Although the two sides did not leave the words down, they agreed verbally.

Yuanjia allowed Sprewell to find arms agents from the United States, and continued to smuggle F14 parts to Iran under the banner of China through the F14 parts smuggling channel established by Liang Yuan at the beginning.

The reason why things are so complicated and we have to borrow the name of Yuanjia is because the current US arms agents are very troubled by Iran's arms market, and the reason why Reagan's Iran-Contra incident broke out has nothing to do with the unfavorable domestic control of the United States, but purely because of the confrontation between Iran's religious forces and the government's secularization forces, and as a result, the religious forces poked out the inside story of exchanging weapons for hostages in order to kill their opponents.

Otherwise, with the control of the CIA and the FBI in the United States, there is no possibility of leaking secrets at all.

Originally, the Republic was a legitimate user of the F14 fighter jet, and the arms dealers represented by Grumman could borrow the Republic as a white glove without taking any risks themselves.

After the drastic change of form the republic was out, the arms traffickers who had been bitten by snakes were temporarily unable to distinguish between reliable and unreliable within the chaotic Iranian political situation, so this multi-billion-dollar arms smuggling channel was temporarily abandoned.

Now, Liang Yuan is continuing this broken line for Grumman, not only providing reliable Iranian connectors, but also willing to act as a nominal white glove, even if there are people in Iran who jump back to leak, Grumman can completely push the matter to the remaining stocks of the Chinese and refuse to admit it.

Of course, this matter is still monitored by the CIA.

The benefit that Liang Yuan got was that Grumman was responsible for finding someone to operate and get Zhuang Tianle out of prison five years ahead of schedule.

Although Zhuang Tianle's incident seemed very big back then, strictly speaking, it was an infighting between Chinese Americans, and there was no real loss except for the face of the CIA and the FBI, and now that things have passed for so long, they have long lost the attention of the news media, and under the coordinated operation of giants such as Grumman, in the face of hundreds of millions of profits every year, the face problem that has passed over time is insignificant at all.

Liang Yuan didn't seem to take advantage of anything, but he was released early by changing to an insignificant community figure, but Liang Yuan knew that even if he didn't match, it wouldn't take a few years for the arms agents in the United States to straighten out the messy relations within Iran and open the channel for smuggling big cat parts.

When you are weak, you will become cannon fodder if you participate in the secret, and when you are strong, you will become a beneficiary, although Yuanjia is not strong, but it has absolutely nothing to do with weakness, and now Liang Yuan has inserted such a hand between the United States and Iran, which can be regarded as a grass and a rabbit, who knows what changes will occur in the future.

The next period of time is like a paradise for Ouyang Wenhui, out of the Gulfstream business jet or Rolls-Royce, living in a five-star hotel or art villa, eating is the chef of the Michelin restaurant door-to-door service, in addition to flirting with the girl Ouyang Wenhui can be regarded as a thorough experience of the daily life of a first-class tyrant.

Thinking that Lao Tzu was almost killed by the black-faced man, the process of hugging this thigh was really sad, lying on the delicate and warm beach of Florida, pillowing the thighs of the brown-haired model who was said to have walked through the runway of Milan Fashion Week, Ouyang Wenhui, who remembered bittersweetly, occasionally remembered Xiong Weixin's black hole muzzle, and still felt a little cold in his back.

Not to mention Ouyang Wenhui's drunken dream in the United States, the protagonist who was remembered by Ouyang Wenhui was frowning, silently lighting a document at least a finger thick in his hand with a lighter.

A STREAM OF CYAN SMOKE ACCOMPANIED THE FLAMES FROM FINE TO THICK, A SMALL FLAME SLOWLY LICKED "IR SIND UEBERALL" (WE ARE EVERYWHERE), AND FINALLY THE THREE LETTERS IR BEGAN TO BURN, AND THE FLAMES SLOWLY ENGULFED SIND, AND THEN ENGULFED UEBERALL~~~.

Even below this line of text, the Ministerium für Staatssicherheit (Ministry of State Security of the German Democratic Republic) has changed from curly burnt yellow to straight gray-black ~~~.

Although there was an occasional tiny crackling sound on the cover of the brown paper engulfed in flames, it was still audible in the already utter silence of the office.

Xiong Weixin watched with a heavy face as the documents in his hand burned out, and finally scattered in a copper washbasin on the ground.

"We are the sword and shield of the party, we know everything, we are everywhere. ”

Wilson Xiong whispered the iconic slogan of the German Democratic Republic's Ministry of State Security, Stasi.

"Xiaoyuan is right, such a big country, so many people, traitors are like water in a sponge, there will always be if you squeeze it. ”

Xiong Weixin smiled a little self-deprecatingly, turned around slowly, opened the drawer of the desk beside him, and took out a desert eagle with a silver metallic luster, and a sound-absorbing tube of the same color that was twenty centimeters long.

With a click, he stepped down from the Sand Eagle's huge magazine, Xiong Weixin took out a golden delicate bullet box from the drawer, opened the magazine and counted eight bullets glowing red, Xiong Weixin slowly pressed the bullets into the magazine.

After installing the silencer tube, Xiong Weixin slammed with one hand, and after a series of grid~kala~ sounds, the bolt of the Desert Eagle was opened and loaded with bullets.

Looking at the large pistol in his hand that was in a state of excitement, Xiong Weixin's frowning brows stretched a lot, this silver version of the desert eagle was a gift that the two girls and Liang Yuan brought back to Xiong Weixin when they went to the United States last year.

Because someone was in college in his last life when Half-Life became popular, the melee headshot artifact Desert Eagle in it left a very deep impression on Liang Yuan, and then Liang Yuan, who was almost gun blind, felt that this thing was enough for a man to be worthy of driving the Filipino Uncle Bear, so he brought Xiong Weixin back for official self-defense.

How did Liang Yuan know that the Desert Eagle was basically used as a long-barreled shotgun overseas, this thing was strong enough, not to mention one-handed, even if he didn't dare to play with both hands, the person with a light body flew after firing the gun, not to mention any official self-defense.

Xiong Weixin's office is very large, on the left side of the room is a common wooden window in the office of the Republic in the 90s, and on the right side of the room is seven or eight meters away from Xiong Weixin hangs a large sandbag half a meter thick, which looks like Xiong Weixin's activities.

Sitting firmly on the chair, leaning forward and stretching his arms, Xiong Weixin pulled the trigger violently, and after a series of pops like scissors cutting through leather, the room resounded with the rustle of sand falling to the ground.

Slowly unscrewing the muzzle spiral silencer, turning off the bolt, Xiong Weixin meticulously put the Desert Eagle back inside the drawer.

Standing up and taking the military hat on the table, Xiong Weixin straightened out the discipline button, looking at the pile of ash scattered in the underground copper basin, he still felt that there was a fire in his heart.

Moving his ankles, wrists, waist and back, Xiong Weixin exhaled violently, and a green leg shadow swept through the air, ping-pong ~~kalala~~, the office chair made of willow was whipped by Xiong Weixin's whip leg and flew to the opposite wall, scattered into five or six parts of different sizes.

"Bastard, if it weren't for Xiaoyuan's plan, Lao Tzu would have killed you with his own hands today. ”