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Chapter 168 Making money isn't shameful! (Third update!)
After the lieutenant finished speaking, he raised his right hand and gently rubbed his thumb and forefinger together, signaling Larry to quickly take out his money.

Larry didn't make a sound. He stuck his head out of the window, grinned at the lieutenant, and beckoned to him.

Seeing his movement, the lieutenant leaned closer to Larryt, wanting to see what he was about to say.

As the others gathered around, Larry whispered, "They just want the explosives, not anti-tank missiles."

"All you need to do is pry the explosives out of the anti-tank missile."

"You can remove all the explosives inside and replace them with other gunpowder."

"You can also just remove a portion of it, and remove a few anti-tank missiles."

"Furthermore, what armored targets on Iraq are worth using anti-tank missiles on?"

Having said that, Larry simply leaned against the car door, his hands hanging limply outside, his pale blue eyes filled with mockery as he stared unblinkingly at the lieutenant.

Outside the car door, after listening to Larryt's analysis, the second lieutenant couldn't help but raise his hand and gently touch his nose.

If you were to sell the entire anti-tank missile system, each missile would cost at least $20.

But what if it's just selling the explosives inside?

Then the price will be lower.

This time, if we want to eat and drink well, we'll have to spend money on it.

At that moment, the second lieutenant couldn't help but turn his head to look at the epaulets on his shoulders.

I wish I were a major.

At least, we won't have to live such a frugal life.

The officer rubbed his temples and pointed towards the interior of the military camp:
"Drive the car in, and as usual, vegetables and fruits are delivered to the canteen, while drinks and women are delivered to the lobby."

When the officer mentioned women, he raised his flashlight and shone it on the cars behind him.

The lights didn't bother me when they were on, but once they were, all the women in the car looked over. Their beautiful faces were a world apart from the ugly ones I'd seen before.

His gaze swept over the women, and the lieutenant pointed to a blonde woman in the corner:
"Take her to my room."

After speaking with Larry, the officer turned around, and the men behind him escorted the convoy inside, while he and the others turned and walked towards the ammunition depot.

The convoy drove into the camp and, guided by several soldiers, slowly parked in their respective spaces.

Before the truck had even come to a complete stop, the soldiers opened the doors of the vehicles behind and helped all the women out of the truck.

Although their eyes were filled with desire, these people still tried to pretend to be gentlemen through their facial expressions and body language.

Larry stood in the crowd, left the woman the lieutenant had mentioned, found out the lieutenant's dormitory, turned around and took the woman there.

When he returned after dropping off the woman, all the fruits, vegetables, meat, cigarettes, and alcohol in the car had been taken away.

The empty carriages are left, and when the wind blows through them, they let out a mournful sound.

The sobbing sound, mixed with the music coming from the auditorium not far away, sounded eerie.

Looking at the dazzling lights and bustling scene, Larrit sighed, sat in the car, and began to silently recite the Quran in his mind.

Just as I was reciting Chapter 5, the lieutenant's voice rang out beside me:
"Here is the 100 kilograms of Octogen you requested. Please check it."

As he spoke, Larry leaned out of the car door and immediately saw several boxes next to the lieutenant.

The lid of the box was open, and inside were some milky white things that looked like dough.

At that moment, Larry suddenly realized that he did not know Oktokin.

He only recognized TNT and some common emulsion explosives.

He took a deep breath, pushed open the door and got out of the car. He stood in front of the box, pretending to be serious, and poked the dough inside with his hand.

He then gave the lieutenant a thumbs-up: "Good stuff!"

After praising him, he took out a small calculator from his pocket, waved it in his hand, and then continued to ask the lieutenant:

"How much does octogen cost per kilogram here?"

The second lieutenant kicked the box containing the Octokin:
"$400 per kilogram."

Upon hearing the price, Larry quickly typed in the final total on the computer.

$4

He presented the total price to the lieutenant officer and then turned to calculate the value of the goods he had brought.

"400 kilograms of lettuce..."

"800 kilograms of watermelon..."

"200 kilograms of cantaloupe..."

"2 tons of mutton... 3.2 tons of beef..."

"whisky……"

"Brandy……"

"Agave..."

"Bordeaux wines..."

