A kilometer outside the city of Grishke, the military base of the British army.

As a standard campaign and tactical base, the facilities here are rudimentary, but still perfect, the only drawback is that they are stationed in such a place where birds don't, and the British non-commissioned officers and soldiers in their leisure time without combat missions and training can only mediate their boring lives through various ball games or watching TV movies.

In a white building, several communications and technical personnel were wandering around a room full of computers, instruments and large screens, and an hour and a half earlier they suddenly received a communication order from a person claiming to be "Brigadier General Borusha".

After they reported this order to Senior Colonel Charles, the supreme commander of the base, the blond-haired man who was holding a glass of milk and was about to watch TV for a while, showed a somewhat intriguing expression, and then asked the communications officer who came to report to him to reply with a sentence "It will take a day to prepare, and the mission will be carried out tomorrow."

It stands to reason that once a soldier receives a task from above, he should carry it out for no reason, after all, from the moment this soldier joins the army, obeying orders has become his duty!

“Brigadier borussa? A bastard who only knows how to hide in Belfast and enjoy peace and wine,Is the poppy field so easy to eradicate? A bastard who only knows how to hide in Belfast for peace and good wine, is the fucking poppy field so easy to eradicate? The glass in his hand kept shaking, and the milky liquid swirled and slid across the walls of the cup, and Charles suddenly scolded in a disdainful tone.

Then, as if he had found an outlet, Charles began to express his dissatisfaction: "Damn it, if I get rid of the poppy field, what can I do to mediate my life?!" The dog day city of grishk doesn't even have a red light district, so poppies can make people happy. Still eradicating? Get rid of your sister!!) (Damn, if you get rid of the poppy fields, what will Lao Tzu find to mediate your life?!!) There isn't even a red light district in this doggy city of Grishke, so poppies can make people happy. Also eradicated? Eradicate your sister! ）”

Then he cursed and spat out a long list of words similar to "Farke, Shet", and Charles stopped, and then drank the rest of the milk from the cup.

Then he looked at the clock hanging on the wall, the hour hand had pointed to the position of "3", and then looked at the sky outside, Charles yawned in hindsight, stood up and turned off the TV, while saying to himself: "This is the point. After daybreak, we can talk about poppy with black bar. This time, we have to let him sell me more at a lower price. Otherwise, I will carry out the task ahead of time! Otherwise, Lao Tzu will carry out the task in advance! ）”

After doing so, Charles returned to his single room and fell into a deep sleep.

By the time he opened his eyes again from his sleep, it was already half past eleven in the morning after dawn, and as a soldier, it was a pleasant thing to be able to sleep for eight hours and wake up naturally.

That's how Charles was in the mood.

However, a walkie-talkie that suddenly made a sound ruined his good mood.

"Cherry blossom, please answer. ）”

A layer of fine cold sweat immediately poured out of Charles's forehead, he grabbed the black walkie-talkie placed at the head of the bed, pressed the button on the side of the fuselage, and roared in an impatient tone: "Are you fuckin 'crazy?'" Aren't you afraid of being intercepted by my people? Aren't you afraid that my people will intercept the signal of the communication channel? ）”

As soon as the finger that held down the send button was released, Charles, who had already sent this sentence, quickly got out of bed and stuffed his feet into his military boots, he was going to the communication technology room of the command building to give the technicians a day off.

On the other end of the intercom, there were words in a relaxed tone: "Hey, man, take it easy. Haven't we been communicating this way for a long time? Isn't there no problem at all? Haven't we been communicating this way for a long time? Didn't there be any problems at all? ）”

“shut up! Black bar! The leader has given me the order to eradicate poppy fields! Hebar! The boss gave me an order to eradicate the poppy fields! Charles was already a little angry, he didn't expect that this bastard Hebal would dare to speak without any eyesight.

If you say a few more words, the communication technology room will be able to intercept this communication channel, and once you are found out at that time, this is a crime of collaborating with the enemy and treason! This is a sin to go to a military court and go to prison for a lifetime!

Therefore, in order to avoid his own suffering, Charles could only twist the FM button of the walkie-talkie first, randomly tune to another channel, and then hurriedly walked to the communication technology room.

On the other side, in the Taliban military base set up in the city of Grishk, Hebar looked at the walkie-talkie in his hand in a bit of confusion, and at this moment the sound of "rustling" was coming from this walkie-talkie into his ears.

Hebal couldn't help but sneer: "هوم!د مخدرونو سره اړتیا لرې یو پاګان ډېر غرور ده (Humph!) A heretic addicted to drugs is so arrogant! ）”

However, no matter how much upset he felt in his heart, Hebal was more concerned about the news of "eradicating poppy fields" revealed by Charles when he was angry.

