su-24 bombers.

3 Su-17 bombers.

4 Mi-28 helicopters.

4 Ka-52 helicopters.

Hail self-propelled artillery...

Behind a manifest is a dirty political deal. The Soviet giant bear doesn't care how much difference it can make from it, because political interests cannot be described with a piece of green paper.

Only greedy businessmen dare to Quietly grabbed a handful of the remaining bread crumbs.

The more he read, the more excited Victor's hands trembled, and even the cigarette between his hands was shaking. Although the arms embargo has caused a lot of trouble, it cannot be implemented at all if such people do not make mistakes. The huge arms trade is hidden in the trade of food, medicine, and even steel pipes.

The arms trade between countries, even if Victor takes a commission of 1%, is enough for a person to squander for the rest of his life.

Of course, Yanaev can't expect arms dealers to think from the perspective of politicians, so they never know what they have missed for the US dollar...

The mobile phone rang, and Victor subconsciously said hello.

Soon his face changed.

"I'm Victor, um... Yes, Mr. Smiryev, what? The German warship is approaching? Do they know where we are? To intercept this ship, is this a joke? No, oh, then how much time do I have? "

The wind started to blow on the calm Baltic Sea.

Victor said goodbye to the big shot on the other end of the phone in an unusually calm manner.

The originally peaceful journey was disrupted by a phone call. Victor didn't seem to care much about the sudden accident. Interpol would not dare to intercept the cargo on the ship even if it had three guts. Victor himself had a close relationship with the Soviet military. He could even be said to be the Soviet Union's middleman for arms sales in the underground black market. But the fools called Interpol claimed to be righteous, but were weak and powerless. They could only catch some harmless pests in the hands of the world's rulers, or watch Victor's cruise ship roaming between East Germany and the Baltic Sea.

It was not difficult to conceal the truth, but today, the Soviet Communist Party's superiors rescued him. Even if they could stand firm in law and morality, they could do nothing. Victor is not a bit.

If there is no accident next, Victor will arrive at the East German port very smoothly, where the Democratic Republican Army, which controls the German port, will unload these new weapons that have just been put on the market, and quickly form a strong combat force for the Democratic Republican Army. Ensure that East Germany will not face the situation of being beaten after the election is broken.

The blue world is covered with dirty spots, and the calm sea is interrupted by the shuttle speedboat. Victor said before that these flies will always follow him by smelling the blood on his hands. Obviously, the intelligence received by these idiots is not accurate enough. If it is accurate, when he sees the name of the ship, he should stay as far away as possible, instead of approaching without fear of death.

The righteous people on the speedboat began to board the ship for inspection. Victor, with his hands behind his back, stood in the middle of the container in the middle of the ship, welcoming the enthusiastic market.

But what he was waiting for was an angry face. The flash cap of the MP5 submachine gun was already pressed against his chin. As long as he applied a little more force, he could poke a bloody hole in Victor's chin even without firing a bullet.

"Come on, let me see how much credit Mr. Victor has brought to our Interpol organization this time?"

He grabbed Victor's collar, pointed at the container and said, "I want to know what's inside? The list is for the export of civilian machinery and equipment? Do you really think we are stupid?"

Victor shook his head and defended, "I'm not mocking you. New police officers always have a passion for them. I understand it very well."

A cigarette was handed to the Interpol officer. Victor shook his hand and asked, "Or? A pure Cuban cigar?"

Krenz didn't get a reward for his good try, but instead he pressed his neck directly against the container.

"You have been fooled. The secrets here are not something that people of your level can understand. Maybe the agent who provided you with information wants to see you die early so that he can have the position to climb up. Go back and treat it as Nothing happened and the ship arrived safely at the German port.”

The police officer put his hands on the door of the container. What Victor said aroused his curiosity.

At this moment, his walkie-talkie sounded the urgent voice of his superior.

"Who asked you to get on that ship?"

"Do you know who he is?"

"Don't be in a daze on that ship, come back to me quickly!"

The police officer looked at Victor with an uneasy expression.

The other person just smiled and didn't care. (To be continued.)