At the end of the Tacama Mountains, the Slow Heath.

Several military trucks covered in green canvas were parked in the depths of the wasteland, under the bald hills. More than a dozen heavily armed soldiers were scattered around the military vehicle, and some of them stood on the top of the cliff in the distance, their cold eyes wandering.

In the open space surrounded by military vehicles, folding tables and chairs were arranged, and a young officer sat face to face with a man in a straight suit, and the man in the suit was holding a black and shiny firearm in his hand.

"The latest masterpiece of the Red Star Arsenal, the T-35 submachine gun, a favorite of fighters. The perfect combination of forged steel and plywood, 9 pounds, elegant and simple, never breaks, jams, overheats, and can be fired like mud and sand. It's easy to use, even for small children. The key is the special handling of rifling and ammunition, I guarantee that no Cult Army's glorious armor can stop its strafing......" The man in the suit gushed endlessly, like a clockmaker fiddling with a pocket watch, skillfully pressing the bullet into the magazine, inserting the gun, "clicking" down the bolt, and aiming in front of him.

The muzzles of several black holes immediately came from behind and hit his head.

"Take it easy, take it easy! I'm just a competent arms dealer, not a killer. The little money the killer earns isn't enough for me to raise a pit bull. The man in the suit raised the muzzle of his gun upwards and said with a smile.

"It's all right, Mr. Tieb is an old friend of ours. The young officer coldly ordered, and several vigilant soldiers immediately put away their guns.

"I don't know if Mr. Gustin is free today, I haven't seen him for a long time, but I brought some bottles of good wine with me to have a drink or two with him. "Although there can never be a real human favor in the business world, there is no doubt that Tib is a veteran who knows how to play the favor card.

"The Chief of Staff is busy, so let me receive you. In the young officer's light brown eyes. Suddenly, there was an indescribable sneer, "Looks like you think I'm a Boy Scout who doesn't deserve to deal with?"

I know better than anyone that the warriors of the Red Front are the most respectable, and I have mentioned this to many of my colleagues. The smile on Tib's face did not diminish in the slightest.

"I also heard that paragraph about the T-35 from other suppliers. I barely say a word to you. The young officer also smiled, "It's not too much to play a perfunctory role and say some inconsequential lines." But until then, you don't seem to know us well enough, as you say. ”

Tibb was slightly stunned and put the submachine gun back on the table, "I don't quite understand what you mean. ”

The young officer raised his left hand, which was left with only his thumb and forefinger, and hooked his fingers. Not far away, a soldier trotted over. Salute and stand.

"Let our friends see what you know about this gun. The young officer said with a blank face.

The soldier saluted again, pulled out a strip of cloth and blindfolded himself, and in a matter of moments, dismantled the T-35 on the table into a pile of primitive parts. Immediately afterward, he assembled the gun and did not remove the blindfold. Three shots in quick succession from a distance.

At the bottom of the cliff 100 meters away, half of the withered roots of the tree exploded into debris.

"The perfect combination, a warrior's favorite?" the young officer stared into the arms dealer's eyes. Word for word, "The people who are most familiar with guns in the world will never be you speculators." If you haven't crawled in muddy water for days and nights with a gun, and blew up the heads of hundreds of Holy Cult Soldiers, you should never talk about being an expert, and in your eyes these metal things are just money-making tools. For us, it's life-saving. ”

"I understand, I'm just used to it, please don't mind. Tib forced an awkward laugh.

"So, if you want to go on. It's better to talk to me about something practical. There are only twenty-four hours in a day, and trust me to value time more than you. The corners of the young officer's lips lifted slightly, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

"This is the list of prices, 7,000 T-35s, the price has not changed, three percent lower than the market on the market. Tieb had to pull out the text that had been prepared long ago.

"I want 85% off the current price. The young officer didn't even look at the stack of papers.

Tib's eyes widened, as if he was not sitting in front of him, but the enemy who had insulted his own mother, "I'm sorry, you're not joking, are you? Why don't you kill me now and swallow this batch of goods without paying a penny!"

"Eighty-five fold. The young officer repeated lightly, "The Red Star Arsenal sold you this batch of arms, and we know very well the price. And it's not a secret where the oil you used in exchange came from, we don't have much to do with the Red Star Arsenal, but it's not too difficult to go to a neighboring country to blow up a few oil wells and force some aspect to break off relations with you. ”

"Aren't you afraid of disgrace for the Red Front?" said Tib, whose face was covered with sweat.

"If you really don't think about anything, you guy who talks about friendship all day long, but is blacker than coal in his bones, is already a dead man by now. The young officer stood up straight, "It is right to make money, and it is understandable to make more money in one-time business, but long-term cooperation must show sincerity." Believe it or not, I'm going to call out now, quote the price I want, and promise to give me only one order for a few years after that, and even the most savvy old bird will come and suck my toes in a cargo plane? You don't just have one customer, and likewise, we're not just one supplier. If you are willing to sign the order, my assistant will continue the process with you. By the way, my name is Lupoca, and you'd better be able to keep it in mind. ”

Looking at the paper and pen handed to him, the arms dealer, whose face was as pale as paper, suddenly felt that he might not really know about this rebel army that had been dealing with for four or five years.

