The Mi-8 helicopter was not even intercepted along the way, and the only conversation was when the helicopter flew to a Soviet base, and the Soviet commander wondered why his helicopter was flying southeast when it was almost dinner.

He thought that the helicopter was sending supplies to the Soviet soldiers on the border, and specially reminded the pilots on the radio that they should be careful of missiles before they go, and those guerrillas would come out at some point!

And the major also thanked him again and again on the radio, and by the way, invited the Soviets to their camp for dinner another day.

In this way, after flying unhindered to the border, the pilot saw flames burning on a flat ground at the top of the mountain, and the Americans burned several barrels of gasoline, and the flames even jumped to a height of 20 meters, just to show them the way.

Then, under the instructions of the ground personnel, the helicopter landed steadily on the flat ground of the mountain, and then the major rushed down impatiently.

"Well, the plane has been delivered to you!"

"Awesome!"

Hannibal gave a thumbs up, then leaned forward curiously, and carefully examined the helicopter inside and out.

I don't know if I don't see it, I was startled when I saw it, and as soon as Hannibal opened the hatch, a bunch of AK74 rifles without magazines rushed out.

Hannibal was taken aback by these weapons, but fortunately he reacted quickly, otherwise more than thirty people would have been stoned to death.

And when these weapons were finished, Hannibal saw the anti-tank missiles that had been sealed and preserved, and the bazookas that were neatly stacked in the ammunition box, and to put it mildly, the major directly moved the anti-tank stock of a Soviet company-level unit, those hybrids and bassoon missiles were not cheap goods, and the value of these things added up far exceeded the price that Hannibal had proposed before.

"These rifle missiles and rockets are giveaways, you're welcome!"

"I'd better be polite!"

Hannibal could already imagine what the Soviets would be like after they found out that those weapons were stolen, so he felt that he should pay a little more, and he should be happy for this daring guy, in case the Soviets assassinated this guy, it could be regarded as a good care for the brothers!

"This is 300,000 in cash, and the remaining 1.2 million will be directly transferred to your account when you arrive in Pakistan, and in addition, for the sake of these missiles, I will add another 500,000 to you!"

Hannibal simply used his authority to add some money to the other party, as a military commander, and also a peer of Shepard, Hannibal can be regarded as more than 10,000 people under the company, and he still has this amount of authority.

"Okay, it's so nice to do business with you, it's a pity that I've already run away, otherwise I can get you something more!"

"That's enough!"

Hannibal couldn't cry or laugh, the Shadow Company of weapons and ammunition has never been short, and now the rifles of the PCs have all changed from 16 to KAC's self-produced 4A1, and the C26 has also been upgraded to Type B, most of the cheap arms they purchased are supplied to the guerrillas and African black uncles, and the massive 56 punches and supporting guns have ruthlessly overwhelmed the market in Africa, because there is no qualitative change between 56 punches and AK, but the number of the former is calculated in 10,000, It's cheaper than those AKs that come out on a small scale.

And the weapons industry of a large country that has eaten the sweetness is now frantically clearing its inventory, and those rifles, bazookas, grenades and other weapons produced by the Soviet Union are continuously sent to Africa through the hands of American intermediaries, but they are ruthlessly forcing the local industry to carry out industrial upgrading, and now, the days when European mercenaries show off their might with FAL rifles are gone, and it has become the era of black uncles holding 56 punches.

Shepard is even preparing to set up a factory in Comoros and buy production lines from major countries, and in return, the spices produced in Comoros will be continuously delivered to the other party.

It can be said that Shepard is trying to turn himself from an arms dealer to an arms transporter, after all, the former sounds much worse than the latter.

However, because the huge market demand gap is still very large, in the foreseeable future,

Shepard still needs more cheap and easy-to-use Warsaw Pact weapons to satisfy the market!

"What about the helicopter?"

"It's okay, I brought someone!"

Hannibal whistled, and dozens of technicians emerged from the darkness, commanding hundreds of guerrillas, who quickly dismantled the Mi-8 into pieces, which were then sent to Pakistan to be reassembled and reassembled, and to continue working as part of the Shadow Company's aerial fleet in the near future.

And the Soviets didn't find out that the helicopter was gone until noon the next day, and the pilot thought that he had drunk a little too much, and he had hallucinations, so he immediately poured cold water on himself, and then he was horrified to find that this was not a hallucination after being drunk, the helicopter was really gone!

The panicked pilots immediately began to look for sentries and witnesses, but most of them had already taken off their uniforms and ran away after the major gave them benefits, and the rest of the people were also ignorant of anything, and the angry Soviet pilots wanted to pull out their guns and shoot people!

"What about the Major?"

"I don't know!"

The two pilots were not dead yet, they thought that maybe the Afghans had secretly driven the helicopter out to play, and they would be able to send it later, but they sat in front of the phone until the afternoon, and still did not see the shadow of the helicopter.

At this moment, they finally confirmed that the Mi-8 helicopter may indeed be lost!

The two immediately called their superiors.

After hearing this, the latter thought that the sun came out of the west today, and his subordinates were joking with him, but when he confirmed it repeatedly, his boss's head was also bigger!

"Then it's a helicopter, a helicopter, a helicopter of the Soviet government, millions of rubles of equipment, not a pistol, not a bullet, you can even throw this thing, why don't you throw yourself?"

The two pilots only felt that their legs and stomachs were weak, and they even felt the urge to urinate.

"Colonel ......"

"Don't call me Colonel, I'm the Colonel, you'd better pray that helicopter will come back, or you'll be court-martialed and gunshot!"

The commander of the army aviation unit angrily dropped the phone, and then ordered his subordinates to rush there immediately to check the situation, what he just said was not angry, if the helicopter was really lost, the two pilots would be absolutely dead, ah no, it was their unit that died, and even the people above him would have to suffer, everyone took off their military uniforms together, and went to Siberia to cut wood!