While the Medellín Group was still cheering for a big victory, Kandahar was thousands of miles away. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Valentin is racking his brains with his business partner to worry about the next order.

Armored vehicles and tanks are much larger than missiles, and how to transport them from Afghanistan, a landlocked country, to Colombia, is a big problem, not to mention how to get such a large thing. Valentin had a headache about how to solve this series of troubles, but there was one thing that made Valentin feel gratified, that is, his business partner, the weapon stall owner and the weapons piracy organization behind him, were also interested in Valentin's large orders, and were actively working on this matter.

In total, this time, Valentin needed to buy forty missiles, two tanks, as well as two armored vehicles. Payments to local partners alone amounted to more than $1 million. If it can be successfully transported to Colombia, the profit will exceed 10 million dollars this time. Even if Valentin washes his hands from now on, he will be able to eat and drink for the rest of his life. But Valentin has now found a new job he likes, he no longer plans to return to the shipyard, and it is not what the KGB should do to take care of the home and nursing home, and to do arms trading, running around the world is what Valentin likes. This kind of life is more exciting, and it is more passionate, and the beautiful woman who accompanied her in Colombia is said to be a well-known local actress, and Valentin feels that all these years in the Soviet Union have been in vain, and what KGB ideals, loyalty, and responsibilities are all bullshit.

"Dude, I really can't think of any way to steal the tanks out of the hands of the Afghan People's Army. Although they promised to cooperate with us, there were two tanks missing from the barracks at once, plus two armored vehicles, and the superiors would definitely find out! I can't cut off our future fortune for your business! The weapon stall owner pondered for a long time, and finally said in frustration.

"Don't worry, tell your friends in the People's Army, ask them if they can pull tanks and armored vehicles out of the city that day, take a turn, as long as they can do this, I promise that they can make a lot of money without taking any risks!" Valentin smoked a cigarette and said suddenly, as if he had just woken up.

"What can you do? Do they just leave these weapons on the road? The weapon stall owner asked rhetorically.

"No, of course not! Let your friends in the guerrillas play with us! Let them fight with the KPA somewhere hidden outside the city! Fire a few more shots, and then the KPA just retreats and let the Mujahideen help us pull the tanks away! Valentin explained to his business partner.

"Man, you're so clever that no one can blame my friend for that. It's just amazing, it's like making a movie! It's interesting......" said the weapon stall owner with admiration.

"Don't be busy praising me just yet, do you think what I'm saying is feasible? The Mujahideen and the People's Army are incompatible, are they willing to listen to you and follow my script? Valentin asked with some trepidation.

"Don't worry! Absolutely, my friends are trustworthy! You rest first, and I'll go talk to them now!" After saying this, the weapon stall owner couldn't wait to run out.

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A week later, an Afghan People's Army (APA) unit began patrolling the provincial road outside Kandahar. But they were extra vigilant today, for there was a great fortune waiting for them to harvest.

"Boss, how long will it be before we get there?" The deputy leader of the team asked the commander in a low voice.

"There is still about half an hour to arrive at the delivery site, and when the time comes, we will be smart, and the muzzle of the gun will be checked and shot at the place where no one is around, and the tank shells will mean two shots, remember, we are here to make money, not to send them to death!" Squad Leader Mahavira reminded his men.

"Don't worry, boss! We know what to do! His soldiers replied with some excitement.

Half an hour later, the Afghan People's Army, which had arrived at the agreed location, looked at the entrance of the canyon with some timidity. If you go in, you can only be a live target. Mahavira was ruthless and said to several brothers who were driving tanks and armored cars: "Drive all the cars in, leave the trucks, and then go in and run out with two shots, I'll wait for you!" ”

Mahawea's men swallowed nervously, then sat down in the cab and drove the tank into the canyon with the roar of the machine. With the roar of the engine, several figures appeared above the canyon, staring downward.

After about a few hundred meters into the canyon, the convoy finally stopped, and then the canopy of the vehicle was opened, and the soldiers in the vehicle abandoned the vehicle as fast as they could, and then ran off the path they had been on.

"Phew!" A gunshot rang out, startling the fleeing soldiers, and then instinctively picked up speed and continued to run, followed by a burst of gunfire behind them. Bullets rained down on the hull of the armored car, making a crackling sound.

"Run!" Mahavira stood outside the canyon and said to his men, these mujahideen were really trustworthy and did not aim their guns at their men. This bizarre spectacle can only appear when money inspires it, and the KPA and the Mujahideen join forces to make a fortune. The weapons of the Americans and the Soviets could all be exchanged for money that could be seen and touched. The two big countries want the Afghans to fight to the death, and then reap the benefits of the fishermen, the Afghans are not stupid!

Mahawea's men, who rushed out of the canyon, immediately took refuge in armored vehicles waiting outside, and then the rest of Mahawea's men began to pour bullets into the empty canyon. This drama was played for the Russians, and the chief director was the arms dealer Valentin. The more tragic this side of the battlefield is, the less likely it is for people to see the flaws.

"Oh no, boss! I forgot to shoot! The tankman, who had just come back to his senses, hurried to report his omission to Mahaweya.

"Forget it! Now we are afraid that we will not be able to go back! That's it, the people who sent to investigate won't pay attention to the details here anyway! Mahavira said comforting to herself.

"HQ! We found traces of rebels in the canyon area of the provincial highway! We were surrounded by them and the vehicle broke down! I had to abandon my equipment and retreat for the time being......," Mahavira returned to the command vehicle and pretended to be anxious to report to his superiors.