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Chapter 277 Taking the Opportunity to Recruit! (First Update!)

"Are they idiots?" Agafon Sokolov, head of the Federal Service for Military-Technical Cooperation, bluntly cursed.

He racked his brains but still couldn't understand why Iranians were so abstract, that they could surpass the Slavs in this aspect.

He closed his eyes and began to rub his forehead hard with his hands.

After a long massage, the pain in his head finally subsided slightly, giving him time to look at the person in front of him: Sergei Ivanov, Director of the Russian Foreign Intelligence Service.

Do you have any unique intelligence over there?

Sergei rolled his eyes: "If I had unique intelligence, would I be coming to you?"

"So, what should we do with those anti-aircraft missiles?"

"What can I do but deal with it?" Aga Feng lay lazily on the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Thinking back to how I ran around for this business, contacting various departments to coordinate production, and even helping with the approval process...

He felt like an idiot.

He let out a long sigh, banishing these jumbled thoughts from his mind, and turned his attention to Sergei:

"Let's not talk about those idiots anymore. By the way, have you guys had anything interesting to do lately?"

"I feel like I'm going to get moldy."

"so boring!"

"Nothing fun about it." Sergei sprawled out in his chair like Ge You, staring blankly at the person opposite him.

"If you absolutely have to talk about fun, then it's only fun from the Middle East."

"America has been targeted so many times, and to this day, they still haven't found the mastermind behind it."

America encountered setbacks in the Middle East, and Agafong knew some of the situation, but not much.

Upon hearing Sergei mention it, he immediately perked up:

"Hold on!"

As he spoke, he got up and walked to the bookshelf next to him, moved the books blocking his way, and revealed two bottles of vodka hidden behind them.

He took out the vodka, then took two glasses of water, poured a glass for Sergei and himself, took a sip first, and then raised his hand to signal that Sergei could continue speaking.

Faced with the vodka, Sergei didn't refuse, picked up his glass and downed half of it before starting to talk:
"After those incidents, America and Israel were actually frantically investigating who was responsible."

"But in the end, they found that there are only a handful of groups in the world with this technology."

“And these groups are all in America, or rather, they are all controlled by Israel.”

"That's when the fun begins."

"Keep investigating, and you'll eventually find the people behind these corporations."

“And these people are all middle and high-ranking officials in America and Israel.”

“They have a dense network of connections, so it’s difficult to investigate anyone.”

"But if we don't investigate further, this group of people won't be able to get over this hurdle."

"What kind of good person would provide weapons and equipment to enemy personnel so that they could then bomb their own family members?"

He got more and more excited as he talked, and in the end, he simply raised his glass, downed the vodka in one gulp, and then picked up the bottle.

Tons, tons, tons!
In just a few seconds, the large bottle of vodka disappeared.

Aga Feng felt a pang of heartache watching this. His face darkened as he brought the wine glass to his lips.

With a pained expression, she took a sip and asked, "Why does everyone suspect America and Israel?"

"Don't you doubt Britain, France, and Germany?"

"Our southern neighbor is also highly suspicious."

“There’s no need to doubt any of these!” Sergei shook his head repeatedly, and under Aga Peak’s astonished gaze, he offered his explanation:
"Let's start with England and France. England is already ruined, in fact, ruined."

"If he hadn't played against Argentina back then, they could have kept their pockets full for a few more years."

"But they fought, and so the sun set on the British Empire."

"By the first half of this year, their steel production and the production of various raw materials had declined rapidly, and the decline in these raw materials had made it impossible for them to support their research."

"France is slightly better, but it's not much better."

"As for Germany, those people have lost their ambition and just spend their days carving decorations on the same few things."

"Finally, it's our neighbor to the south, which is even less likely."

"Because so far, their basic science has not made any major breakthroughs."

"So they are actually the least likely!"

"Eliminate all possible wrong answers, and the remaining answer, no matter how incredible, is the only correct answer."

"So America's people are finding it increasingly difficult to verify the relevant information."

After Sergei finished explaining, he also finished his drink.

He shook the empty bottle and then asked Aga Peak:
"No, you only drink one bottle when you treat someone to drinks?"

"Give me some more!"

"Give me another bottle, and I'll give you some important information."

Hearing that there was new fun, Aga Feng got up and went to the bookshelf, moved the books aside, and took out an unopened bottle of vodka from behind the tree.

He placed the vodka in front of Sergei and nodded.

"Tell me, what intelligence is it?"

Sergei took the bottle, shook it vigorously, and glanced at the color and bubbles of the liquor through the clear glass. He was very satisfied.

He placed the bottle aside and smiled at Aga Peak, saying:

"A message from our branch in the Middle East."

"The Hezbollah brigade, supported by Iran, has all fled to Syria and is now negotiating with the Syrian government, demanding to remain in Syria."

“These people need equipment, and if they operate well, they can make a fortune from Syria.”

After hearing this intelligence, Agafon frowned and thought for a while, and found that it was indeed as Sergei said. If handled well, it could indeed make a profit from Syria.

It ranges from one or two hundred million US dollars to three or five hundred million US dollars.

Regardless of the amount, that money will be of great use to the Federal Military-Technical Cooperation Agency, the National Technology Corporation, and the Defense Export Corporation.

Knowing this information in advance would give their people an advantage when negotiating with Syria.

That's pretty good intelligence.

With this information memorized, Agafon turned around, picked up his glass, and continued to clink glasses with Sergei.

Meanwhile, in Damascus, Syria.

Hezbollah leader Omar and deputy leader Radria are sitting before Syria's new defense minister, Safare, outlining their terms:
"We hope to have a sufficient supply of weapons and equipment."

