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

Chapter 81 I will never sell smiles!

The convoy proceeded to Zahle according to the planned route.

Chen Zheng was sitting in the passenger seat of the middle pickup truck, with the window rolled down halfway.

He had traveled this gravel road from the Beka Valley to Zahle countless times, so he shouldn't be nervous.

But today is different. The train is loaded with goods worth millions of dollars, so it's definitely not a scam.

Robbery is a traditional virtue in the Middle East!

Amir himself said that after driving out his uncle, he would seize the land, become king, and then a bandit.

Liu Yang's voice came through the walkie-talkie: "Lead vehicle report: no abnormalities ahead, good visibility, smooth road surface, maintain current speed."

"receive."

Gao Fei picked up the walkie-talkie, pressed the call button, and said, "Attention everyone, squad leaders, pay attention to both sides, maintain the alert formation, and keep the distance unchanged."

Chen Zheng glanced at the pickup truck behind him in the rearview mirror.

Four guards sat in the back of the wagon, their faces covered with checkered headscarves, only their eyes showing.

One of them looked to be in his early twenties, holding an AKM. His eyes kept darting left and right like an alert owl, but he looked very nervous.

"hooligan,"

Do you think this group can hold out?

Gao Fei thought for a moment, "The foundation is not bad. Some of them have served in the government army before, and their tactical movements are fairly standard. They just lack actual combat experience. It's normal to be nervous on this kind of mission for the first time. They'll get used to it after a few more trips."

"That's good."

Chen Zheng took a bottle of mineral water from the car door storage compartment, unscrewed the cap and took a sip. "Give them extra food when we get back. They did a good job today. Also, separate them into field staff and internal security personnel as soon as possible."

Gao Fei responded.

The convoy slowed down at a three-way intersection.

Liu Yang's voice came through the walkie-talkie: "We've spotted a parked pickup truck ahead. The cargo bed is covered with a tarpaulin, so we can't see what's inside. There are two people sitting in the truck, smoking by the roadside."

Gao Fei picked up the walkie-talkie: "Slow down and proceed, don't stop, stay alert, if the other side makes any unusual movements, open fire immediately."

The four pickup trucks slowed down simultaneously, from 60 mph to 40 mph.

Chen Zheng looked out the car window.

The pickup truck was a white Toyota Hilux, covered in dust, with a crack in the windshield.

The truck bed was covered with a tarpaulin, which was bulging and made it impossible to see what was inside.

Two men squatted beside the car, their eyes scanning the convoy several times.

"They seem very nervous," Gao Fei said.

Chen Zheng squinted. "It has nothing to do with us. In the Middle East, there is no shortage of criminals."

"Including us?"

Chen Zheng coughed, "It's just that it's not legally permitted. What the hell is the law? I've prayed to Allah since I came to the Middle East. Do you think they can compare to me?"

Ah yes, yes, yes, Chen Zheng is absolutely right~

Liu Yang's voice came through the walkie-talkie: "Passed, no abnormalities, continue."

The convoy picked up speed again, the roar of diesel engines echoing across the open fields.

The rest of the journey went relatively smoothly.

They encountered two checkpoints along the way. The soldiers at the milk tea shop saw the pass Chen Zheng handed over, flipped through a couple of pages, and returned it without even letting him roll down the car window.

This pass was obtained from Assam; while it doesn't grant unrestricted access in the Bekaa Valley, it allows for virtually unimpeded movement.

One young soldier glanced curiously at the truck bed a couple more times, only to be slapped on the back of the head by the lieutenant in charge, who then shrank back to his original position.

Chen Zheng handed two packs of cigarettes out the car window. The lieutenant smiled, took them, stuffed them into his pocket, and waved to the convoy.

As the outline of Zahle's city came into view, Chen Zheng let out a long breath, took out his phone from his pocket, found Elfro's number, and dialed it.

I answered the phone after it rang twice.

"Mr. Elfro, I've arrived. Where are you?"

"Mr. Bruce, I've arrived too."

Chen Zheng glanced out the window, then looked back and said into the phone, "Go south along the main road. After you pass the Shell gas station, drive for about a kilometer. There's a fork in the road on your right. At the fork, there's an abandoned tire shop. Walk about 300 meters into that shop, and there's a tin warehouse. I'll be waiting for you there."

"Okay!" Elfro said and hung up the phone.

Chen Zheng took the phone away from his ear, put it back in his pocket, and turned to look at Gao Fei: "Drive faster, let's get to the warehouse first."

Gao Fei nodded, pressed the accelerator harder, and the pickup truck picked up speed.

The convoy passed through the city and turned onto the main road in the south of the city.

