The French island of Corsica is like a shining pearl embedded in the middle of the vast Mediterranean Sea, and its legend has spread since the time of the Roman Empire, but what makes it famous all over the world is because of the person who influenced the course of world history - Napoleon was born here.

Located in the middle of the Mediterranean, it is a natural supply base and commercial transit point, and its beautiful scenery is even more refreshing and beautiful, no matter who sees that magnificent picture scroll will have a feeling of inextrication, like a passionate and unrestrained French beautiful girl, as long as she is infected by her enthusiasm will be intoxicated

Standing on the side of a luxury yacht off the coast of Corsica, gazing at the coastline looming between the blue sky and the sea, Anderson couldn't help but exclaim in amazement at the beauty in front of him:

"It really deserves to be the place where Napoleon was born, no matter how many times I have been here, that faint magnificence always makes me feel like an incomparable king!"

"Just as you are about to do, my dear Mr. Anderson, I can't think of years before you will be the Napoleon of the international arms world!" Anderson was looking at him in a daze, and a pure London accent came into his ears, which made Anderson follow the prestige, and then he saw that it was his close assistant George who was walking slowly over with two glasses of whiskey with ice, and then handed over a wine glass and continued to compliment:

"Of course, this is just a foreshadowing, the most important thing is to be the Churchill of the United Kingdom!"

Anderson took the whiskey handed over and took a sip gently, the stimulation of the alcohol and the effect of George's sycophants made his moody face faintly have a faint smile on it, but even so. Anderson still shook his head slightly, and corrected George's words not without conceit:

"Not the next Churchill, but the only Anderson!"

"You're right, sir, it's the only Anderson!" George quickly echoed, while Anderson looked at the scenery in front of him, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned and finally showed a smug smile. If Anderson had said such a thing a week ago, even he would have thought it was a fool's dream, and now he has the confidence to say it.

Because just a few days ago, under the recommendation of Miller, he met with several gentlemen of the International Arms Federation and received their full support, and not only that, just a few days ago, under the direct instruction of several bigwigs of the International Arms Federation, Anderson, who had served in MI6 for many years, was suddenly transferred to the Thatcher government as a senior adviser to the cabinet in charge of military production and sales.

At the same time, the British United Technologies Company is also in the arms. Not only did he demote his former friend Brown, who had deceived him for a long time, to an inconsequential position in North America, but he also handed over the global sales authority to Anderson in a very clever way, and how could Anderson not know that the United Technologies Company was behind the arrangement of the International Arms Federation.

It's just that Anderson doesn't take these positions seriously, but really takes the power of the International Arms Federation to manipulate the government to heart, you must know that with the support of these bigwigs who have countless amounts of money and power, Anderson has reason to believe that the future Prime Minister of the United Kingdom is just around the corner, coupled with his own outstanding talent. It is not a distant dream to surpass Churchill to become Britain's most famous Prime Minister.

Of course, Anderson also knows that it is not an overnight thing to achieve his long-cherished dream. It is necessary to trample countless people under his feet and climb up step by step, just like what he is going to do now, that is, to trample Hanli Company and the China behind him as his next ladder.

Anderson did not find this mission difficult, even if he had suffered a big loss at the hands of the Chinese. However, in his view, the artillery radar last time was only a competition with each other in terms of technology, but now it is indeed an all-round competition in the vast international arms market, and you must know that Western arms dealers have been playing this field for hundreds of years, how to operate, and when to make trouble. How to end up with a group of arms dealers, including Anderson, can be described as familiar with the road.

However, in the face of China, they do not understand even the most basic rules, and like a junior peddler who has just learned to sell some guns and ammunition, Anderson is confident that even if there is no external force, he can easily remove China from the international arms market, just as Singapore forced China out of the Iranian market more than a month ago.

What's more, there is now the behemoth of the International Arms Federation standing behind him, which gives Anderson every reason to believe that he will pinch China Hanli to death like an ant, and he can pinch it to death in his own hands without much effort:

"Hasn't Mr. Nasrallah come yet?" Thinking of this, Anderson leaned on the side of the boat and took another sip of the glass of wine, and asked his assistant George, who had agreed in advance about the movements of the senior Iranian official, and what seemed to him to be so simple and straightforward should be completed as soon as possible, because he had more important things to do than he wanted to become prime minister, and he could not be bound by such obvious little things.

