With a strong sense of pushing back, the Tu 154 rose into the sky, and Zhao Hui looked at the desolate earth outside the porthole and complained: "I hate sitting on the Tu 154 the most, the best home for this kind of old-fashioned Soviet goods is the garbage heap." ”

Guan Ye frowned slightly, as if he didn't appreciate Zhao Hui's temperament very much, and he said: "Figure 154 is not useless, at least he is very cost-effective, and there are three D3O turbofan motors, which can also add a little sense of security when flying over the roof of the world." ”

Liu Ziguang vaguely guessed that this was Zhao Hui complaining that the other party's arrangement was inappropriate, while Guan Ye was quietly fighting back, and he said to Xi Ni: "As long as the re-committee does not adjust the oil price, it is safe to take any plane." ”

Zhao Hui shrugged his shoulders and stopped talking, although the Soviet-style airliner was not as comfortable as the Boeing Airbus and the like, but it was better than a cat in the cold and bumpy bomber navigator cabin, just when the flight attendant pushed a small car to deliver food, Zhao Hui saw the slim black silk flight attendant, and actually shamelessly asked people for phone numbers, but the result can be imagined, the flight attendant just smiled professionally and ignored him at all.

"The horse has stumbled." Zhao Hui looked at the down jacket on his body, and finally understood that the three of them had the logo of an engineering company printed on their clothes, and at a glance, they knew that they were poor engineers who went abroad to work, and the flight attendant didn't have the leisure to take care of this kind of poor acid.

After eating, lying on the plane and staring for a while, in a blink of an eye arrived at the Bebutto International Airport in Islamabad, the three of them held Chinese passports to clear customs, and they came to pick them up in a white van with the same company logo printed on the door, the driver was a local, and a mysterious woman in a veil, revealing a pair of eyes that made Liu Ziguang vaguely feel a little familiar.

The van was speeding down the streets of Islamabad, and there was no need to worry about being followed, Pakistan is China's friendliest neighbor, and the two sides have in-depth and extensive cooperation, and this operation must be known to the Pakistani Inter-Services Intelligence Directorate.

"It is said that the Americans have sent elite troops into the area to search, and the Predator C is a cutting-edge drone that is still in the experimental stage, and the above is very important for this operation, and I hope you can successfully complete the mission." As soon as the mysterious woman spoke, Liu Ziguang knew who she was.

She is Ye Qing, an officer of the Second Department of the General Staff who has fought with her.

"Well, it's not the first time we've done this kind of thing, we know what to do." Zhao Hui said with a big grin.

Ye Qing said mercilessly: "Last time was last time, this time it was under my command, and no mistakes will be allowed, if someone disobeys the order, I will do it in military law, and then report to the superiors." ”

Zhao Hui pursed his lips and stopped talking, Guan Ye was silent all the way, not interjecting casually, this was Liu Ziguang's third mission, and he was not very clear about the organizational relationship and process, so he didn't speak, and there was only Ye Qing's voice in the carriage.

"This is your identity documents, clothes and shoes, communication tools and weapon supplies, after entering the North-West Frontier Province, it is all up to you, remember, this is a war zone."

There was a pile of clothes and shoes in the carriage, high-waisted warm military boots and M65 with cold-proof liners in the cold area, as well as velvet hats, sunglasses, gloves, scarves and other items, as well as two AK74U carbines, one sVd sniper rifle, and three Stephkin automatic pistols.

"Familiarize yourself with the weapon, we don't have much time." After Ye Qing finished speaking, he moved his body to the co-pilot seat in front of him, and he didn't even look at Liu Ziguang during the period.

Zhao Hui picked up the AK74U and checked, this favorite Soviet-style weapon uses a 5.45 mm caliber, reliable structure, amazing power, small-caliber bullets hitting people's bodies will produce terrible rolling, causing great damage, the disadvantage is that the range is not as good as the standard automatic rifle, and the muzzle flame and noise are relatively large, only suitable for skilled shooters.

He skilfully unloaded the magazine, repeatedly pulled the handle, and blew into the chamber.

Sekino also picked up a Stephkin automatic pistol, withdrew the magazine, pulled the sleeve, a yellow-orange Maklov nine-millimeter bullet jumped out of the shell ejection, he quickly caught it with his left hand, checked the chamber, released the sleeve, pulled the trigger in a safe direction, and then pulled the sleeve back and forth, pulling the hammer, the pistol parts operated smoothly, and the sound of mechanical impact was crisp and pleasant.

Looking at their posture of inspecting guns, you can know that they are all veterans of playing with guns, a real shooter, and you must check the weapons in person before you can rest assured.

There was a slender sVd sniper rifle on the ground, Liu Ziguang thought that his task was a sniper, so he reached out to pick up the gun, but the other hand picked up the sVd one step ahead of him.

"You're a businessman, I'm a bodyguard." Sekino said.

Liu Ziguang smiled, he didn't argue with him, maybe his marksmanship was better, but after all, Guan Ye was the security officer assigned by the above, and everyone performed their own duties, so it was more appropriate for this sVd to be in his hands.

