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Chapter 417 Not a single one of them is human! (Third update!)
Azaz is located 40 kilometers north of Aleppo.

Located approximately 7 kilometers from the Syrian-Turkish border, to the left are the edges of the Alawite Mountains, while to the right lies a plain formed by rivers flowing through the Alawite Mountains over millions of years.

After receiving the transaction call from the other party, Badri and his men rushed to the small town without stopping.

To guard against the other party, he even took a detour from Highway 214 to the west of the small town and entered the town from the west of Azaz.

But as soon as the convoy entered the town, the satellite phone in the car rang.

The call connected, and the first thing I heard was a mocking laugh, followed by sarcastic remarks:
“Mr. Badri, you’ve taken the wrong turn. You should have gone straight at that intersection instead of turning right into the city.”

"But that's alright. Just keep going along the main road where you are now until you reach the fourth major intersection, then head north."

"Keep running until the end, turn right at the T-junction and continue straight, then turn left at the next main road intersection."

“Keep walking along this road until it ends! Near the border, there is a small town called Salta.”

We'll be waiting for you there!

While Badri was on the phone, the person next to him was holding a map, checking their current location and the other person's location.

After the other person finished speaking, the person checking the map next to them raised his hand and pointed to the mountainous area about 20 kilometers away from their current location.

There is indeed a small town called Salta on the map.

Or perhaps "village" would be a more appropriate term.

From their current location to their target area, although most of the places marked on the map are fertile fields, they are constantly climbing uphill.

Moreover, there are several locations that are very suitable for ambushes.

If those people really had bad intentions, they might have been killed on the way to this town called Salta before they even reached it.

After staring at the menacing map for a moment, Badri gritted his teeth and said to the person on the other end of the satellite phone:

"You've broken your promise!"

As soon as he said that, a burst of laughter erupted from the other side, followed by even more unrestrained mockery:
"You're a terrorist, I'm an arms dealer!"

“You burned, killed, looted, murdered, raped, and sold your own people; I bought and sold weapons and sold women and children. We are both bastards who deserve to die a horrible death. According to Islamic law, we should both be burned alive in hell right now.”

"You think you can keep your word with someone like me?"

"Are you out of your mind? Or do you think I'm out of my mind?"

"From where you are now to Salta, it's about 24 kilometers. I'll wait for you here for an hour. If it takes less than an hour, the deal is off!"

The satellite phone call ended, and Badri looked at the person holding the map beside him. At that moment, the person holding the map lightly pointed to several locations on the map with their right index finger:

“They must have deployed people in these locations, and they have already noticed us in Aleppo.”

"Otherwise, they wouldn't know our location!"

"Similarly, we need to abandon the idea of ​​double-crossing and instead engage in fair and just transactions with the other party."

Listening to the words of the person next to him, Badri looked ahead and said calmly:
"What happens next depends on whether they bring a banknote detector or banknote inspectors."

"When we get close to the target area, you take Ital to find a sniping spot. Then watch my hand signals. If things don't look right, just fire."

"Let's fight our way out!"

Salta, a small town.

This small town is located in Syria, but the closest point to the Syrian-Turkish border is no more than 500 meters away, and it is an unobstructed plain. An adult can easily run 500 meters in one breath, and then swim across a not-so-wide river to reach Turkish territory.

The easternmost part of the town consists of six courtyards that appear separate and independent from the outside, but when viewed from above, they appear to be connected.

In the very center of the courtyard, the Turk Adana put down his satellite phone and turned to look at the group of people beside him:

"Send them out and keep watch, especially on the southern hills. Give me more men to prevent that bastard from coming around from the southern hills."

"Also, give every household in the town $50 so that their people don't wander around outside."

"Once the deal is done, they can run away however they want."

After giving the order, Adana turned around, walked to the sofa next to him, lay down on it, and leisurely closed his eyes.

After a frantic drive of several tens of minutes, Badri finally arrived at the town of Salta with his men.

They were stopped by two armed men as soon as they approached the town entrance. The men asked them a few questions in Arabic, then pointed to the village:

"Keep going straight ahead, turn right at the end and head east, those last few houses are it!"

