Hardcore crisis

Location: Armenia, border area with Azerbaijan north of Sisian.

Time: 5:45 p.m.

In the sprawling forest, a two-lane concrete road winds through the forest and extends to the endless national border. Having crossed the heavily guarded border, Neil was relieved.

Tensions have become increasingly intense in the Nagorno-Karabakh (Nagorno-Karabakh) region recently. Although the conflict between Armenia and Azerbaijan has not yet broken out, I heard in the past few days that the Armenian side killed four Azerbaijani soldiers who crossed the border. The conflict has almost On the verge of breaking out. Under such an unfavorable situation, logically speaking, Neil should not take over this order. However, the employer generously offered a commission of at least US$5,000, which Neil could not refuse. He needs to eat, and his newborn children need life even more. If the conflict really breaks out in the Nagorno-Karabakh region, then he will have to face a situation of no business for a long time, so this list becomes even more important.

After gritting his teeth and thinking about it, Neil finally took over the order.

Smart people never like nonsense. Neil, who has been on this road for a long time, would not ask questions even if he knew that his employer was not a simple person.

"How long will it take?" The bearded man sitting in the passenger seat looks to be at least forty-five or six years old. He is very strong and speaks Armenian with the taste of Hirak. He doesn't know why he came to this place. What to do.

"Twenty minutes away at most."

Neil replied.

"Are there any sentries ahead?" The bearded man asked in a low voice.

"There is still one."

"You should know what to do."

"Of course, I understand," Neil replied.

It was true as Neil said. The truck drove on the bumpy concrete road for about five minutes, and a sentry post appeared in front of them in their sight.

There were only three soldiers on guard duty, holding cigarettes and lazily carrying their rifles. They saw the truck slowly approaching. He waved his hand to signal the truck to stop.

"Neil?" The soldier who came forward saw Neil leaning out of the car window and said with a smile: "It's you bastard again, why are you still delivering goods now?"

"Yeah, you know, my daughter was just born."

"Oh. My God, I remember you already have three children, right?" The soldier was surprised.

"To be precise, including this time, there are five..."

Neil said helplessly: "My wife gave birth to twins for me."

"Then you are really unlucky."

"Who says it's not?" Neil smiled bitterly.

"I think the first thing you should do next time is to take protective measures."

The soldier laughed and said, "Otherwise if there are triplets next time, you might as well commit suicide."

"Take your advice to heart, soldier. Come on. American goods just arrived."

Throwing a pack of cigarettes to the soldier, Neil pointed to the bearded man next to him: "This is my friend, come over and help me check out the goods. There is no problem with my identity."

Glancing at the bearded soldier, the soldier turned back with a cigarette and waved his hand: "Let him go."

The lifting rod gradually rises. Neil hit the accelerator and the truck passed quickly.

The bearded man slowly let go of his right hand on his waist and looked straight at the road ahead, watching the journey that had lasted for more than ten minutes. An abandoned oil refinery appeared in front of his eyes in the distance. This refinery, built during the Soviet period, has been abandoned for more than thirty years. Since no one has visited it for a long time, many places are covered with various weeds.

Not to mention those towering tower equipment, heating furnaces, compressors and various pumps. The appearance is full of rust and broken holes, and they are not even worth recycling.

"Chichi..."

The truck after Neal hit the brakes. After staying in the open space full of gravel, we finally arrived at the destination of this trip.

"Is this enough?"

Neil asked.

"Okay, this is the commission for this time."

Taking out a wad of bills, the bearded man handed it to Neil and said, "Do you need to wait a little longer? If you are willing to send us back..."

"Need to send it back? This was not explained in advance." Neil said dissatisfied.

"I'm sorry, so the commission is ten thousand dollars."

"Ten thousand dollars?" Neil was surprised and hesitated. He should have left here immediately, but he didn't expect that the other party actually offered such a high commission price. The money was enough to keep him busy for several months, and now it was as easy as sending them here to agree to send them back. So should we agree to it?

"This is a deposit of five thousand dollars."

While Neil was still hesitating, the bearded man actually took out a wad of bills and stuffed them into Neil's arms. The banknotes, which were about the same thickness as before, made Neil, who was still hesitant, immediately make up his mind.

"Okay, then I hope you can hurry up." Neil quickly stuffed the banknotes into his arms and agreed.

Smiling, the bearded man opened the car door and walked out without answering Neil's words.

When he came to the back of the truck, he opened the door and looked at the eight strong men squatting in the back compartment.

"We've arrived."

At the end of the sentence, the eight strong men squatting in the car jumped out of the car one after another with weapons in hand. Two of them got off the car last with silver portable password boxes.

"Is it time?"

"It'll take a while."

The bearded man lowered his head and looked at his watch. It was exactly 6:06 in the afternoon, a few minutes away from the agreed 6:10.

The rest of the people spread out according to the directions and took advantageous positions. Two of them went up to the refinery tower and observed the entire refinery from a high altitude to guard against other problems that might arise.

The other party was quite punctual in keeping with the time.

Half a minute before the agreed time, three black Hummers drove in from the other direction of the refinery and slowly parked next to the truck.

Neil sat in the driver's seat of the truck, chewing gum and trying to avoid making eye contact with the group of people preparing to trade. Although he has transported prohibited weapons and prohibited equipment many times for more than ten years, this was the first time he saw the transaction site, and he couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

Those bearded people came from Azerbaijan, but came here to trade. They didn’t look like the official transporters of banned equipment, so who were they?

No matter how curious he was, Neil could avoid asking about things he shouldn't ask.

But just in case, he touched a few guns under the leather pad. When necessary, these were important things that could ensure that his interests were not damaged.

Obviously, neither party can completely trust the other party in this kind of transaction. Just like the bearded man, most of the people who got out of the Humvee were fully armed, and it was normal to hold common weapons like AK.

The bearded man didn't care about this. He stared at the man wearing sunglasses who got out of the car. When he came to him, he asked: "Did you bring the things?"

"certainly."

The man in sunglasses motioned to the person next to him, and after a while someone brought the thing over. It was a box that was twice as big as the portable password box. It was placed on the container and the bearded man walked over to check it out.

From Neil's point of view, he didn't know what it was, but the bearded man spoke to the earphones in his ears for a while, as if confirming something, raised his head and mumbled a few words, and naturally someone put the suitcase on it. Open.

Compared to the angle where it was blocked by people, the suitcase here happened to be unblocked, so Neil could see it at a glance. There were actually stacks of US dollars in the suitcase. Looking at the thickness, it was at least a hundred dollars. More than ten thousand.

What kind of deal is this? It’s over one million US dollars?

His pupils tightened, and Neil couldn't help but pause while chewing gum. The money was enough to buy a large number of individual weapons and equipment to support a low-firepower street battle in a corner of the city. There was no pressure, especially with this weapon. In the intertwined areas of Georgia, Armenia, and Azerbaijan, this money can obviously buy more arms.

Neil was secretly stunned. He had never seen so much cash in his life. If only this money was his own, then he would never do this money-making thing again and immediately go home to retire and enjoy his family. of warmth.

It's a pity after all. There were at least twenty armed men on site, and he didn't have the ability to snatch food from a tiger's mouth.

Just as Neil sighed, there was a "pop", and the man in sunglasses suddenly had blood on his head and fell to the ground without a sound. (To be continued ~^~)

PS: Hey, you book friends are too imaginative. In fact, it is a very normal transaction. Please don’t get me wrong.