This An-72, which was still painted with the paint of the Soviet Air Force, because the descent rate was too high, jumped on the runway a few times before it began to gradually slow down, and Wu Yifan was shocked when he saw it.

It's not the first time he's "cooperated" with people at this airport.

However, in the past, it was only a small plane such as a Cessna to transport some small-volume, high-value materials.

Or more often than not, it's smuggling.

It was the first time in several years that such a large medium-sized transport aircraft had been served.

"Angkor, is this pilot you hired okay?"

Yan Yong, who had not seen much of the landing attitude of a military transport plane, was even more frightened and subconsciously took a step back, probably worried that the plane would rush out of the runway:

"If you drop the goods at home, we will pay three times as much as the ...... according to the rules."

Wu Yi Fan Xin said that if this batch of goods falls, it will not only be a matter of triple compensation, brother, I am afraid that I will be directly promoted to a historical sinner, and I will not have the face to return to China to see Brother Nan in the future.

Of course, he still had a firm tone on his lips:

"Of course it's reliable, the test pilot instructor invited from the Antonov company is even better than the test pilot, understand?"

"You don't look at how difficult it is to land on this broken runway, not to mention that it is full of cracks, and there is a broken section in the middle, which can only be used to half the length, and it is good to be completed like this......"

Fortunately, the whole landing process was not dangerous, and the plane finally taxied smoothly next to the trucks that had been prepared for a long time.

Yan Yong looked at the cargo door that was slowly opening not far away, took out a pair of gloves from the car and put them on, but he didn't stop talking:

"That's going to cost a lot of money, right?"

"It's okay."

Wu Yifan replied noncommittally:

"I've been in contact with China before, because we haven't designed large aircraft in the past, so there is an urgent shortage of this kind of test pilots."

"When this business is finished, I am going to stuff this person into the first batch of labor dispatch lists and send it back, and earn another intermediary fee, and once I come and go, it is basically a waste of hiring him to do some work."

Yan Yong, as Wu Yifan's confidant, although he didn't know the ins and outs of the friendship plan, he still knew about his labor dispatch in China, and he only felt that the other party was simply a chosen capitalist:

"Holy...... Brother Ang, you won't sell me one day and let me count the money, right? ”

"If you are afraid of being sold, you will work hard, remember not to speak Chinese in front of outsiders, just pretend that we are Buryat Mongols from Siberia, the kind that does not speak Russian very slippery, understand?"

In addition to Yan Yong, there were car soldiers and escorts temporarily hired from several different units in Ermao and Sanmao, and there was also an officer from the Serb side who was responsible for picking up the car and escorting it, and they didn't know each other at all, and they didn't know the true details of Wu Yifan.

In fact, although the latter will grow tall in school, he is still white and clean on the whole.

It's just that after tossing and turning in the past two years, it's already a bit of a nomad.

At first, he was a little uncomfortable, but soon realized that it was a good disguise.

In the business of smuggling, it is impossible for someone to get to the bottom of it without opening his eyes, so he simply doesn't say anything, and he is happy to let others misunderstand.

Even if someone sees that he is not a pure Buryats, they will generally go to Central Asia to guess.

"Row ......"

Yan Yong had seamlessly switched to Russian with a little accent, and after speaking, he trotted forward to inspect the goods.

"Nikolai!"

Wu Yifan naturally didn't need to do it himself, just opened his throat and shouted into the distance.

A tall, soldier-turned-man scurried down from the last truck in the distance.

"Zamusu, is all the cargo on this plane?"

Nikolai Balsack, the officer sent by the consignee to receive the shipment.

It is also one of the acquaintances that Lao Wu mentioned to Chang Haonan before and did business together in the Balkans.

However, the so-called "acquaintances" who do this kind of business are certainly different from acquaintances in the general sense.

Therefore, Wu Yifan has always contacted the other party under the pseudonym of "Zamusu", and he has never even missed his real name.

Of course, the other side is certainly clear.

It's just tacit.

It is enough to know that the other party has what they need and a trustworthy channel.

