When the peddler he met in Kandahar claimed that he could get the needle missile he needed and another more advanced American-made Stinger missile, Valentin thought he was bragging. But he still underestimated www.biquge.info the skills of these locals with good hands and eyes.

Because of the form of security in Afghanistan, firearms are almost like a necessity in life. Now in Afghanistan, even if people go out to the hospital to see a doctor, they will bring weapons with them. Therefore, it is not impossible to sell guns and ammunition openly on the black market.

Behind the weapon stall owner apparently stood a team with strength and background, but in three days, Valentin saw these two individual anti-aircraft missiles belonging to different camps in the courtyard of the weapon stall owner's house.

The owner of the weapons stall brought a set of launchers for each of the Stinger and Needle missiles, as well as three of each of the two missiles. Placed in different ammo boxes.

"I'm not surprised that you can get American weapons, but why can you even get Soviet weapons?" Valentin was glad to have gotten his hands on the weapon, but the former KGB was saddened by the Soviet army's poor discipline, which he had been serving his country not long ago. Even now, his sense of mission still makes him want to understand how these Afghans traded with the scum of the Red Army.

"We have people in both the Afghan People's Army and the Mujahideen guerrillas, and they are willing to exchange unused weapons for money!" The arms stall owner said unreservedly that he would not mind showing his close relationship with both the Afghan government and the mujahideen to potential large buyers.

"And what price are you going to sell?" Valentin asked.

"The Soviets give a set of missiles for every three dollars, and the Americans give about $15,000 for each missile, and the launchers are also given one set for every three!" The weapon stall owner replied to Valentin.

"Can it be cheaper?" Valentin then asked.

"This is already the cheapest, you know, we are the only ones who can get this kind of missile locally!" The weapons stall owner firmly denied it.

"And how many more can you get? For this price, I want it all! Valentin said simply, this time it is really a big profit, the Afghans do not know the actual price of these missiles, and buying weapons from them is the same as picking them up for nothing.

"That's all you can get at the moment, you have to know my friend, the weapons are occasionally missing one or two in the warehouse and are inconspicuous, but if they are emptied, they can be easily discovered!" The owner of the weapons stall explained to Valentin.

Without hesitation, Valentin took out several bundles of green banknotes, each of which was a real $10,000. After paying the weapons stall owner $75,000, Valentin rewarded his little henchman Qasim with a reward of $1,000, to everyone's delight.

"What a generous buyer, and it's a pleasure to do business with someone like you!" The weapon stall owner said politely to Valentin.

"I feel the same way, and I hope I can buy more missiles next time I come back!" Valentin also replied politely.

"You're coming next time? When? The weapon stall owner was a little surprised, knowing that although the missile was powerful, it was complicated to operate and expensive, and few customers would be interested in this weapon, and Valentin was almost the biggest customer the stall owner had ever met since he opened.

"It depends on when you can stock up here, I don't want to buy these missiles in three or three in the next place, it's best to get me twenty at once! You have to know that time is money, and wasting my time is not getting along with money! Valentin said triumphantly.

The owner of the weapons stall reluctantly shook Valentin's hand and sent him back to the hotel. After arriving at the hotel, Valentin sent Kassym to look out for the wind, he picked up a satellite phone and dialed Petrov's number.

"Boss, I've got it! The Soviet-made and American-made ones each got three pieces, and now the question is how to get these things back? Valentin reported to Petrov in a low voice.

"Pretty fast, isn't it? Where are you now? Dad asked with satisfaction on the phone.

"In Kandahar, in southern Afghanistan, a city near Pakistan! Although the road from here to Kabul is safe, the road is in poor condition, it is unsafe to transport missiles, and there are still traces of guerrilla activity nearby! Valentin kept telling about his difficulties on the phone, and now Valentin was eager to fly back to Moscow and hand over the missiles to Petrov. You must know that according to the previously agreed price, these missiles will bring Valentin a huge fortune of nearly $1.7 million. Valentin didn't want to end up falling short on transportation.

"Didn't ask, you stay where you are now for a few more days, and I will find a way to send a plane to pick you up!" Daddy Petrov said calmly.

"Fly...... Plane? You're not kidding, are you? Valentin thought Petrov was telling a joke again.

"Yes, planes! What you need is a transport plane, I'm right! Wait for us in a few days, and we'll pick you up as quickly as possible! Daddy Petrov replied affirmatively.

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Five days later, when Valentin saw a Tu-144D modified cargo plane at the airfield of the Soviet Air Force Base in Kandaha, he said in amazement: "These gangsters really have TND skills, and they actually sent the fastest plane in the Soviet Union!" ”

Valentin bought a property in Kandahar before leaving, leaving Qasim here waiting for him to come back again. At the same time, he paid a deposit of about $10,000 to the arms vendor as the basis for his next sale.

Valentin's missiles were repackaged and placed inside a large, Afghan-style sculpture that was transported on the plane as artefacts. He noticed that the airline indicated on the plane was called Mediterranean Shipping. The pilot and crew of the plane were all Russians like Valentin, but Valentin was surprised to learn that the person who was transporting the cargo spoke Spanish.

"Hello Valentin, I'm Gomez, the Spanish translator of MSC!" The other party has a good self-introduction.

"Well, I take the liberty of asking, why did you send me a Spanish translator, aren't we going back to Russia?" Valentin asked, confused.

"No, we're flying to Medellin, Colombia to complete this business, and the boss told me that you're our product after-sales engineer! Going to Colombia to show buyers the performance of the product! Gomez replied stupidly.