"It should be soon!" replied George by looking at his watch, and then raised his eyes and was about to continue, when a white dot suddenly jumped out in front of him, leaving a long wave behind him from far and near, and it was a speedboat moving at high speed:

"Sir, Mr. Nasrallah is here!"

"Yes!" Anderson held the side of the boat with one hand, a smug smile on his face, and nodded slightly: "It should be here too!"

"Welcome, Mr. Nasrallah" Anderson said a non-nutritious opening remark to Nasrallah, the senior quartermaster procurement officer of the Islamic Army of Iran, with a professional smile on his face in the luxurious lounge in the middle of the yacht.

Knowing well that the senior general of the Iranian army in front of him hides a cunning and changeable heart under his gentle and peaceful appearance, as early as the Pahlavi period, this Nasrallah was one of the few moderate senior officers in the Iranian army, and two years ago the Islamic Revolution Nasrallah saw the situation clearly and quickly abandoned the unpopular Pahlavi Shah and threw himself into the arms of Khomeini.

He became one of the first generals in the Iranian army to defect, and thus won the favor of Khomeini and established his position in the Iranian army, but in any case, he was part of the old Iranian king's army, like other defective or neutral generals, and although he was favored, it was always difficult for the Khomeini regime to fully trust him, and then carried out a purge of the Iranian army and gradually established a religious armed force with the Islamic Revolutionary Guard Corps as the core to counterbalance it.

Nasrallah's fickle personality and keen insight not only dodged the purges, but also rose to the rank of lieutenant to become the senior quartermaster in charge of military supplies in the Iranian army, but even so, he could not change the growth of the IRGC, and hated their exploitation of the power of the old army.

Because of this, Nasrallah has become one of the core figures in maintaining the power of the Iranian army, and in the face of wanting to maintain vested interests to maintain and expand the existing forces, in the procurement of weapons and equipment, Nasrallah naturally prefers Western weapons and equipment, after all, most of the existing main battle equipment of the Iranian army is the main battle equipment of Britain and the United States, so maintaining the level and scale of existing equipment is the best way to maintain the strength of the army.

Of course, Nasrallah's approach was strongly opposed by the Islamic Revolutionary Guard Corps, but due to the outbreak of the Iran-Iraq war, the Islamic Revolutionary Guard Corps has not yet fledged ~ full, and the main force of the war still depends on the Iranian army.

"I'm honored to see you again, Mr. Anderson!" Nasrallah's wrinkled face squeezed out a polite smile, but in his unchanging eyes, the smile seemed extremely false and cold:

"A month ago, our government has ratified the agreement we signed, and I hope that Mr. Anderson can fulfill the contract as soon as possible, and the delivery of the goods will still be carried out in Lebanon!"

"That's not a problem, Mr. Nasrallah, we've already prepared spare parts for the Chieftain tank you ordered last time, but," Anderson said with a pause, while Nasrallah, who was sitting across from him, had a faintly cold look flashing in his sharp eyes:

"Mr. Anderson, I know what you mean, we have an extraordinary tacit understanding on such a problem, I don't need to worry too much about this, but Anderson yourself, you did it too sloppily last time, and almost let me show my flaws in the country, so"

"Mr. Nasrallah, I am well aware of your difficulties and potential dangers!" Before Nasrallah could finish speaking, Anderson picked up the conversation:

"So our rebate this time will be tripled, and not only that, but your family will also be sent to a safe place through secret channels, and I heard that your daughter would love to go to a university in the United States to further her education, and if nothing else, she will be able to get her wish after this time." ”

"Yes, that's good, by the way, can we get to the point now?" Nasrallah didn't seem to care about Anderson's words, just nodded his head and started the so-called topic, but the fleeting smile in Nasrallah's eyes and the faintly visible dollar sign let Anderson know that the conspiracy against China had officially begun (to be continued......

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