Valentin quickly got a plane ticket to Kabul based on his past work connections. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 As for how to get the needle missile he wanted, Valentin did not have a careful plan. He plans to wait until he arrives in Afghanistan to consider these issues.

When Valentin was still in the KGB, he had access to a lot of intelligence that the old white surname in China could not reach. He knew that at present in Afghanistan, the fighting spirit of the Soviet Red Army had been exhausted, and as early as a few years ago, the first Turkmen troops to enter the war had a large-scale escape without permission, so the Ministry of Defense had to draw politically reliable troops from the Russian Republic and the Republic of Ukraine to participate in the war.

Due to the unfavorable situation of the war, the soldiers on the front line gradually began to become restless, the discipline of the army began to weaken, and the fighting spirit began to lose. What's more, some soldiers of the Soviet Red Army defected to Pakistan and even the forces of the jihadist Massoud, turning their guns and attacking their compatriots.

Valentin's plane had a stopover in Almaty, and when he landed in Kabul, it was already the morning of the third day. Valentin knew that he would not be able to get what he needed in Kabul, firstly because of the strict management of the troops, and partly because there was a large air defense system with specialized firepower, and Iranian and Pakistani planes did not dare to go wild here.

Walengin's destination is in the Kandahar region, near the Pakistani border, where Pakistani or American planes patrol the border from time to time, and occasionally helicopter gunships or A-10 attack planes provide air support to the local mujahideen. Therefore, in the hands of the units of the Soviet Red Army stationed nearby, a large number of individual anti-aircraft missiles were equipped with individual anti-aircraft missiles that could deal with these aircraft. Although Valentin had no reliable relations with the local troops, he was convinced that the soldiers on the front line would not be uninterested in the green dollar.

The most dangerous stretch of the road in Afghanistan was the supply line from Dushanbe in Tajikistan to Kabul, which the Soviet Red Army had tried to open since the outbreak of the Afghan war, but until now most of the Soviet army's supplies have been maintained by aircraft. The reason for this is that this main transportation artery passes through the famous Panjshir Valley, where the forces of the Mujahideen leader Massoud are entrenched. The road from Kabul to Kandahar was much safer, with open plains that Soviet armored forces could easily deploy and guard the vicinity.

After a few days in Kabul, Valentin bought a second-hand car and paid a fortune to hire a Russian-speaking local guide. In order to minimize the risk, Valentin also changed into a local robe.

After asking the guide to help him procure everything he needed on the road, Valentin immediately set off on official business in the southwest direction.

Valentin put all the money on his body in the driver's seat. He didn't dare to sleep well along the way, and when he was tired, he rested in the car for a while, and one hand always touched Tokarev on the back waist. The road from Kabul to Kandahar was not easy to walk, and from time to time you could see military vehicles and tanks overturned by rockets, but fortunately Valentin was lucky, he honestly followed other cars most of the time on the road, so he did not encounter mines or other weapons.

Valentin found this guide, named Kassym, who spoke Russian well and was an honest person. Valentin thought that this kid was a good helper, and he thought that maybe the weapons business would become a stable way of making money in the future, so he started the idea of recruiting this guide.

The journey took almost four days, and the road conditions were so bad. Valentin's used car was sent to a garage in Kandahar, where Valentin found a place to live near the Soviet garrison, and he asked Qasim to inquire around to see if there was a market for Soviet trucks and weapons.

It didn't take much effort for Qasim to find the place Valentin was looking for. Speaking of which, this place can be regarded as the most container place for locals and Soviets to get along. Although the two countries were at war, the Soviets needed to earn more money to send home to pay for the rising prices of life, and the locals had to buy all kinds of goods from the Soviets, so a small underground market was formed. Here you can buy auto parts made in the Soviet Union, guns of the Soviets and other items that flowed out of the barracks. Some of these items were dismantled from vehicles that had been scrapped on the battlefield, while others were sold by Soviet soldiers who had access to them.

Valentin and Qasim wander around the market, inspecting the situation. Because Valentin was wearing local clothes, covering his face and wearing sunglasses, he didn't leak anything. Walking in front of a weapons stall and seeing Tokarev and AK-74 hanging on the shelves without even opening the oil seals, Valentin had a bottom in his heart. He whispered a few words in Qasim's ear, and Qasim immediately asked the stall owner, "Is that all?" There is no more powerful guy! ”

"Little brother, these things are enough to buy for self-defense!" When the stall owner saw Kassim's appearance, he was not a big customer, so he casually prepared to send it away.

"Boss, my master wants to ask, is there any weapon that can attack the plane?" Qasim asked again.

"Rockets? If you come up with a starting price, can I ask for you? The stall owner stood up, this time no longer despising the other party. He was afraid that the other party had been sent from the jihadist armed forces outside the city to procure them, so he hurriedly invited the two into the house. The house is a small two-story building with a small yard in the middle.

"Two distinguished guests, I don't know what weapon you want? We've got it all here, and if you have the money, we'll get it for you! The stall owner served tea and cigarettes, and treated the two of them hobly.

Qasim whispered the stall owner's words to Valentin, and then Valentin asked Kasim to ask: "My master said that he wants a weapon that can shoot down the Soviets' planes, not rockets, but a weapon that can automatically chase the plane on his shoulder!" ”

"You mean, individual anti-aircraft missiles! This kind of thing is very expensive, and we don't have it in stock for the time being! But do you want to be made in the Soviet Union or in the United States? We've got it all here! The stall owner replied.

"Boss, you're not kidding! Is this weapon so easy to get your hands on? After understanding the other party's reply, Valentin asked Qasim to hurry up. He thought that he had misheard, that what he thought was difficult could be done by just finding a small arms stall?

"O guests! Don't you know, those Russian GIs are crazy poor and dare to sell anything. As for American-made missiles! Hehe, some Mujahideen units prefer to do opium business, and they don't want to fight with the Russians, and it's useless to get this weapon from the Americans, it's better to sell it! The stall owner explained with a grin.