I manufacture weapons in the Middle East and am wanted globally?

After Chapter 69, we won't be afraid of getting bombed anymore!

Chen Zheng's lips twitched, and he slapped Khalid on the shoulder: "Could you please tone down your smile a bit?"

Khalid coughed twice, covering his mouth, but the wrinkles around his eyes wouldn't go away no matter what he did; he looked like a weasel that had stolen a chicken.

"Boss, I'm not laughing at you for being wanted by the police."

"I'm just happy that our company's reputation has improved! Now, everyone in the entire Bekaa Valley should know us!"

"What exactly happened?"

Khalid: "Actually, it's not you who's wanted, but the Assad government that's wanted the entire Monster Factory, offering a reward of 20 Syrian pounds."

"At today's black market price, it's around $4500."

Chen Zheng was stunned for a moment, and then his whole body seemed to be set on fire.

"$4500?! The US military spends millions of dollars on a sheep in Iraq! Who are they looking down on? I, Bruce, have been in the Middle East for so long, and I'm only worth $4500? Does that old bastard Assad think I'm not even worth a sheep?"

"I'm going to lose it! I'm going to teach Assad a lesson!" Chen Zheng said angrily.

"Boss, aren't you nervous?"

"What's the big deal? Bin Laden was wanted, but he's fine now. If I wanted to, I could even go beyond the wanted list, but there's no need. I'm a businessman, and I even hope Assad can hold out a little longer—"

Khalid stood to the side and asked, "Boss, who do you hope will win, the government forces or the rebels?"

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Chen Zheng looked at the commercial airliner taxiing in the distance.

"Have you ever considered that I hope both sides lose?"

Khalid was taken aback.

"As long as I win, that's all that matters."

Chen Zheng's lips slowly curled into a smile. "My goods can't rot in the warehouse. If there were no wars in the world, I should be selling diapers!"

"But is it possible?"

Mr. Chen said meaningfully, "There will always be someone who starts a war; it's a business!"

"Alright, stop with the nonsense. Get the ground crew to unload the goods. Hurry up, it's getting dark, and the convoy needs to get back to the Beka Valley. It's not safe on the road."

Khalid nodded, turned and ran a few steps toward the freight station, waving to the waiting ground staff and shouting in Arabic.

"Hurry up! Unload the cardboard boxes first, be careful not to drop them! Unload the wooden crates last, use a forklift, don't drag them!"

The ground staff got busy.

The lifting platform truck slowly descended to the height of the cargo hold opening. A forklift pulled the pallet out of the cargo hold and placed it on the platform truck. The platform truck then descended to the ground, and the pallet was pushed next to the truck. The militiamen began to load it onto the truck.

Chen Zheng stood at the edge of the tarmac, squinting as he watched for a while.

Assam stepped off the boarding stairs, carrying a black nylon travel bag.

"This shipment is quite large; we need to be careful on the road."

Chen Zheng nodded: "I had Khalid bring 50 militiamen over. They are all from the Sheikh tribe. They have guns and vehicles. Four pickup trucks escorted them from the front and back, with trucks and Scanias in the middle. The convoy was long and spaced out, so even if someone wanted to make a move, they would have to think twice."

"We still need to be careful," Assam said.

Chen Zheng nodded and looked at him, "You know quite a few people in the Beka Valley, and I'd like you to visit them for me. Of course, it's about building good relationships, at the very least to ensure that our goods aren't hijacked in the Beka Valley!"

"Don't worry, there's no budget limit!"

Assam didn't refuse; after thinking for a moment, he nodded.

"Don't worry, I won't treat my own brother badly. After this order is finished, I'll buy you a house in Dubai. Don't tell anyone about this."

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Assam's eyes lit up upon hearing this. "Thank you, Bruce."

"With our relationship, do I even need to say thank you?"

The cargo was unloaded faster than expected.

With 50 militiamen, plus forklifts and trailers, all the cardboard boxes and wooden crates were transferred from the cargo hold to the trucks in less than two hours.

Cardboard boxes were stacked in the cargo compartment of the Dongfeng truck, layer upon layer, secured to hooks on the side of the compartment with straps, and covered with a tarpaulin, all tied tightly with ropes.

