Rebirth of the 1980s: The Military Industry Empire

Noodle Country's capital, a certain bar.

"What's going on? Why hasn't Director Qin arrived yet?" Fabio Schiavoni held a wine glass, swirling it skillfully, looking very relaxed, but his tone was extremely anxious.

"That's right, Director Qin promised us nicely that after verifying the correctness of the technical data, he would come to us to buy the radar," Brasi was also very impatient: "This is a big project worth 800 million lira! It's been more than a month, why hasn't he come yet?"

"Or, should we go find the Mafia again?"

Find them again? They had looked for them last time, and then they were detained, and they each paid 50,000 lira to get out. Their attitude clearly showed that they didn't know any Orientals!

"They are very cautious in their work. They should have single-line contact. They may not even have heard of Director Qin. It's useless for us to go. They don't know anything," Brasi shook his head repeatedly: "I don't want to go again. Is it because the current Frank Islands War is holding Director Qin back?"

"What does it have to do with him? ... I think we should forget it. We've waited for him for more than a month, which is enough. Next, we must look for new buyers," Schiavoni said.

"New buyers?"

"Yes, you know, I have a good friend, Giuseppe Ballestrelli, whom I met when I was in the civil aviation system. He works in the naval public relations department and has extensive contacts and channels. He can definitely help us sell the stuff," Schiavoni said.

"No, no, Director Qin said that this person is unreliable." Hearing Schiavoni's plan, Brasi immediately shook his head: "What if he sells us out?"

"Director Qin said that? Director Qin also said that he would come back as soon as possible to buy 800 million lira worth of technical data. This Director Qin is unreliable!" Schiavoni said: "Brasi, think about it, Ballestrelli helps us introduce a buyer, and we can give him a large sum of money. Why would he betray us?"

"Okay," Brasi said: "But you have to be careful and don't reveal too many secrets to him."

"I will. This time we want one billion lira. We will definitely get it!" Schiavoni raised his head and drank the wine in one gulp: "I'm going to find him now."

That night, a bar near the naval public relations department.

"What did you say?" Giuseppe Ballestrelli was surprised when he heard Schiavoni's words: "You got the latest anti-aircraft radar blueprints?"

"Yes. Giuseppe, you won't report my affairs to the Security Operations Intelligence Agency, will you?" Schiavoni asked.

"Of course not, I swear to God! I am willing to help contact buyers and can get a benefit fee of 100 million lira. But I have a question. You are not from Selenia Company. How could you have this radar's technical data? They have specialized deployments, and each person only masters a part of the technology. Could it be that you have a relationship with the chief designer?"

"No, I found Francesco Brasi, an engineer from Selenia Company. He helped contact six radar engineers, each of whom only mastered a part, and then they pieced together a complete design drawing. Please rest assured, our data is complete."

"Which six people?" Ballestrelli felt his heart beating wildly, but he tried to remain calm: "You also know that I have to investigate. Only if I know that they actually exist in Selenia Company can I believe that the radar blueprints in your hands are real."

"Of course it's real, how can it be fake? But it's okay to tell you, we pay attention to integrity in this kind of business," Schiavoni said: "These six people are..."

Schiavoni is simply the most naive intelligence peddler in the world. It would be a miracle if he could succeed in reselling technical data. Last time, he was successful thanks to Director Qin's discerning eye. This time, he will definitely fail.

The two came out of the bar, and Ballestrelli patted his chest to guarantee: "Don't worry, Fabio, I will contact you after I go back. Within a week, I will be able to find you a buyer. One billion lira, I can get a benefit fee of 100 million lira!"

"Of course, we are friends, how can we treat you badly?" Schiavoni was very happy. This way, he would get 900 million, which is more cost-effective than selling to Director Qin from the East!

The two parted ways, and Ballestrelli drove straight to the naval internal counter-espionage agency: the Naval Security Operations Intelligence Agency.

In bed, his wife was shivering.

Bang!

The door was kicked open directly. Brasi looked in surprise at the murderous people who came in from outside. Wait, where have I seen them before?

A burly man in a leather jacket with a tattoo on his arm and a pistol hanging from his waist. These people are the ones who contacted him in the first place!

"Brasi, if you don't want to spend the rest of your life in prison, leave with us immediately."

"Prison?"

"That's right, the foolish Schiavoni found Ballestrelli. Now the Naval Security Operations Intelligence Agency has treated your case as the most important case in the country. We are only one step ahead of them. If you don't come with us, then wait for another group of people to pick you up."

"Okay, I'll go with you." Brasi made up his mind.

"Where are the things?"

"What things?"

"Those film reels. As long as the Naval Security Operations Intelligence Agency can't get the film reels, they won't be able to convict Schiavoni, and you won't be wanted. We need to take those things away together."

"Okay, I'll take you to get them, in a garage in the suburbs."

Several people left quickly. Looking at the panicked woman, the burly man said: "Remember, if anyone asks you next, just say that Brasi was taken away by the Mafia, and you don't know anything else!"

This was a busy night. When the eastern sky was slightly white, Brasi and his six companions, as well as all the boxes containing the film reels, were on a yacht. The sun appeared on the left side of the舷, indicating that they were sailing south.

Although Brasi was still in shock, his mind was already able to think: Was his choice right? Were these people deceiving him?

Seeming to know what he was thinking, the burly man said: "This time we left in a hurry. Our companions who stayed behind will take pictures of what happens next and send them over, and your family members will also write letters.

If we are lucky, we can also see some newspapers, overwhelmingly introducing this spy case."

"You are not the Mafia! Who are you?" Brasi suddenly reacted. No wonder he was extorted for money when he went to the Mafia to find Director Qin. These people have nothing to do with the Mafia!

"We are the people who can save you."

"Sent by Director Qin?"

"Director Qin entrusted us to take care of your safety and rescue you at a critical time. After all, if you are exposed, then Director Qin will also be exposed."

"Why didn't Director Qin come?" Brasi was a little anxious: "Director Qin promised to come and buy the radar blueprints from us!"

"I don't know either. If I'm not mistaken, those things last time should have just arrived in the East. Why are you in such a hurry!"

What? Just arrived?