"Ethiopia Pearl..."

"Ukrainian beauty..."

"Japanese Yamato Nadeshiko..."

"The total is $273724.5. After deducting Octokin's $4, you will still need to pay $233724.5."

“Cash or card?”

"Same as always, let's go through the accounting!" the lieutenant said, extending his hand with practiced ease.

Larry lived up to his expectations, taking out a receipt and a notebook from his pocket and handing them over.

The total price was already written on the receipt. The lieutenant took it, glanced at it casually, found that the price matched, and stuffed the receipt into his pocket.

He then took the notebook and wrote his name, the date of the debt, and the details of the debt on it.

After finishing writing, he picked up the receipt, turned around, and walked towards the auditorium not far away.

In the auditorium, he quickly found Lieutenant Colonel Rhodes, the camp's highest commander, handed him the receipt, and the lieutenant naturally began to speak:

"This time they didn't ask for anything else, they just asked for 100 kilograms of octokin."

“In the batch of anti-tank missiles that just arrived, each missile contained three kilograms of Octokin. I took two kilograms from them, making a total of 100 kilograms.”

"Then this damn Arab only offered $200 a kilogram."

"Therefore, we still need to pay $25."

After Lieutenant Colonel Rhodes finished reading the receipt, he stuffed it into his drawer and then took out a book of receipts from the drawer.

He tore off a receipt from the book, filled in the extra 15 yuan he needed to pay, explained the reason for using the funds, and then signed his name.

As he handed the tickets to the second lieutenant, Lieutenant Colonel Rhodes reminded him to have fun and enjoy himself to the fullest.

The second lieutenant walked out of the auditorium, not to look for Larry, but towards the camp's office area.

The auditorium was brightly lit, while the office area was brightly lit.

He found the military camp's finance department and handed over the receipts.

After checking the receipts and putting them in the box, the finance officer turned around and took out more than 25 yuan in cash from the safe, which he then handed over to the second lieutenant.

Back in the deserted spot, the lieutenant took out $2 and stuffed it into his pocket. With the remaining money, he found Larry waiting in the car.

"Count it yourself." After handing the money to Larry, the lieutenant immediately turned and walked towards his quarters.

Having obtained the Octokin, Larryt naturally had no desire to stay any longer. After instructing his men to make sure they brought the man back, Larryt drove away from the military camp alone.

After leaving the military camp, he went straight back to the courtyard where the convoy had left.

After getting off the car, they found two people to move Oktokin to the warehouse.

He locked the gate himself, turned around, changed into his small Toyota pickup truck, and leisurely returned to the shop.

In the dark warehouse, in the northeast corner, there was a cabinet.

Suddenly, the cabinet moved. With a sound of wheels rolling, the cabinet moved to the side, revealing a large hole underneath.

Immediately afterwards, a faint light appeared from the cave, and two people emerged from the cave entrance and headed straight for the box where Octokin was kept.

The box was opened, and the Octogen inside was removed and replaced with milky white TNT.

After finishing the replacement work, the two men quickly returned to the cave and closed the cabinet.

As the sound of the cabinets moving faded away, the warehouse fell into darkness and silence once more, as if the two people had never been there.

Inside the tunnel, besides the two people who appeared in the warehouse, there were several other people.

Each of them received a portion of Octogen.

After traveling through the tunnel for a long time, the group finally arrived at the end of the tunnel.

They went up the stairs and eventually found themselves in a very ordinary courtyard.

The tunnel's exit was a well in the corner of the courtyard.

Half an hour later, the 100 kilograms of Oktokin appeared in front of Sadr and the others.

After inspecting the explosives and confirming that they were Octogen, Khalid rolled up his sleeves, took off the approximately one-kilogram Octogen, and, following the blueprints given by Lin Yi, opened the outer casing of the gas canister shell and secured the Octogen to the back of the fuse.

By the time he finished doing all this, he was completely soaked in sweat.

He fanned himself with his hand and asked little Sader:
Where should we go for the test?

When asked where he would be taking the test, Sadr shook his head and pointed towards Basra:

"We need to let the professionals handle this kind of thing."

"And Zais from the Justice League happens to be a professional."