The car continued on its way and soon entered the town. Sitting in the car, Badri would look around from time to time, but every time he looked up, he could see armed men standing on the rooftops, holding guns and giving them a cold look.

As for ordinary people, he didn't see a single one.

The car quickly drove through the town and stopped in front of the courtyards that the armed men had mentioned at the beginning.

The armed men guarding the courtyard gate stepped forward, disarmed them, and led them into the courtyard, to Adana.

Adana heard the noise on the sofa, but he didn't open his eyes. Instead, he continued to lie lazily on the sofa, twisted his body, and lazily pointed to the next room.

The armed men then led Badri into the room.

The room was filled with green wooden crates.

In this green landscape, every wooden crate bears the marks of being sanded by a sander, where information about the crate should have been originally marked.

The box was opened by armed men, revealing Badri a full load of AK74s, with gun oil still smeared on the guns.

The armed man casually picked up a gun and handed it to Badri. He smeared some gun oil on it and immediately spotted a string of words above the trigger.

Izhevsk-8-74

The meaning of this information is that the gun came from the Izhevsk Machine Plant and was manufactured in August 1974!
Badri discovered in despair that the gun was several years older than him.

He raised his gun and asked the armed men in front of him, "Is this the gun you're going to give me?"

Faced with his questioning, the armed man glared back, snatched the AK74, then went out of the room, got a batch of bullets from the neighboring yard, loaded the bullets one by one into the magazine, and cocked it with a click.

Then, in front of Badri and the others, he pulled the trigger on the ground.

Weapons produced during the Soviet Union's existence have demonstrated their reliability even after decades.

Flames shot from the muzzle, and bullets flew from the muzzle, sending dirt flying everywhere.

A 30-round magazine, in fully automatic mode, takes only a few breaths to empty.

After running out of bullets, the armed man casually tossed the gun to Badri, gave a disdainful snort, and turned back to Adana.

At this moment, Adana finally opened his eyes and pointed with his right hand to the room next door where the guns were kept:

"2000 guns, I'll sell you each for $3000!"

"I've provided each gun with 1000 rounds of ammunition, at two dollars per bullet. Pay up now!"

As soon as Adana finished speaking, several armed men standing next to him immediately raised their guns and aimed at them.

The dark muzzle of a gun was pointed at him, and Badri trembled with rage. In the hottest weather in the Middle East in August, he only felt a chill.

Gritting his teeth, he spat out, "Don't you Turks have any... any integrity at all?" Hearing the word "integrity" again, Adana burst into laughter, clutching his stomach.

“Mr. Badri, I need to remind you, you are a terrorist!”

“You are Iraqi, but you have killed just as many Iraqis.”

“You are an Arab, and you have killed quite a few Arabs.”

“You are your mother’s son, but you have sold every single woman you have ever sold.”

"I am an arms dealer."

“I’ve killed quite a few people with the weapons and equipment I sold, and I’ve done a lot of double-crossing, so you’re talking to me about credit.”

"This is...this sounds hilarious no matter how you look at it!"

"So, we don't need to dwell on this issue."

"You pay, I'll give you the equipment, it's that simple!"

As Adana finished speaking, the courtyard gate opened, and about ten armed men with guns escorted three people into the courtyard.

As they forced the man to the floor, the armed man leading the group looked up:
"Boss, these three guys had an SVD, and they just happened to run into our hands, look..."

The paint on this SVD sniper rifle has started to peel, but the scope is well protected.

Adana sticks out his right thumb, "Good gun!"

"Kill him!"

Upon receiving the order, the armed men did not hesitate for a moment. They pointed their three guns at the three men pinned to the ground and fired two shots.

Three subordinates were beaten to death, their bright red blood flowing down the floor and reaching Badri's feet.

Several people next to him suddenly stood up, but were forcibly pressed down by armed men.

Badri gritted his teeth, glared at Adana for a long time, and finally, after forcibly suppressing his anger, said: "I agree to the deal!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a commotion arose behind him. The two people who had just been killed were dragged out of the room, and the armed men followed them away.