The wooden crates were placed on Scania's flatbed trailer. Two hydraulic presses and two wooden crates were placed side by side in the middle of the trailer. Thick iron chains were threaded through the pallets at the bottom of the crates and secured to the steel rings on the trailer. The chains were tightened with a wrench until they were as taut as harp strings.

Four Toyota Hilux pickup trucks, two leading the way and two escorting from behind.

Four militiamen stood in the back of each pickup truck, holding AKMs with the muzzles pointing upwards, their faces covered with checkered headscarves, only their eyes showing.

Chen Zheng stood at the front of the convoy and glanced at his watch.

"Set off!"

Four pickup trucks started their engines in turn, the roar of diesel engines echoing across the tarmac, with wisps of black smoke billowing from their exhaust pipes.

The Dongfeng truck followed behind the second pickup truck, its headlights illuminated, though they were not very noticeable in the afternoon sunlight.

Two Scania trucks were parked in the middle, their wooden crates casting long shadows in the sunlight.

The journey from Beirut Airport to the Bekaa Valley takes about an hour and a half by normal route.

However, for safety reasons, Khalid planned a detour in advance, bypassing the Zahle city center and going around from outside the city. This route would be 20 kilometers longer and take 40 minutes longer, but it would pass through areas controlled by milk tea shops, making it relatively safer.

Around 7 p.m.

Night had completely fallen over the Beka Valley.

The convoy stopped about two kilometers from the Sheikh tribe.

The commotion from dozens of vehicles was too great.

In the Beka Valley, there are more spies than wild dogs. Who knows which tent is hiding whose spy?

Chen Zheng pushed open the car door and jumped out.

"Get the militiamen down here."

Khalid turned and gestured to the vehicles behind him. The doors of the four pickup trucks opened one after another, and 50 militiamen jumped out of the vehicles. Their movements were not very coordinated, and they were occasionally chatting in hushed tones.

Chen Zheng walked over, took out a thick kraft paper envelope from his pocket, weighed it in his hand, and waved it at the militiamen.

"Brothers, you've worked hard."

"Two hundred US dollars each, go back and have a good meal and a good night's sleep."

"Send this to the brothers."

He handed the envelope to Khalid, who took it.

Upon hearing this, all 50 militiamen couldn't help but smile.

$200 is not a small amount for the young people in these tribes.

After taking the money, the group dispersed.

A very typical example—a disorganized, unaffiliated group.

"Boss, the militia have all left. The convoy is parked here. Should we leave a few people to watch over it?"

"You guys should go back and rest too, you've all been exhausted these past few days." Chen Zheng patted Khalid on the shoulder. "I'll take care of the goods. I'll have the workers come down to move them in a bit."

Khalid opened his mouth as if to say something, but seeing Chen Zheng's confident look, he swallowed his words.

"Let's go back to the tribe."

Gao Fei walked over and glanced at Chen Zheng: "Zheng, are you sure you don't need any help?"

"Need not."

Chen Zheng laughed and said, "Go back to sleep. You have other things to do tomorrow."

Gao Fei nodded, didn't insist any further, and turned to follow Khalid.

Several pickup trucks started their engines one after another, their headlights came on, they made a U-turn on the dirt road, and drove away in the direction they came from.

Chen Zheng walked along the dirt road towards the hillside.

The entrance to the cave remains the same, completely hidden by vines.

The air inside the passageway was cooler than outside, carrying a mixed smell of machine oil and cutting fluid, along with a faint metallic powder scent.

He turned the corner, and the lights in the cave shone out.

Just then, Tianji saw Chen Zheng coming in through the door and hurriedly ran over to call out, "Boss, you're back!"

The bespectacled guy over there saw it too and immediately followed.

Fuck~

Frogs don't even know martial ethics.

"I'm back."

"There's cargo in the truck below, a whole truckload of cardboard boxes and two flatbed trailers full of wooden crates. We'll move them all up."

Four-Eyes nodded, turned around, and shouted into the cave in his high-pitched voice, "Attention everyone! Stop what you're doing and assemble at the cave entrance!"

"Goo!" the laborers responded in unison.

Four-Eyes stood at the front of the line, pushed up his glasses, and said, "Follow me."

It turned and walked towards the cave entrance, with the monster laborer following behind, surging out downwards like a tide.

Chen was the only one left in the cave.

He took out his phone, opened the Monster Factory app, and tapped the icon.