“In addition, we need a piece of land to settle our families.”

“If the minister can grant us this request, then our lives are yours.”

"You can use them as you please!"

“No need!” Saffare raised his hands and waved them at the two people in front of him, rejecting them as quickly as possible.

Syria and Iran can be considered allies, albeit unreliable ones. But better safe than sorry.

Hezbollah is a powerful henchman unit within the Iranian Revolutionary Guard.

If a brother treats a thug badly, that's his family matter. If a thug comes to your territory and asks to be taken in, it's not too much to ask.

Anyway, it's just taking in a few people, so there's no need to worry about them. They can just find a way to feed themselves.

However, it would be troublesome to fund these thugs and get them under one's control.

Safare had absolutely no desire to get involved in this.

This is not an ordinary pot, but a pressure cooker, a pressure cooker that could explode at any moment.

Omar wasn't angry at being explicitly rejected by Safare. Instead, he simply opened his left hand and began counting on his fingers towards Safare:

“Minister Safare, I know you are concerned about Iran, but I need to tell you that Iran is not worth worrying about.”

"Those guys have no strategic thinking!"

"What you need to worry about now is the anti-government armed groups and terrorists in northern Syria."

“If you support us, we will be the sharpest blade in your hand. We can help you get rid of those anti-government armed groups and those terrorists.”

"Of course, in the process, we will also deal with those hands that America has reached out to."

"The Euphrates Delta is the richest part of your country."

"If one day, this vast land falls into the hands of America and those controlled by Türkiye."

"President THAAD will probably be so worried that he can't eat or sleep."

Omar's words struck a chord with Safare.

He wanted to retort, but every word Omar said was true.

If the Syrian government loses control of this large area of ​​land, it will be tantamount to losing its main source of income.

President Sary was a good man.

But he was not a suitable leader.

He's too soft-hearted!
After a long silence, Safare spoke: "I agree to your conditions, but in return, you also need to abide by the relevant conditions."

"We will not write these conditions down, but only keep them in each other's hearts."

"So, you two had better not disappoint me!"

"As for the weapons you want, the only ones we can give you are Russian weapons."

"Moreover, these are weapons that Russia has phased out. They may be better than the weapons you obtained in Iran, or they may be worse."

"But these are the limits of what we can do."

"However, we are allies with Russia, and occasionally we can get some heavy equipment from Russia."

"For example, anti-aircraft missiles!"

"As long as you two and your men obey, these things could all be yours."

The string of words was full of subtle but veiled warnings.

Omar could naturally understand what was going on. After listening, he first bowed deeply to Safare, then gently shook his head.
“Mr. Minister, actually, if we want heavy firepower, we don’t need to buy it from Russia.”

"We can find someone else!"

Omar didn't continue speaking; he was waiting for Safar to give him a straight man's response.

Upon hearing Omar's words, Safare's first reaction was to look around to see if anyone was eavesdropping.

After looking around and finding no one eavesdropping, he finally turned his attention to Omar:
"You don't mean to suggest that we buy heavy weaponry from Iran, do you?"

"Does Iran even have heavy firepower?"

"No, no, no!" Omar shook his head repeatedly, waving his hands at the same time.

Once the man's expression softened slightly, Omar spoke:
"It's the Sadr organization."

"That Iraqi opposition group was lucky; they got involved with an unknown arms dealer."

"This arms dealer produces a special formula of TNT, which is more powerful than regular TNT."

“We’ve seen the Justice League use it. They put this TNT in gas cylinders and fired it like a mortar, and it worked very well.”

"very good!"

"A gas cylinder of more than ten liters, filled with TNT, can produce a force more ferocious than many high explosives."

"To deal with the Kurds in the north and the Israelis in the south."

"All we need is this kind of explosive."

"These cheap heavy weapons are enough to destroy the terrorists' defenses."

"And most importantly, this special TNT is very cheap."

"For you, using this kind of cheap but effective weapon is a good option."

"It's called achieving twice the result with half the effort; it only benefits you and has no drawbacks."

Upon hearing Omar's words, Safare nodded in agreement.

Supporting this group of people is a burden in itself.

Now they need to supply weapons. If they are cheap weapons, that's fine, but if they are slightly more expensive weapons...

Based on their number of combatants, Syria would have to pull out all their underwear.

Safare tapped his fingers lightly on the table for a long time before turning around and looking at Omar and the others, saying:
"Since Mr. Omar has said so, then the task of contacting the Justice League and eventually the Sadr Organization will be entrusted to you."

"Let's hope Mr. Omar won't let us down!"

Having received the promise from Safare, Omar stood up and nodded heavily at Safare: "I guarantee I'll complete the mission!"

"Good luck!" Safare smiled back at Omar, then beckoned to his secretary and had him take two people down to meet with the Syrian National Defense Army and make an introduction to them.

That way, I won't accidentally kill my teammates like minions when the next game starts.

After the two men left, Safare immediately picked up a pen and wrote down the words "Justice League" in his notebook.

Then a question mark was added after this string of words.

Since the end of last year, America has been stationed at outposts and camps in the Middle East, especially in Iraq.

It has been constantly bombarded by artillery fire.

The enemy's artillery fire was incredibly powerful, to an unbelievable degree.

Everyone was speculating about who this force was and how they could be so audacious.

It's so big it's practically limitless.

Syria is also secretly investigating the origins of this force, but no matter how hard they search, they have been unable to find its roots.

But to their utter surprise, the target they had been diligently investigating was revealed quietly at this very moment.

Setting aside the complex thoughts in his mind, Safare picked up the phone and called President THAAD directly:

"Mr. President, I have some important information. Would you like to hear it?"

(End of this chapter)