Soviet Union 1991

The war in Iraq did not stop as time went by. Instead, it became more intense. In the desert-filled Middle East, T72 tanks burned to black can be seen everywhere, and black bones were too late to climb out of the cockpit. ~, the ruins after the war, and the refugee groups who moved south to escape the war.

Several SUVs were crossing the road quickly, surrounded by armed pickup trucks equipped with 7.62-caliber machine guns. From the perspective of the refugees, this was a very threatening small force. The ragged refugees walking on the road cast curious glances at these cars, and some stared at these heavily armed guys with vigilance, fearing that they would suddenly shoot at them.

"It seems that these refugees regard us as Saddam's execution squad. In the past, armed personnel of Saddam's execution squad often took advantage of the war to execute Shiite refugees in war-torn areas. This is not surprising. Here But in Iraq, there is no law, no order, only countless rifles and black gold.”

The guard holding a Kalashnikov rifle introduced the current situation in Iraq to the middle-aged man in a suit beside him. He tried his best to explain the current situation in Iraq in words that the other party could understand, "Saddam's Republican Guard, Kurds, Sunni militia forces, and Shia armed forces have divided the entire Iraq into more than a dozen large and small pieces. In the base area, coupled with the US military fighting the government forces on the front line, the situation in Iraq is now a puddle of muddy water. It is said that even the forces supported by the Soviet Union have been involved. Iraq is now a veritable powder keg in the Middle East. "

Perhaps because he didn't like the other party's noise in his ears, the man in a suit twisted his tie, turned his head and asked, "Is Ankara Province now in the hands of the Sunni armed forces?"

"Yes, and it is also an area with the strongest resistance to the American army." The burly guard replied, "Americans are not a popular term here. It is best to speak Arabic, otherwise you will end up in trouble. The fate of others. People are executed every day, but not everyone can be on CNN news.”

In fact, the guards were also curious about why such a CIA person suddenly appeared in a troubled area. The only thing he knew clearly was that the casualties indirectly caused by this man would never be less than the massacre of Shiites by Sunnis.

The middle-aged man frowned, scratched his thin Mediterranean hair, and began to think about how to conduct arms trade in a place where Sunnis gathered. The CIA had previously wanted to open up arms sales channels in various conflict areas around the world. Unfortunately, they had a strong opponent, the Soviet Arms Export Foreign Trade Company.

For those who only know the name. The CIA also made great efforts to investigate the mysterious department whose organization and personnel were kept secret, but the results were disappointing to the CIA. Apart from knowing that a certain internationally active death merchant was their core figure, nothing else was found.

Merchant of Death.

Thinking of this name, the middle-aged man's hands on his knees tightened his grip on his pants. The CIA originally wanted to support the opposition through arms sales. One of the reasons why the change in Mozambique failed is because this man grabbed the opportunity earlier. By the time the CIA actually took action, there was no chance. The reason why the United States' gray arms sales have been suppressed by the Soviet Union over the years is largely due to the existence of this person.

The middle-aged man raised his head with a fierce look in his eyes. Since the fall of CIA Director Deutsch, the U.S. intelligence community has gradually shown a disorganized attitude. The agents and intelligence personnel who were recalled to the country and reassigned have obviously lost their original loyalty, although they were not aware that they were in the CIA. What kind of torture they suffered in the interrogation room, but what is certain is that the U.S. intelligence service is now a loose place that uses privileges to make extra money.

So he went to the top brass at the CIA. And he prepared a win-win plan for them. Through the CIA's local intelligence network, he, an international arms dealer, sold arms in Iraq, and the huge profits afterwards were divided between the two parties. Obviously, such a high-risk, high-reward plan impressed the leader who was frustrated with the CIA, and it also provided guarantee for him to implement the plan.

"Sir, we are here." The attendant turned to him and said, "Have you seen the village in front? That is where the Sunni elders gather. If you want to do business, you can only go to them. With all due respect, these They're not easy to mess with, I don't know what deal the CIA has with them, but these people only see Americans for one thing."

"That's killing." The team leader beside him added the last word to the co-pilot.

The arms dealer in suits and ties looked over, following the fingers of the paramilitary personnel. A group of heavily armed guys were coming out from behind the wall. The Arab kerchiefs on their heads only exposed a pair of eyes, but judging from the number of people. Far more than the group of mercenaries escorting the arms dealers.

"Let's go."

He opened the car door, and the others got out of the car with the protected counterparty. When standing on the hot desert loess, he had a particularly absurd feeling. Trading with enemies of the U.S. military was considered an act of treason against the enemy. ? But the CIA, which is now facing both economic and religious difficulties, doesn't care about this. Now that they have fallen out of favor with the president, they are left to fend for themselves.

"Welcome our American friends who have come from afar, and thank you for lending a helping hand during the country's most critical moment." The leader of the tribe, leaning on a wooden staff, saluted the group. But he stared greedily at the other person's suitcase, and the contents inside were what he cared about most.

Tarabal, the target of this transaction, is also the CIA's best customer for selling arms. Although he opposes the invasion of the US military without any reservation, the CIA quietly conducts secret trade with him behind the scenes to maintain the CIA's funding in Iraq. Insufficient condition.

"This time we have brought a new batch of arms to the freedom fighters. Of course, the transaction location is still the same as before. After receiving the money, we will naturally pay you the fire."

"If you are a friend of the CIA, of course we welcome you. But there is one thing I don't understand." Tarabal put his hand into his pocket, suddenly took out a pistol and pointed it at the arms dealer's head.

"But can you explain to me, where are the CIA personnel who traded with me before? Were they evaporated or killed by you. Have you forgotten the additional content of previous transactions with the CIA? It must be done by the CIA. Agents deal with us, not through unsafe third-party arms dealers."

The arms dealer's guards pointed their guns at these people the moment the other party raised their guns. They were here to protect the middle-aged man in front of them. If something happened to the other party, they couldn't go back and explain. However, the middle-aged man did not seem to be afraid of the other party's threats at all. He took off his sunglasses, looked at the elder who was slightly shorter than him, and said unhurriedly, "He is dead, otherwise the CIA will not replace him." If I engage in this bullshit transaction of money and goods in another place with you, you can choose to terminate the transaction or kill me here. This is your choice, but I think it is necessary to emphasize to you the consequences you have to bear. "

"Of course you can kill me and my teammates, take away our firearms, and do these things, but don't forget that my boss behind the scenes is the CIA, which is an organization more terrifying and vengeful than any terrorist organization. Our boss has always pursued a fierce pursuit of lost funds. Can your Sunni armed forces be able to withstand the next several rounds of bombings and air strikes? Maybe your every move is under the surveillance of the CIA. "

"Of course, it doesn't matter if you choose to refuse. After all, we have other cooperation partners, such as the Shia armed forces. Think about it, if they take control of the country's armed forces, what will be the final fate of the Sunnis? Previous Explosions, assassinations, assassinations, they will deal with you one by one, right?"

When he said this to himself, Elder Tarabal's expression changed. He asked the people around him to put down their guns to show his friendliness. The man in front of me was as scary as a demon in a suit.

"Who are you?" Tarabal's voice was trembling.

The middle-aged man looked at the other person in a condescending manner and said without any emotion.

"Simian Wise." (To be continued.)