A pop-up interface appears on the screen—[New Player Gift Pack: Underground Cave Generation]

The interface is a 3D topographic map. With the cave as the center, the terrain within a five-kilometer radius is as clear as a satellite photo.

Ridges, valleys, cliffs, and olive groves are all marked with contour lines of different colors, and each contour line is marked with an altitude number.

The Yamuq River appears as a blue curve on the map, meandering from north to south, making a bend at the westernmost edge of the map, leaving behind a fan-shaped alluvial plain.

The cave is located on the east side of the map, near the highest point of the ridgeline, marked with a red triangle icon.

At the bottom of the interface is a line of text: "[Can generate underground caves at specified locations. Dimensions: 70 meters long × 50 meters wide]"

[Meters, buried 70 meters deep, reinforced with natural rock strata and 1 meter thick high-strength reinforced concrete.]

Below is a line of small red text: [Note: The cave will automatically connect to the current production base without any additional construction. Its location cannot be changed after generation, so please choose carefully.]

This is good; this cave is used for initial processing, while deeper production takes place in another cave.

A cunning rabbit has three burrows.

Chen Zheng held the phone level and slid his finger across the 3D topographic map, zooming in, zooming out, and panning, carefully examining it from left to right and from top to bottom.

He was very familiar with the terrain on the north bank of the Yamuq River, but the perspective of a 3D map was different. From the air, the dirt roads, gravel slopes, and olive groves that he had walked countless times all turned into lines and blocks of color, like an abstract painting.

His eyes searched the map for a while, and he quickly found his target.

The bend in the Yamuk River.

The location is a little over two kilometers away from the cave as the crow flies. It is located in the deepest part of the valley, surrounded by mountains on all sides, and accessible only by a narrow dirt road. It is easy to defend and difficult to attack.

Most importantly, the location is right next to a small tributary of the Yamuq River, where the groundwater is shallow and wells are easy to drill, so the factory will not have to worry about water supply in the future.

He zoomed in on the map, adjusted the contour lines of that location to the maximum magnification, and confirmed the terrain.

The mountain is surrounded by basalt mountains on three sides, and a gentle slope on the other side with an incline of less than 20 degrees.

perfect.

Chen Zheng took a deep breath and tapped the spot with his finger.

A confirmation dialog box pops up on the screen: "[Generate an underground cavern here? Once generated, it cannot be changed.]"

He glanced at the location again and then clicked "Confirm".

A loading circle popped up on the screen and started spinning.

[Generating————]

Chen Zheng took the phone away from his eyes and took a step back.

Nothing happened.

There was no earthquake, no roar, no ground collapse, and not even the wind changed.

But the loading screen on the app kept spinning, one circle, two circles, three circles—

After spinning for about ten seconds, the loading circle stopped.

[Generation successful!]

The underground cavern has now connected to the current production base!

[Hint: The entrance to the connecting passage is located on the rock wall behind your current base. Please go and check it out.]

Chen Zheng put his phone in his pocket and walked deeper into the cave, until he reached the innermost rock wall.

The grayish-black basalt has a rough, angular surface, feels cool to the touch, and has a faint mineral smell.

But now, there is a hole in this rock face.

It is about two meters wide and two and a half meters high, and its color is darker than the surrounding rock walls.

He took out his phone, turned on the flashlight, and the orange beam of light cut into the opening, illuminating the inner wall of the passage.

The passage is shaped like a natural cave with uneven walls, but the ground is surprisingly flat, as if it had been compacted by something, with gravel and soil packed down.

He bent down and crawled inside.

The passage wasn't long; after walking for about two or three minutes, the path under our feet began to slope downwards. The slope wasn't steep, but we could feel ourselves going underground.

The air grew cooler and more humid, and fine water droplets began to appear on the cave walls, twinkling like stars in the flashlight beam.

After walking for about another minute or two, the passage turned a corner.

Then his vision suddenly cleared.

He raised his phone, turned the flashlight to its brightest setting, and spun around in place, the orange beam sweeping across the cave walls, ceiling, and floor.

The cave ceiling is very high, at least seven or eight meters high by sight, and even higher in some places, so high that even the beam of a flashlight cannot illuminate it clearly.

The ground was covered with a layer of fine sand, which felt soft and dry underfoot, with no standing water or mud.

"Damn it, if I hide here, I won't be afraid of being bombed anymore!"

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