Driving an off-road jeep in the endless wilderness feels like a swordfish swimming in the ocean, without any constraints. All you need is a general direction to free your hands from the steering wheel, and the sharp bumps of the body at high speed will make people feel as if they are on the back of a fierce horse, and the wind is constantly roaring in your ears, and there is only the magnificence of heaven and earth in your field of vision.

Luboca drove alone for nearly two hours, the first few of the Tacama Mountains had been left behind. In the middle of the Grand Canyon, the dry riverbed has become the only road that can be passed, and the ruts that have been run over countless times look like the traces left by two giant pythons. Numerous pebbles are stacked on the edge of the riverbed.

Racing straight to the edge of a gap somewhere in the valley, Luboca went straight in the direction and drove the car in. On the surface, it looked like it was nothing more than a crack in the weathered mountain, but when the jeep drove in, it had just come to a stop. The dull sound of the spring wringing suddenly exploded, and the ground actually rose. A wide steel carriage with the jeep went straight up the cliff, and at the top of the hill it closed to the side, and Luboca saluted the two secret sentinels standing up in the hidden place, and stepped on the accelerator vigorously.

On top of the cliffs carved by knives and axes, there is a vast world.

It is like a platform carved out by the hands of the Creator, and this high mountain is lined with concrete buildings. At the foot of the main peak pointing to the sky, a stone castle stands majestically, although the appearance of the castle is extremely crude. But in such a lush and reckless, it is extraordinarily majestic.

The road that winds from the edge of the cliff to the stone fort is wide and flat, and on both sides is a vast field of fire poppies. Luboca drove the car without squinting, slowing down until he entered the construction area. As far as the eye can see, there are old and young women and children everywhere between the housing estates, a few girls are laughing and singing and flying kites, and many strong men are working together to erect a TV antenna. It doesn't look much different from any other town. It's just that the anti-aircraft sentry towers that appear every once in a while make the tranquility slightly reveal the breath of a golden iron horse.

Let a few children cross the road. Luboca turned off the engine and got out of the car in front of the guard box. Glancing at the fence that had fallen on the side of the road and the empty pavilion, his face changed slightly, and he walked quickly into the high wall around the stone fort. In the sun, this well-dressed young man was like a saber, even the route he walked. It's as straight as a ruler.

As soon as he entered the gate, Luboca stopped.

The square made of large stone slabs was full of soldiers, and it was almost difficult to find the gap between the two sides. On the second floor of the stone castle, a window is open. The tweeter poked out, and thousands of eyes were focused there, no one spoke, only a heavy, dull gasp.

Mutiny?

Luboca, on the contrary, calmed down, and made his way through the crowd little by little, into the empty stone castle, and trotted up to the second floor.

First Chief of Staff Gustin's study was not far from the front, the door was closed, and his bedroom and living room were on the same floor. In the entire Red Front, he was the only one who was allowed to live in this majestic building with the general and his family.

The Silver Star Hall, where daily deliberations are held, is on the ground floor. Generally speaking, there are very few people who set foot on the second floor and above, except for the Special Security Unit. But at this moment, Luboca saw no less than ten officers outside the door of his study.

"Lieutenant, please leave. Seeing him from afar, one of the officers spoke.

"The First Chief of Staff asked me to come and see him. Luboca smiled shyly.

"Not now, he has a more important meeting, please go down and wait. The officer's words were polite, but his eyes were cold, and his hand was already on the holster at his waist.

"What about the brothers of the guards, shouldn't they have been invited down by you?" Lupoca probed his brain, as if intimidated by the momentum of the other party, and finally turned away in a daze.

No sooner had the officer's hand removed from the holster than Luboca, like a deft bobcat, pounced reflexively, his mutilated left hand clenched into a fist and slammed into his chest. With a muffled "poof", the clothes behind the officer's back immediately burst into a fist-sized hole, and the whole person actually fell backwards in the air, knocking several others into a rolling gourd.

Taking advantage of the momentary chaos, Luboca had already pulled out his pistol, slammed open the door of the study, and rushed straight in. However, when he saw the situation inside, he was immediately stunned -- all four colonels of the United Front Work Department of the Red Front were gathered in this small room, and the moment the door was slammed open, they all pressed their guns, some of them showed a look of horror on their faces, and some of them had a faint murderous intention.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, in addition to the drag rails for the tweeter, there is also a painting easel. A gray-haired man was holding a paintbrush, scribbling something, his back was thin and straight, and even when he bent down to color, it felt as if he was standing at a level that was not flat.

"Chief of Staff, the task you ordered has been completed. Luboca reported loudly.

"Did Mr. Tibb say that he brought me such and such gifts?" said Gustin, who did not look back, but the cat at his feet glanced at the door and yawned.

"Yes, he said so. Luboca straightened up and saluted. The officers outside the door were shouting angrily, but none of them dared to follow suit.

After so many years, he is still the same, and he doesn't even bother to change his approach. Gustin smeared the last strokes on the easel, took the white silk and wiped his hands, turned around and saw the young lieutenant standing with a gun, and couldn't help but smile dumbly, "Put it away, put it away, who here is not higher in rank than you, is it your turn to grab it?" The first chief of staff had a delicate face, and he looked to be only in his thirties at most, and he was a young man.

"Yes!" Luboca immediately put away his gun, his gaze full of loyalty and respect. (To be continued......)