A red Shell gas station sign appeared ahead. Last time I visited, there were no armed personnel at this gas station, but this time, there were two pickup trucks with heavy machine guns on them.

Is the situation in Zahle also not right?

This is the Beka Valley!

The convoy turned onto a side road and drove about 300 meters in when a metal warehouse appeared on the right.

The corrugated iron exterior was painted gray, but most of it had peeled off, revealing mottled rust underneath.

The main gate consisted of two sliding iron doors, one on each side, with several iron rings welded onto them for securing chains.

Gao Fei parked the pickup truck at the warehouse entrance and shouted to the guards, "First squad, guard the intersections. If you see any strangers approaching, warn them first. If they don't listen, shoot!"

The guards whose names were called responded and dispersed.

The warehouse looks bigger inside than it does from the outside.

The room was empty, with nothing in it except a thick layer of dust on the floor, a few empty oil drums in the corner, and a pile of cardboard left over from who-knows-when, which was moldy and gave off a damp, musty smell.

"Damn it, what kind of place did Assam choose?"

Gao Fei walked in and walked around the warehouse. He kicked the pile of cardboard, which scattered and kicked up a cloud of dust.

He frowned, coughed twice, took a few steps back, looked up at the ceiling, then looked down at the ground. "Bring the goods in!"

"Would you like to scan it?"

"Sweep up the jb, no problem, just move it!"

The guards responded, walked to the back of the truck, untied the ropes, and lifted the canvas.

He took out his phone, glanced at the time, and then shouted to Gao Fei, "Hurry up, the guests are almost here."

Gao Fei nodded, turned around and shouted at the guards, his voice echoing in the empty warehouse: "Hurry up, don't dawdle!"

The guards moved noticeably faster.

Less than 20 minutes later, all the wooden crates were moved into the warehouse and stacked neatly in three layers along the inner wall.

Gao Fei held a list and counted the boxes one by one, checking the quantity markings on the boxes. "75 boxes, not a single one missing."

Chen Zheng grunted, put the cigarette in his mouth, turned and walked to the warehouse entrance, glancing towards the fork in the road. "This guy's never punctual, is he?"

"I hate doing business with customers like this!"

Before he could finish speaking, the guard's voice came through the walkie-talkie.

"Boss, four vehicles have arrived: a black Mercedes, two pickup trucks, and a large truck following behind."

Gao Fei glanced at Chen Zheng.

Chen Zheng nodded.

"Let it in."

"receive".

A short while later, the convoy arrived.

The black Mercedes that led the way stopped at the warehouse entrance.

Chen Zheng strode forward, extending his right hand, his smile already on full display, a few wrinkles appearing at the corners of his eyes, and his lips stretched to the perfect angle.

He yanked open the back door, bending slightly at the waist, his left hand blocking the top of the door frame.

"Mr. Elfro! Welcome, welcome! You must be tired from your journey!"

The moment the car door opened, his smile froze for a fraction of a second.

A young man sat in the back seat. He had a thin face, high cheekbones, slightly sunken eyes, and a small, neatly trimmed beard on his chin.

But that's not the key point.

The key point is that the young man didn't get out of the back seat; he opened the car door himself from the other side.

Chen Zheng opened the door wide.

Mr. Chen reacted even faster than he did when he was scrambling for a parking space in Huaqiangbei.

He straightened up, his smile never faltering for even half a second, and even grew brighter. He strode forward, reaching out with both hands to grasp the young man's right hand.

"Mr. Elfro! You are young and promising! I knew the moment I saw you that the person Mr. Saif sent was no ordinary person, and indeed he was. You are truly a young talent!"

His voice was as warm as if he were reuniting with a long-lost brother.

The young man's lips twitched slightly, but he quickly suppressed it, and his expression changed from slight surprise to a polite smile.

"Mr. Bruce?"

"It's me, it's me, it's definitely me." Chen Zheng released his hand, turned to the side and gestured for him to enter, then pointed towards the warehouse with his other hand. "You must be tired from your journey, how about we take a look at the goods first?"

Elfro nodded.

Chen Zheng led him into the warehouse, walking at a leisurely pace, half a step to his right.

The warehouse was much dimmer than outside, but not to the point where the lights needed to be turned on. Sunlight streamed in through the doorway and a few broken skylights on the roof, casting patches of light on the ground.

The 75 wooden crates were stacked against the inner wall, three layers high, neatly arranged, like a low wall.

"Mosquito Type 1, 1000 units, 20 units per box, 50 boxes in total."

Chen Zheng walked to the front of the wooden crates, patted the topmost crate, and slapped his palm on the solid wood, making a dull "thump" sound, but the crate did not budge.

"Mosquito Type 2, 500 units, 20 units per box, 25 boxes in total."

