Rebirth of the 1980s: The Military Industry Empire

In the southern suburbs of the capital, at a military airport, several figures stood at the end of the runway, waiting.

"This is a military airport, and normally outsiders aren't allowed in," Qin Yang said. "But since the seller is delivering the goods, I naturally had to find a good airport, apply for flight routes, and allow the transport plane from abroad to land here."

"Thank you, President Qin. Coordinating these matters must have cost a lot of money, right? Rest assured, we'll cover the expenses!" Sergio said.

On the tarmac nearby were rows of fighter jets. This was a dedicated military airport, and it was near the capital of the Orient. Just how much capability did one need to coordinate access here!

President Qin is truly amazing! And so efficient in his work!

Sergio had sought help from President Qin the day before yesterday, and yesterday he received a reply saying that they had agreed. With Fangbei Company as guarantor, the client could send the Flying Fish missiles over first for the transaction in the Orient.

"Forget it, you should save the money for the upcoming war. Coordination mainly relies on connections. In the Orient, my connections, Qin Yang's, are definitely the strongest! It's just a matter of a few phone calls. It's nothing here. By the way, is the money okay?"

Sergio looked at the briefcase carried by the assistant behind him: "Of course, no problem. As the client requested, it's all cash."

Upon learning that the seller was willing to sell the Flying Fish missiles, Sergio immediately contacted his country. After several twists and turns, he finally managed to have the cash sent over from abroad this morning.

Fortunately, there are currently no restrictions on the amount of foreign currency individuals can carry into the country. Even so, Qin Yang had made arrangements in advance.

"Actually, international bank transfers are more convenient. I don't know why the seller insists on cash," Sergio said.

"I wouldn't know about that," Qin Yang shook his head.

Wasn't it obvious? It was entirely to avoid risk. If they used normal international bank transfer channels, there would be a transaction record. If Argentina suddenly had Flying Fish missiles in the future, and an investigation revealed that five million US dollars had flowed into the account of Factory 960 during the relevant period, it would be easy to guess what happened.

Arms dealers doing private deals certainly used cash transactions. What was so difficult to understand about that? It's just that the other party probably had a hard time raising the money.

As they were talking, a roar sounded in the distance. A transport plane flew over.

Four engines, high-mounted wings. Just by the looks of it, you could tell it was a proper military aircraft. Ma Zengbin, the base director who was accompanying them, said, "It's an An-12 transport plane from the Iraqi Air Force! However, for secrecy, they've removed the markings from the fuselage. Due to insufficient range, they also stopped in Lao Ba for refueling."

What An-12? It was actually a genuine Yun-8, a domestically produced copy by Shaanxi Aircraft Corporation. However, Sergio and his assistant had never seen one before, so they certainly wouldn't be suspicious.

The only loophole was that this kind of military aircraft flying into the country didn't have fighter escorts! Qin Yang had discussed this with Old Lin last night, but ultimately gave up: unwilling to waste the fuel!

The roar of the engines grew closer and closer. The plane lined up with the runway, lowered its landing gear, and landed almost in one smooth motion, showing that the pilot was skilled and seemed to land here often.

After taxiing to a stop, the plane was right in front of everyone.

The rear cargo door slowly opened, touching the ground to form a ramp. Two soldiers walked out from inside and stood guard on both sides of the ramp.

Sergio peered into the cargo hold through the open door, and his heart began to race.

Inside were some long wooden crates. Judging by the size, he knew they must be the launch containers for the Flying Fish missiles!

Five Flying Fish missiles, finally in hand!

Sergio couldn't hold back any longer. He stepped forward and walked onto the platform. His assistant followed behind him, walking up together.

"No, you can't go up!" A sentry stopped him, speaking in a gibberish language he couldn't understand, but the body language was very clear.

"President Qin, this…" Sergio looked at Qin Yang with a pleading gaze.

"Don't worry." Qin Yang looked at the third person coming out from inside and waved: "Sayid, my friend! We meet again!"

"Yes, Qin, we meet again!"

With the sound of his voice, the person running out from inside was already in front of Qin Yang, opening his arms for a hug.

The two knew each other? It would be easy to handle if they knew each other!

"Sayid, can we take a look at the missiles first?" Sergio asked. Everyone spoke English, so communication was not a problem.

"Of course, but… where's the money?"

"Okay, let me show you the money!" They were all friends, yet he was still so cautious, showing no respect!

"Of course."

Sergio and his assistant walked up with excited steps, came to the side of the crate, and looked at the nameplate. Most of it was standard French letters, the only Latin letters were the production date.

"Not bad, all goods from last year. I just don't know if we can open it?" the assistant asked.

This thing couldn't be faked. Just based on these markings, you could tell they were genuine Flying Fish missiles. But it would be more reassuring to open it and take a look.

"Of course, you can open the packaging box and take a look. This batch of missiles was directly moved from our warehouse onto the plane. We can guarantee that they are all in factory condition. However, I recommend that you unpack them when you get back, because the missiles sealed in the packaging box will have a longer lifespan."

"Okay, I trust President Qin. Here's the money, I'll take the goods! I need to coordinate a special plane to transport them back."

"A special plane? No plane can fly directly to Argentina, after all, it's more than 20,000 kilometers. Transiting might alert others. It's best if you ship them back by sea. Anyway, the British are organizing an expeditionary force, and it will take a long time before they can set off. You have plenty of time to take this batch of missiles back. If you need a car, I can help you contact one. Military vehicles can escort you all the way to the dock. It seems like there's an Argentine cargo ship in our port recently."

"Okay," Sergio nodded.

The Yun-8 will also make an appearance later.