Molov felt that today was a day to make a fortune.

Weighing two hundred pounds, he clutched a roast leg of lamb weighing more than a kilogram in his hand, pouted his fat, round skin, and sat next to an off-road vehicle with a military license plate, gnawing on his mouth full of oil.

He received that call 40 minutes ago.

One glance at the phone number, he knew he was going to make a windfall tonight.

Five days ago, a longtime friend of Molov's approached the door and said he wanted to talk to him about a "business."

Molov is not a brainless master, he was able to mix into the position of commander of the state border guard at the age of forty, in addition to having a brother-in-law who was the commander of the military division, he was shrewd and dared to think and dare to do is also an important reason for his development.

This friend's identity is very clear to him, and it is said that this person dares to make any money, and in recent years, he has been fighting with some people with a background in extremist organizations, and doing some shady business.

But whatever!

In the past few years, the political arena of country J was turbulent and the society was unstable, and politicians of all factions sang about it and appeared on the stage, saying that they were engaged in democracy, but in fact they were fighting to the death, and no one was engaged in economic construction or anything for a long time.

Since the disintegration of that great "motherland", the geographical location of country J has become a forgotten corner, and unlike the military industrial center of Ukraine, the army of country J really has nothing to sell except for cattle and sheep on the grassland, everything is on its own.

From that time on, Molov had long since learned to take care of himself, as well as his brothers.

In his words, if you go to special loyalty, Lao Tzu will only be loyal to his own pocket.

The business brought by this old friend was very simple, a friend of his from Chechnya wanted to make a deal with a certain tribal leader in the town of Stupova here, but because it was the first transaction, although the Chechens were notoriously tough, but the strong dragon did not suppress the snake, the Chechen friend was still worried about being hacked, because he wanted Molov as a backup.

If on the day of the trade they called Molov to ask for help, then Molov could come forward in the name of border guards, nominally to take away the Chechens, in fact, to protect them.

If the deal goes well, it will only take Molov to turn a blind eye, and when it doesn't happen, he will also give him a sizable amount of dollars.

Of course, if Molov needs to be used, then the reward will be several times more.

When Molov heard this, his eyes rolled and he guessed what kind of "business" this would be.

The tribes on the other side of the town of Shtuwa have become more and more extreme in recent years, and it is said that they have close contacts with a terrorist organization listed as a separatist force by the Huaxia State, and in recent years, Huaxia has carried out high-pressure anti-terrorism in the territory.

As country J, which is close to China, when the political situation was turbulent in the past few years, these extremist organizations not only took root in the tribes along the border, but also established their own power.

Doing business with Chechens, Molov could think of what kind of business he was doing with his toes.

Although the relationship between the government of country J and the government of Huaxia has become better and better in recent years, the authorities have repeatedly ordered that they must not do anything that touches the bottom line of Huaxia, while angering the giant neighbor.

But Molov has his own ideas.

His own territory is poor and partial, as the so-called mountain is high and the emperor is far away.

Anyway, if he doesn't get involved, he just thinks that these Chechens are smuggling alcohol and cigarettes, and that money and his subordinates improve their lives is the key.

So I agreed.

Tonight, before the phone rang, Molov knew he was going to make a fortune.

The reason is simple, there was a shootout in the town of Sttuva, according to the information from the local police department, a special forces team infiltrated the town, killed the leader Halik, and had a shootout with the local tribal militia, and finally escaped without a trace.

Molov is now nervous and happy.

Nervously, this matter is very involved, a special forces squad? What is this sacred? Molov doesn't know, but recently I heard that the special forces of Huaxia and country J are holding exchange exercises in the border area, could it be those people who did it?

Molov felt that this matter was a little tricky.

But happily, the reward offered by the other party made his harazi almost flow to the ground.

$500,000.

For Molov, this is really not a small amount.

And Molov's thing to do is very simple, that is, in the name of escort, to send the Chechens from the direction of the town of Sttuva all the way to the border of country H, where there will be Chechen friends waiting and handed over to them.

The whole route Molov has studied, and it seems that it is all within the scope of his own territory, escorted in the name of his own border guards, and others dare not ask, unless the regular government forces receive a report and directly intercept them, otherwise even the tribal armed forces do not have the courage to openly intercept the border guards.

So, he agreed.

In the darkness, four headlights pierced the darkness and illuminated Molov's face.

He tore off the last shred of tender meat from the roast leg of lamb, threw the bone on the ground, rubbed his oily hand on his camouflage uniform, and waved back at his men next to the four military vehicles behind him.

"Stop them and go up and see who they are!"

Several soldiers with submachine guns stepped forward and stopped two trucks.

The people in the car shouted in Russian: "Is it Lieutenant Colonel Molov?" We are good friends of Belenkovic! He was the one who introduced us to you. ”

Molov's heart suddenly lit up.

In fact, in the middle of the night, two Ural trucks drove on the road where this bird does not, who else could there be besides those Chechens?

"Let them come!"

Molov gave orders to his men.

The soldiers moved out of the way, and a tall Chechen with a high nose, a thick beard, a black beanie, and a camouflage uniform walked up to him.

"Lieutenant Colonel Molov? I am a friend of Belenkovich, my name is Shamiri, and he said that you can come to you if you have any difficulties, Lieutenant Colonel, you are a generous person. ”

With his hands held high, Shamili walked up to Molov.

"Belenkovich did tell me about you, put down your hand, my friend, I think he's a realist besides telling you that I'm a generous man." Molov's small eyes slid down on Shamiri's eyes, as if to get the $500,000 in cash out of him.

Shamilli immediately understood, no one could fail to see the message in a pair of greedy eyes.

He turned around and snapped his fingers in the direction of the Ural truck.

"Bring us our gift to the lieutenant colonel."

A Chechen rebel soldier carrying a black suitcase tried to walk towards the area, but was stopped by Molov's men.

Molov waved his hand, he knew that although the Chechens were fierce, they would definitely not be unfavorable to themselves at this time, and he was the safest way for them to leave country J.

The black suitcase was quickly handed over to Shamiri.

He put the suitcase on the hood of the off-road vehicle next to Molov and turned the code a few times.

Click-

The lid popped open, and Shamiri lifted the lid of the lockbox.

The neat hundred-dollar bills instantly stained Molov's eyes green.

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