"All as Mr. Saif requested: $800 per Mosquito 1, $2,000 per Mosquito 2, totaling 1500 units, for a total price of $1.8 million."

Elfro looked at Chen Zheng.

"Can I open it and take a look?"

"Of course." Chen Zheng turned to Gao Fei and shouted, "Open a case of Mosquito 2."

Gao Fei nodded, pulled a folding knife from the tool sheath at his waist, walked to the middle stack of wooden crates, squatted down, and cut the packing strap on the top crate.

The blade sliced ​​through the plastic packing strap with a "hiss" sound, and the strap snapped open, breaking in two and falling to the ground.

Gao Fei put the knife away and used a crowbar to pry open the box lid. The lid of the wooden box was pried open, making a creaking sound as the wood fibers were torn.

The lid was lifted, revealing the neatly stacked white bodies inside.

The adjacent accessory compartment contains the matching remote control, batteries, charging cable, and spare propellers.

There was no instruction manual.

The instruction manual for this thing costs extra!

Paper is free, isn't it?

Would Chen Zheng really be so generous?

Chen Zheng bent down, took out a Mosquito 2 from the box, held it in his palm, and held it up in front of Elfro.

It's a bit heavier than before, but it still feels light in your hand. The body is made of KT board and feels like foam, so it's not much different from holding a toy.

"Mr. Elfro, do you know Assef Shokat?"

Elfro raised an eyebrow, signaling him to continue.

"The Syrian Army's Deputy Chief of Staff, the son-in-law of old Assad." Chen Zheng raised the drone higher. "This thing killed them."

Chen Zheng: "It's still using the Mosquito 1, the old model, with a payload of only 60 grams, less than the weight of a hand grenade. If it flies over and crashes into you, you're gone. The third-generation core, the Syrian Celestial Dragon, is gone just like that."

"Mosquito 2, weighing 200 grams, with image transmission and GPS. You sit in front of the screen, just like playing a game, align the crosshairs with the target, press a button, and it flies over."

"Even idiots who played it said it was great!"

Elfro took the Mosquito 2 from Chen Zheng.

"How do I operate it? Can you demonstrate?"

Chen Zheng turned around and called out, "Liu Yang!"

Liu Yang held a modified remote control in his hand. It had a white plastic casing and an antenna that was half a meter long.

The remote control panel has a few more toggle switches and a small screen than the Mosquito 1. The screen is only the size of a palm and displays the GPS signal strength and battery level.

Gao Fei took out another Mosquito 2 drone from the box, walked to the open space at the warehouse entrance, placed the drone on the ground, and pointed the nose of the drone at a distant direction.

Liu Yang squatted down and plugged the battery into the interface on the device. With a crisp "click", the battery level on the remote control screen was full, and the GPS signal jumped from zero bars to three bars, and then to five bars.

"GPS locked".

Buzzing—

The propellers began to spin, and the sound gradually increased in speed, changing from a low hum to a sharp hiss.

Liu Yang pushed the throttle with his left hand, and the drone rose steadily from the ground, hovering two meters in the air. The fuselage remained motionless, and the four propellers reflected halos of light in the sunlight.

"GPS hover mode: when you release the joystick, it will automatically stay in place without human intervention."

Liu Yang released the right joystick, and the drone indeed hovered steadily in mid-air.

He pushed the drone forward with his right hand. It flew slowly but steadily, with its nose slightly down. It drew a neat circle in the open space in front of the warehouse before flying back and hovering in front of Liu Yang.

"The image transmission signal is normal."

Liu Yang glanced down at the small screen on the remote control. The screen displayed footage captured by the drone's camera. Although the resolution was low, he could make out the general outlines of the vehicles at the warehouse entrance and the green of the olive grove in the distance.

A screen that costs only a few dollars—you're lucky if you can even see it!

Elfro stood at the doorway, squinting, his gaze shifting from the landed drone to Chen Zheng.

"If this were used to attack a target in urban warfare, how many people would be needed to operate it?"

Chen Zheng's eyes lit up.

"one person."

Chen Zheng held up one finger, "One person, one remote control, and I can give you a miracle!"

"What if there's electronic interference from the other side?"

"The Mosquito 2 uses both GPS and inertial navigation. If the GPS is interfered with, it will automatically switch to inertial navigation, which will reduce the accuracy a little. However, an error of a dozen meters is not a problem for a 200-gram warhead. If all else fails, it can be flown visually, and the operator can manually correct the error while looking at the screen. It can still hit the target."

Elfro nodded, then pondered before asking, "Bruce, have you considered selling them in Europe?"

Chen Zheng was taken aback.

Europe?

Mr. Chen was completely dumbfounded: "Is Europe going to be at war again? World War III? Poland has been attacked again???"