"yes, it's all on the plane, let's go check it out."

Wu Yifan tightened the Soviet military coat without a title on his body, so as not to accidentally expose the AKS74U on his back.

……

The An-72's not very spacious cargo hold is stacked with about 100 crates that look unremarkable on the surface.

In fact, there are not many components that really need to be transported, but even if he has already bought all the key levels along the way, he has to do some superficial work.

So quite a few of them are real computer accessories.

An airport official was standing next to the tail hatch and pretending to inspect the goods with Yan Yong, apparently preparing to issue a customs inspection form-

With this thing, this shipment can be considered launder in Romania.

"You're looking for a plane to transport the goods, but there are ten boxes of CDs in it?"

Looking at the customs declaration information in his hand, the airport official asked a little nervously even though he had already collected the money.

Yan Yong actually didn't know what was inside, but he knew that this kind of grassroots imp only managed to collect money, even if you transported a nuclear bomb, he wouldn't care, and such a question should just be a matter of curiosity, so he simply said nonsense:

"Hmm...... I prefer to watch movies......"

"Oh......"

Unexpectedly, the other party showed an expression of sudden realization:

"You're going to ship that kind of film to the west, right?"

"What kind of film?"

Yan Yong was directly confused, but he swallowed back when the words came to his mouth, and just pretended to understand everything he understood, and nodded with an expression of "everyone who understands, don't explain much".

Fortunately, the other party didn't continue to get to the bottom of the matter when he saw the money, and simply deducted a few pokes on the checklist, and left directly.

Wu Yifan, who heard this conversation next to him, paused and felt that his reputation might be killed.

Since the 90s, Ermao, Romania, and Czechoslovakia have almost become hotbeds of underground industries.

He was probably seen as a pimp who made an underground blockbuster film, and by the way, he might have been involved in human trafficking.

However, this is not a bad thing at this time.

So he just shook his head and took Nikolai into the hold.

"The second digit of the goods number is 3, 5, 9, which is what you need, and the rest is my gift."

According to Lao Wu's guidance, Nikolai opened several boxes in a row.

As an officer who has worked at the airbase for a long time, he naturally quickly recognized what the equipment inside was protected by special packaging.

"No wonder these goods are specially looking for you to ship, and they are really different from the previous batches......"

Nikolai carefully picked up a traveling wave tube amplifier and looked at the calibration above the light from the hatch.

It's all Russian.

"Sent from Moscow?"

He, of course, can read Russian:

"The specs are so good?"

"Hmm...... It was indeed sent from the east. ”

Wu Yifan gave an ambiguous answer, which cannot be regarded as lying:

"I heard that it is the latest product, which can improve the detection ability of the radar several times, but I don't know much about the technical issues."

Nikolai felt that the craftsmanship of this thing did not look like the craftsmanship of the Russians, but after all, it had been so many years since its disintegration, and perhaps capitalism did have merit......

"And the instructions?"

He turned to open another box and found that it contained documents stacked on top of each other and sealed in brown paper.

Wu Yifan nodded:

"That is, after all, the Yankees are powerful now, and no one dares to send people directly to you like they did in Annan back then, so that's the only way."

"If you're fast, you should have plenty of time to learn."

Nikolai bent down, simply pulled out a few of them, and flipped through them:

"P18 Radar Modification ......"

"Multi-Point Passive Positioning Radar Operation Manual ......"

"Firing tables of КС-19 anti-aircraft guns and С-60 anti-aircraft guns...... Wait, the anti-aircraft artillery firing table is so thick? ”

This time, he couldn't hold back and flipped through the two documents.

Then I found that there were even shooting elements corresponding to different speeds, directions, and altitudes written in it.

Nikolai suddenly felt that these things seemed to be a little too detailed.

"Forget it."

He shook his head, straightened up again and buckled the lid of the cargo box, turning to Wu Yifan behind him:

"Zamusu, I don't know if we will have a chance to meet in the future."

"Thanks, though, for the people who brought this shipment over."

(End of chapter)