In the mountains, before I drove 500 meters, I saw a few simple barracks in a clearing in the middle of the col, and the arsenal arrived.

The three of them got out of the car, and the barracks looked like a company of people couldn't live there, and the number of soldiers was very small, and the number of people who saw and emerged added up to more than 20, and the assistants might only be a platoon.

A lieutenant colonel came out of the first floor of a barracks with several men, and Vasily saw that among the tall lieutenant colonel were a lieutenant and two lieutenants, as well as two infantry sergeants.

According to the size of the barracks, it is enough for at most one lieutenant to be stationed at this arsenal, and even one of the sergeants can take someone to watch it, because the last time Gilardino came here, the lieutenant colonel named Baluku did not come at all, and a sergeant accompanied him.

It's interesting to note that these people are not the same branch of the military: the lieutenant colonel and a lieutenant are infantry red-striped brochures, while the lieutenant and another lieutenant are artillery officers with blue stripes and a green background.

Alberto Cannavaro greeted him and said with a smile: "Hello, Lieutenant Colonel Baluku, this trip I brought my friends, really big customers..."

As soon as the two sides are introduced, this is considered an acquaintance.

This person's dealings also depend on the momentum, Gilardino has not yet shaken off his aura of a small businessman, and Vasily and Leonid give the impression of being rich, and their eyes reveal natural confidence, which is naturally looked down upon by the Albanian officers.

Confident and not annoying, people are here to do business, and everyone gets rich after talking, and they don't need to be like the arms deal in Western gangster movies.

Let's sit in an office first, everyone gets to know each other, the buyer needs to know what's here, and the seller has to find out the bottom of the buyer.

Vasily kept a pleasant smile and, after tasting the coffee offered by the orderly, said in pure Roman Italian: "Mr. Lieutenant Colonel, as long as the variety is suitable and the price is reasonable, money is not a problem.

But there are some things that have to be said upfront, if, I say, if the business is negotiated, you need to be responsible for sending the goods to the nearest cargo port, such as Durres, and you need to ensure the safety of our goods in your territory and territorial waters.

We can take care of the normal terminal leasing costs and terminal loading and unloading costs, but the security fee, transportation costs and labor costs between the arsenal and the seaport must be included in the price of the goods.

The payment method uses the three-three system, one-third of the goods are selected and paid, the other one-third of the goods are paid after the goods are loaded on the ship, and the last part needs to be paid after you send someone to accompany us on the ship and leave the Albanian territorial waters.

The first time we dealt with it, we thought it would be more appropriate to pay in this way.

As for the future...

I hope we can have a good time working together this time. ”

Several Albanian officers were more proficient in Italian, at least able to communicate, so Vasily did not have to make a fool of himself in his stumbling Albanian language.

It's a normal request, otherwise what kind of money does an arms dealer make in his head with a belt in his trousers?

A careless person is people, money, and life, and no one is a fool, and such a payment method is already very reasonable.

Lieutenant Colonel Baluku has no opinion, and the next thing is to see the goods and negotiate the price, what you like and I want. Albania did not want to leave the buyers, and Vasily's words had deliberately revealed some information - loading and transporting goods on cargo ships was not a petty fight like Mr. Gilardino.

Moreover, the officers also thought that there were only three merchants on the other side, and there were more than thirty soldiers here, and the other party would not remember the unpleasantness, otherwise they would not be able to get out of this mountain pass.

Of course, the officers did not want such a thing to happen. Now that the goods in your hand are not easy to sell, can you give them to those poor guys in Yugoslavia in the north?

The Yugoslavs have already turned their brains into dog brains, but they are already a big military industrial country, and even if the population is insufficient, it is unlikely that there will be a shortage of arms.

If something unpleasant happens here, now this market and this study of arms will really have to be stopped in their hands, and others would rather go to Romania, Germany and Ukraine than think of coming here.

The officers were right about everything else, the only thing that could be wrong was safety!

This was not a line to be shot, because of self-confidence and goodwill, the soldiers did not search for the three Vasily and did not worry that they were carrying weapons.

They brought with them, a Type 54 in his pocket, a Type 67 silencer pistol stuffed inside his trench coat, and even Gilardino put a small 64 small smashing gun in his pocket.

If the Albanians here are interested in seeing wealth, it is not certain whether the three Vasily will be able to get out of this col alive, but the four officers and two senior sergeants don't want to get out alive!

Leaving the barracks, you don't need to drive, just walk.

A very good quality in the col, but looking at the war-ready highway that is a little old extends inward, out of more than 100 meters is a "figure-eight" depression, a very strong steel double gate has been opened, two soldiers with 56 chongs standing at the door, there are two more inside, holding two short crowbars in their hands.

This would begin with Gilardino as a squad, with Vasily chatting with Lieutenant Colonel Baluku and Leonid chatting with several other officers.

Walking to the gate, Vasily asked, "Lieutenant Colonel, what is here?"

"About 10,000 sets of AK47 assault rifles made in China, most of them are wooden supports, and less than half of them are folded. About 1,000 of them are used old guns, but they are all in more than 80% condition, and the maintenance is not bad.

We've been downsizing for the past two years, and the ones that have fallen back are piled up in scrap warehouses, and here are all good guns.

The rest are all new guns, new and good, and basically unopened. ”

Speaking of this, Baluku paused and said: "There are about 1,000 RPD light machine guns in China imitating the Soviet Union, and the number of old guns is less than one layer.

However, in addition to enough magazines and drums, there is basically no cave warehouse for carrying equipment and accessories, and if you want to complete it, you have to go to other warehouses, which are more than ten kilometers away. ”

Hearing this, Vasily smiled and said, "We're not in a hurry, aren't we, let's take a look first." ”

Baluku also smiled, "The equipment produced by the Chinese people is still very reliable, no worse than the color of the goods produced in the Soviet Union." ”

Vasily nodded, not to mention that he would pretend to be an Italian arms dealer, even if he was still a KGB, he would not think that the Chinese imitation AK would be any worse than the original Soviet one.

Walking into the cave, there are large crates densely stacked on both sides, and I noticed that the "56 punches (10)" are printed with white paint on one side, and there is a production date on it.

The two soldiers stepped forward and directly pried open a box marked "September 1, 1970", revealing what was inside—ten Type 56 submachine guns were fixed on two layers of two-section wooden racks, and the bottom layer was divided into three compartments, densely arranged with arc-shaped 30-round empty magazines.