You know, this is one of the ways that the Taliban use it to raise funds for the resistance to the government, government forces, and the US military and other countries, and more importantly, it is also one of the important means for them to control the people in the areas they occupy, so the opium poppy is very important to the top.

It is said that in other Taliban-occupied areas, colleagues in charge of local poppy and other related matters were either found out and killed on the spot or severely punished by torture from above because the poppy fields were swept and eradicated by the military!

In the previous end, Hebar was not afraid, and as a devout believer, he was always ready to die for the sake of holy war and for Allah. But when he was tortured by his superiors, Hebal remembered the scene he had seen in Kandahar a few years ago, and his heart trembled, and his body trembled.

Who could have seen with their own eyes that a living man was tied with his hands tied, then pushed into a pit where only his upper body could be exposed, and finally dozens of torturers surrounded him, with hard stones of various sizes, despite the man's wails and pleadings, smashed the upper body of the man on the ground under his terrible screams!

On that day, one of the man's eyeballs was blown out, and a deep hole was smashed into his forehead, and Hebal even suspected that if this hole was smashed again, the sticky brain of the white flower would be mixed with bright red blood.

What impressed him the most was that when the man was dug out of the pit, he still breathed a little, and he was able to let out a faint moan of pain! This means that if this man can survive, he will be in a state of life worse than death for the rest of his life because of the injuries he has suffered!

This is one of the punishments in Islamic law, called "stoning"!

And this became a nightmare that Hebal remembered for the rest of his life!

Therefore, in order to avoid falling into this nightmare that life is worse than death, Hebal is also quite concerned about the so-called "eradication of poppy fields", and every few seconds he will send a message on the walkie-talkie to see if Charles has returned to this channel.

After about five minutes, Hebal finally received a somewhat indignant reply from Charles: "Blamed! Next time we will set a time to contact again! We'll get in touch next time! ）”

Hebal didn't care about Charles's tone either, but went straight to the point, "When will you come to eradicate poppy fields?" ）”

“tomorrow。 (Tomorrow.) ）”

Hebal breathed a sigh of relief, if it were today, not only would the opium poppies in the fields not have time to be collected, but even those poppies that had been collected in the warehouse might be seized.

After all, every time an army comes to eradicate poppy fields, it is accompanied by a search to see where the poppies will be placed, and this has led to several bloody clashes between Taliban forces and anti-terrorist forces in Afghanistan!

Now that we have a day to prepare, we can reduce the loss.

At this time, Charles suddenly lowered his voice and said into the walkie-talkie in a consultative tone: "Hebar, do you think that my help to you recently seems to be beyond your investment in me?" ）”

"What do you mean? Darkbar had a vague sense that something was wrong.

Charles turned his head to look at the communication technology room he was in, the door behind him had been locked by him, and the cameras in several hidden corners of the room had also been turned off by him, he showed a triumphant smile and said: "Let me be frank. The transaction between us needs to be changed. ）”

“Charles, don't go too far! The poppy I provided you is already at cost! Do you want me to give it to you for free? The poppy I gave you is already at cost price! Do you still want me to give it to you for free? "Hebal felt like his lungs were about to explode, Charles, the bastard, wanted to open his mouth!

“Don't be angry. Listen to my suggestion before you make a decision. Charles smiled, he had expected Hebal's reaction, but in his opinion, it was the beginning of another good cooperation.

So, regardless of what Hebal was scolding on the other end of the intercom, Charles said his own proposal: "I just want you to be able to give me 50 kilograms of heroin a year at cost." ）”

“You have to think about it. It's only 50 kilograms of heroin a year. Your production in the poppy fields in grishk city will be more guaranteed. Isn't that a small deal? ）”

“If you don't agree, I'll have to carry out the task assigned to me. Anyway, your poppy will be lost every year. Anyway, your poppies will be lost every year. ）”

Hebal's scolding suddenly quieted down, and finally faded into silence, as he weighed whether Charles's words were worth it.

Fifty kilograms of heroin at cost is certainly worth more than fifty kilograms of opium poppy in terms of value, but in the poppy fields of the city of Grishke, nearly 1,000 kilograms of opium poppies are lost every year because of the army's sweeping and destruction.

If Charles can ensure that the 1,000 kilograms of opium poppies can be harvested and refined by Hebal, then the 50 kilograms of heroin that Charles wants will not be a problem, and Hebal himself will be able to sell 100 catties of heroin to make money.

Seriously, that's a good business that is sure to make money without losing money!