When you are rich, there is Rheinmetall; when you are poor, there is Rheinsteel!

"These people are sleeping like dead pigs. Should we stab them now?"

"Don't meddle!" Montes pointed to the box next to him and warned: "Take the gold away and replace it with brass."

"I am looking forward to what these people will look like when they find that the boxes are full of brass after they have worked so hard to transport these boxes back?"

A dozen CIA people took more than half an hour to move all the gold and replace the gold with brass, 25 kilograms at a time.

Kendall was about to catch up when Montes' gun was against his head: "The plan has changed. We are going to see who these people who come to trade are."

"So I still need to wrong you. Go back and lie down."

Under the threat of the gun, Kendall reluctantly lay on the carpet, wrapped in clothes, and forced himself to sleep.

Then, he was awakened by a noise, and when he opened his eyes, he found that it was Mendoza who was scolding the sentry.

The box next to him was open, and the "gold" in the box was shiny and very beautiful.

After checking all the boxes and reconfirming the weight, Mendoza breathed a sigh of relief, then picked up the phone and waited for the transaction information.

Time did not make him wait for too long, and soon he received a message from Luo Ping.

[The transaction can start! ]

After reading the message for a while, he turned around and sent the transaction location back again.

[Warehouse No. 122, Modrinan Street! ]

After sending the message, he took people to move all the boxes in the room to the pickup truck in the yard, and then divided the people into two groups, one group and he were responsible for entering the transaction, and the other group stayed outside to coordinate.

The warehouse for the transaction was not far from the villa where they were hiding. The straight-line distance was less than 700 meters. Even if the detour was included, it was only a few hundred meters longer.

After waiting in the warehouse for a while, Mendoza saw three pickup trucks driving towards the warehouse.

The first pickup truck was pulling 6 people, the second pickup truck was a diesel generator, and the third pickup truck looked like a furnace and some molds.

Seeing these people, Mendoza opened the warehouse door, put the pickup truck into the warehouse, and then closed the warehouse door again.

He walked to the first car, naturally stretched out his right hand, and said in Arabic with a smile: "I am Mendoza. Excuse me, are you Mr. Lin's people?"

However, when Luo Ping pushed open the door of the cab and got out of the car.

His eyes couldn't help but flash again.

This...

American?

But soon, Luo Ping's pure Mandarin dispelled his doubts:

"You can call me Eagle. I am the person responsible for receiving gold this time. These are my team members next to me."

"In order to make the transaction smooth, I specially asked someone to buy a diesel engine and a high-frequency furnace."

"You shouldn't mind, right?"

"No mind! Please!" Mendoza generously made way and showed the box next to him in front of Luo Ping.

Seeing his generosity, Luo Ping didn't say much, and asked someone to move the diesel engine off the pickup truck, start it, and connect the high-frequency furnace.

Recalling the details Lin Yu had told him, Luo Ping lifted a 25-kilogram piece of gold with both hands and carefully placed it in the crucible of the high-frequency furnace.

The electric furnace started and ran very harmoniously.

So, the people on both sides naturally relaxed, stood together, and communicated with each other.

Very naturally.

However, as the temperature slowly rose, Luo Ping's smile slowly stretched.

The principle of the high-frequency furnace is to use electromagnetic induction heating to allow the high-frequency current to generate a strong magnetic flux with instantaneous polarity changes in the coil. When the heated object such as metal is placed in the coil, the magnetic flux will penetrate the entire heated object.

Gold, the 79th element in the periodic table, has a melting point of 1064.43℃ and is born from the collision of neutron stars.

The gold on the earth comes from the collision of neutron stars in the universe. It has been deposited on the earth little by little after a long time and with the activities of the universe.

Of course, gold can also be artificially made. You only need to remove a proton from the mercury atom of element 80 to get a gold atom.

According to the manufacturing ratio, about 1.3 tons of mercury can produce 744 grams of gold.

1.3 tons of 99.999% mercury, the price in the international market is about 23,000 US dollars.

744 grams of gold, converted into the American customary unit of ounces, is about 26.24 ounces, and calculated at 340 US dollars per ounce, it is about 8922.75 US dollars.

Blood profit!

The boss who sells mercury is making a lot of money!

In general, the common way to impersonate gold internationally is to use brass alloy.

Based on brass, aluminum and tin are added in a certain proportion to improve ductility, and finally zinc is added to improve color.

When these things are fully integrated together, an alloy with ductility, color, and weight roughly similar to gold can be obtained.

Polish the rough parts on the outside, and hold it in your hand, and the feel is almost the same as gold.