He then went to the gas cylinder shell, held the 118-liter gas cylinder shell in both hands, and gently stroked it for a while as if caressing a lover. He then looked up and asked the crowd around him:

"Do you think the price of such a shell should be doubled?"

Seeing his perverted appearance, Khalid and the others couldn't help but take two steps back, increasing the distance between themselves and Sadr.

After creating some distance, Khalid looked at Hamidi: "Why don't you contact Zais?"

"Okay!" Hamidi nodded, turned and walked out of the room to make a phone call next door to contact Zais.

They had already prepared the shells, while across the sea in Dubai, UAE, a group of high-ranking officials were staring blankly at a battery in front of them.

On the past day, UAE security officials treated the black powder they obtained from Sadr al-Shaq as a dangerous substance, using electric shocks, burning, and even mixing gunpowder into the black powder to detonate it.

But it's all useless.

The black powder was there, and they were left to do whatever they wanted.

Discouraged, the security bureau decided to move on from the matter.

But before turning the page, they turned their attention back to the documents regarding the black powder.

Battery raw materials

Upon seeing this description, they decided to try anything, even if it seemed hopeless. They found some skilled craftspeople to mix the black powder and package it into a professional battery casing.

After doing all that, they started charging.

Thus, a high-performance battery was born.

Then, the battery appeared before the top officials of the Emirate of Dubai.

After a long silence, King Salman's slightly hoarse voice echoed in the room:
“Rashid, take this and go to Saudi Arabia in person to hand it over to King Saeed.”

"Tell him the whole story, and we won't be needed anymore."

Rashid, Salman's son, in his early twenties, listened to his father's words but offered no response, only skepticism:
"Father, is this necessary?"

"You don't need to worry about it. Your priority now is to get to Saudi Arabia. Don't worry about anything else."

After giving his son instructions, Salman glanced at the battery again, turned around, and left without hesitation.

Rashid, who remained where he was, kicked the battery under his feet, resignedly bent down, hugged the battery to his chest, and, following his father's instructions, arranged for a flight to Riyadh.

They're leisurely slacking off, while the culprits behind it all are busy as bees.

Busy recruiting.

Busy with the new venue.

Busy looking for suppliers.

Busy meeting people.

On the seventh day of the first lunar month in 2010, Lin Yi met two very unexpected guests as soon as he started work.

Shinji Oda, Kojin Ko.

The two people didn't come together, but they happened to end up together.

Upon meeting, Gao Jin looked like he wanted to devour Shinji Oda.

However, since this wasn't his territory, he only made a face as if he wanted to eat people, but didn't actually do anything about it.

For safety, Shinji Oda and Gao Jin kept a distance from each other, while Lin Yi sat in front of them.

And so, the three of them formed an isosceles triangle in a very strange way.

Taking advantage of the mutual animosity between the two, Lin Yi, holding his teacup, slowly observed them as he drank.

Compared to the last time they met, the pride on Gao Jin's face had vanished, replaced by a weathered look.

But those dark eyes were brighter than ever before I'd seen him, as if he'd gained something during his disappearance.

As for Shinji Oda, he hasn't changed much. If I had to point out a change, it would be that he seems much more confident, and his overall demeanor is much more relaxed and cheerful.

Lin Yi put down the teacup and tapped the table with his finger:
"Gentlemen, if you want to fight, I can provide sticks or kitchen knives. Go fight somewhere else, not here."

The voice was serious and cold, instantly shattering the animosity between Shinji Oda and Jin Ko.

The two of them looked away from each other and then looked at Lin Yi together.

Then they opened their mouths almost simultaneously.

Two sounds, one from the left and one from the right, drilled into my ears, making my head ache.

With a sigh, Lin Yi raised his hand to interrupt Gao Jin's rambling, then turned to Shinji Oda and said:

"Mr. Oda, please speak if you have something to say. If not, I'd like to have a chat with Mr. Gao Jin."

Sensing that Lin Yi meant to send him away, Oda Shinji quickly grabbed his briefcase and took out a thick stack of documents, handing them to Lin Yi.

"Mr. Lin, these are the trademarks and corresponding names that Xiaomi Heavy Industry may use in Japan."

"I've already registered them."

"Now I'm officially handing these two things over to you!"

(End of this chapter)