When it was convenient to stop halfway, Zhao Hui couldn't help but complain to Liu Ziguang: "Unlucky, I met two novices and used us as a sparring partner." ”

"Team Leader Ye should have been working for many years, Guan Ye is also a major, how can he be said to be a novice?" Liu Ziguang asked.

"The military rank is not low, but the time in this line of work is not long, there is no military rank in the T troops, the colonels and sergeants are equal, the one surnamed Guan If I guess correctly, I should have never seen blood, I just joined the T troops, as for Team Leader Ye, let alone mention, I don't know her yet."

Zhao Hui sneered, shook twice and closed the zipper, and lamented: "The status of our Yongchang company is still low, and it seems that we really don't take it seriously if we send two new Ding to cooperate with such a big matter." ”

Liu Ziguang said: "Actually, that predator is not as valuable as Team Leader Ye said, right? ”

"Brother, you're really enlightened, it's just a drone, it's the icing on the cake, and it's not the kind of thing that B2 can send charcoal in the snow and make national defense technology to a new level, so ah, let's be a sparring partner obediently."

Dinner was served at a small restaurant near Peshawar, Pakistanis never stir-fried, and the meal consisted mostly of boiled beef and mutton and rice, accompanied by tomato juice and chili sauce, which was eaten in the right hand.

"In Muslim countries, the left hand is considered unclean, so try not to touch others with your left hand." Team Leader Ye also did not forget to remind everyone of various precautions.

"Silly girl." Zhao Hui muttered in a low voice and said to Liu Ziguang: "There are some gunsmiths near Peshawar who have very good skills and can order all kinds of firearms, if we are interested, we will go shopping when we come back." ”

"Okay." Liu Ziguang's answer was drowned out by a roar, a long heavy convoy rumbled past, the lights were bright, and the Pakistani soldiers holding AK47s were vigilant in the jeeps accompanying them.

"This is a convoy carrying supplies for NATO troops in Afghanistan, and these trucks have been transported all the way to Afghanistan since they came ashore in Karachi, and the convoy has been attacked by terrorist groups recently, and 80 trucks were burned a week ago, and countless supplies were lost." Team Leader Ye introduced loudly, looking at the mighty convoy with cold eyes.

After Peshawar is the junction of Pakistan and Afghanistan, here they change to a Soviet-era gas jeep, Ye Qing and the driver are left in Pakistan, they belong to the support staff, will not be on the front line.

The officer of the Pakistani security forces guarding the border was a captain with a beautiful mustache, probably greeted by someone from the intelligence department beforehand, and he let him go without inspection, and the road was full of strange paint, bells and whistles of trucks and coaches, and then a huge NATO transport convoy, but everyone seemed reluctant to walk with the NATO convoy, probably for fear of harming the pond fish in the event of an attack.

After entering Afghanistan, Zhao Hui's skills were revealed, but he did not expect that he was a genius who was good at Pashto, and if he only showed his eyes in an Arabic scarf, he could hardly see that he was a Chinese, and the M65 trench coat prepared for them by Team Leader Ye was also very consistent with the Afghan wearing tradition, in the early eighties, the CIA once supported a large number of M65 military uniforms to resist the Soviet armed forces, and these clothes are still waving residual heat.

They spent their first night in Afghanistan in the cold of the Hinduk Mountains, and the next day the three of them went to the local market to find a contact, saying that the market was actually only a few stalls selling some cheap Chinese clothing, shoes and daily necessities, and the long-disappeared polyester double-breasted suits and bulky cotton shoes were very popular here.

It was not the first time Zhao Hui had been to Afghanistan, he had found a shop by car, and the boss saw him come in, and opened the door of the inner room to beckon them in without greeting.

"You stay here." Zhao Hui said to Guan Ye, and then took Liu Ziguang into the room.

The inner room was covered with a woolen carpet, and there was a row of guns in the corner, including American-made M-series and antique Enfield rifles, and a five- or six-year-old girl with big eyes sat in the corner and watched them, and the boss shouted in Pashto, and the veiled woman ran over and took the little girl away.

Zhao Hui put his hand into the sleeve of the arms merchant, the two bargained like ancient merchants, and after half a day, it seemed that a price satisfactory to both parties had been reached, Zhao Hui made a gesture, and Liu Ziguang opened the small suitcase he was carrying, revealing the neat dollars inside.

The arms dealer's eyes were full of undisguised greed, but Zhao Hui just took out one of the stacks, counted ten hundred-yuan bills and handed them to him.

The arms dealer handed Zhao Hui a piece of paper, and then began to babble about something, but Zhao Hui was no longer interested, and came out with Liu Ziguang, scolding in his mouth: "This guy actually wants to sell me a hind, he really wants to make money and wants crazy." ”

"Don't he have the goods we want?" Liu Ziguang asked.

"Oh, of course not, Hamid is just a broker." Zhao Hui suddenly stood up and said in a low voice: "The goods are in the hands of another warlord, I am starting to feel bad, this transaction does not seem to be as simple as imagined." ”