Immediately afterwards, Badri and the others were also led out of the room and into the courtyard.

In the courtyard stood about a dozen fully armed personnel, each carrying a metal briefcase.

In front of these people, on the open ground, were two bombs that had been defused.

Upon seeing these boxes, Badri's eyelids twitched, and Adana's voice came from behind him:
"Since you've agreed to the deal, open the box and let us check the banknotes."

"After you've checked the money, you can leave with your gun."

The armed men placed the box in front of Badri, then all stepped back to a safe distance, keeping their guns pointed at Badri.

Taking a deep breath, Badri bent down, slowly opened the box, and took out the money from inside, placing it on the sandy ground.

All 12 boxes were opened, and a layer of US dollars was spread on the sandy ground.

The armed men did not rush forward. Instead, they gestured with the muzzle of their guns to Badri and the others to stand aside. After they left, another armed man stepped forward, carefully picked up the banknotes, and moved them aside.

With the help of others, they began to count the banknotes.

The money counting machine whirred and rattled, and the armed personnel counting the banknotes smiled so broadly their eyes narrowed.

They couldn't laugh anymore.

Because after counting the stack of 100 banknotes, about 30 of them were counterfeit.

One-third of the last stack of banknotes was gone.

Holding the remaining banknotes, several armed men responsible for counting them held them up carefully to the sunlight and examined them meticulously.

As they watched, their expressions gradually darkened.

Because there are consecutive banknotes.

Brand new consecutive banknotes!
Taking a deep breath, the armed men took out the banknotes they had just counted and checked them again.

This inspection shattered their world.

Of these banknotes, one-third were counterfeit, and half of the remaining two-thirds were consecutively numbered banknotes, new consecutively numbered banknotes.

As is well known, brand-new consecutive-numbered banknotes only appear in America, countries that officially use the US dollar as their legal tender, and countries that de facto use the US dollar as their currency, and the number of such banknotes is not very large.

If it appears in other countries, then there is only one possibility.

These banknotes were stolen from a bank!

Then, through certain channels, it appeared in these countries.

If it only circulates among individuals and merchants, that's fine.

However, as long as you dare to deposit money in a bank, it will trigger a tracking mechanism.

If the country where the money is deposited has a partnership with America, then America can reach out and give them a good beating.

Turkey is a country with its own official legal tender, but it uses the US dollar in practice. Using these dollars will trigger this mechanism.

When the armed men told Adana about this, Adana could no longer lie still on the sofa. He suddenly jumped up, rushed into the yard like the wind, and kicked Badri, knocking him to the ground.

"What do you want to do?"

"You guys have absolutely no integrity when you're in this business?"

"Counterfeit money, brand new consecutively numbered banknotes, what exactly are you trying to do?"

After kicking Badri a few times, Adana turned to the armed men counting the banknotes and asked, "How much money do you have?"

"Of the total of 1044 million, 310 million were counterfeit. Of the remaining 734 million, 507 million were new banknotes with consecutive serial numbers. These banknotes must have been laundered by some bastard. And then these idiots were scammed while selling people. The American government should have marked this money so that once a large number of consecutive serial number US dollars are deposited or exchanged in the banking system, it will trigger an anti-money laundering audit."

"The only way to use this money is to send it to Africa."

"Because those warlords in Africa are stupid, and their banking supervision mechanisms are relatively backward, by the time they realize what's happening, the banknotes are already in their hands."

"If we exclude counterfeit and consecutively numbered bills, the usable amount is only $227 million."

Upon hearing this result, Adana turned around and kicked Badri again.

After kicking the man, he turned to look at the armed men beside him:

“Give them a beating, settle their accounts for the $227 million worth of goods, and then throw them out!”

Upon receiving their leader's order, a group of armed men swarmed forward and brutally beat Badri and his companions.

After the shooting, they were given $227 million worth of firearms and ammunition.

He then personally escorted them back to Azaz.

Badri lay half-dead in the car, watching the armed men leave with a vicious look, while vowing in his heart to kill them.

(End of this chapter)