Even after being sprayed with a musket, you only need to throw it into the water to continue to be as bright as new.

But this alloy has a fatal weakness compared to gold.

That's the melting point.

The melting point of aluminum is 660.4°C.

The melting point of tin is 231.89°C.

The melting point of zinc is 419.53°C.

The melting point of copper is 1083.4°C.

The melting point of the final alloy will definitely be lower than that of brass, but the specific melting point will change depending on the additives.

After Lin Yu re-read the information he had memorized by rote before setting off, Luo Ping's eyes slowly locked on the high-frequency furnace panel in front of him.

On the red LCD panel, there is a very high temperature: 1050°C.

At this temperature, gold softens and becomes very soft, but it does not melt.

However, the "gold" in the high-frequency furnace melted!

Use pliers to hold the graphite crucible containing the "gold melt" and shake it gently, you can see the "gold" inside shaking desperately.

Pour the "gold" into the mold next to it, Luo Ping picked up the second piece of gold, expressionless, but carefully put the "gold" into the crucible.

The lid is closed, and the eyes fall on the temperature display of the high-frequency furnace.

When the temperature reached 1000°C, Luo Ping opened the lid.

A pot of red molten metal liquid has appeared in a crucible as thick as two adult fists.

Put on cloth gloves, skillfully use pliers to take the crucible out of the high-frequency furnace, and pour it into the mold heated by fire next to it.

After the last bit was poured, Luo Ping put the crucible aside, turned off the high-frequency furnace, turned around, and pressed Mendoza with his left hand:

"Mr. Mendoza Atobel, you said you wanted equipment, and our young master went to coordinate the equipment."

"You said you don't have enough money, but our young master said that you should suffer some losses. This is the first time we cooperate and we will give you the profits."

"You said you could only transport the gold to Dongola, so we came all the way to get the gold."

"For this reason, we specially troubled our Colonel Troy."

Seeing his boss being held down, Mendoza's subordinate drew his gun, but he didn't have time to fire.

Each one of them received a punch on the head, and the one who launched the attack was the person they were chatting with just now.

Watching my teammates clean up all these people,

Luo Ping held Mendoza's shoulders again and pinched his collarbone with his fingers:

"But here we are, and you used brass to fool us. Isn't this a joke?"

"Four tons of brass, twenty thousand dollars?"

"Our travel expenses are not worth twenty thousand dollars!"

At this point, Luo Ping pressed his hands on his shoulders and forced Menrosa's head to face him, pressed his forehead against his forehead, gritted his teeth, and exposed his front teeth.

But he didn't open his mouth and asked angrily:

"Now, tell me, what should I do with you?"

As Luo Ping finished speaking, there was a sound of bullets being loaded next to him. The sound was crisp and rhythmic. The person in front had loaded the bullet, and the person behind him immediately followed.

The sound was like a soul-inducing demonic sound that kept ringing in Mendoza's ears.

At this moment, the Arab who had just been knocked to the ground suddenly screamed: "Kendall, where are you?"

This scream made Luo Ping stunned for a moment, and then he turned his attention to the screaming Arab. He pressed Mendoza's shoulder with his left hand and pushed gently, pushing the obstructive person aside and walking slowly. He knelt down in front of the speaker and asked with a smile:

"Is there anyone else among you?"

"Of course, you don't have to count on him. Except for the people who come in to trade, everyone else is outside."

"There is no movement now, which means your teammates..."

Before he finished speaking, Luo Ping glanced at the microphone hidden in the man's collar. He reached out to grab the microphone and found that the green light on the microphone was on, indicating that it was running. He shouted twice into it, but there was no response. .

He loosened his grip on the microphone, then stepped on it with his foot. Then he turned around and walked towards Mendoza. He clenched his left fist and punched the Arab in the abdomen, turning him into a bowed shrimp. , Luo Ping pressed the microphone on his ear:

"Zhao Feng, is there anyone around?"

After he finished speaking, there was a rustling sound in his earphones, and then a cold voice sounded in his ears:

"In the direction of 3:00, I saw four strange cars. Some of them were using binoculars to look at the warehouse where you are."

"Then in the direction of 5:00, there were two other cars, black ones... What's the make of that car?"

"They seem to have rockets in their hands, so be careful."

"Then in the direction of 7:00, there are several people who are obviously Arabs, holding guns, and they are approaching you sneakily."

"There was a problem with one of them, and that guy was in the two cars near 5:00."

"There seemed to be a commander in the car at 5:00. I saw his walkie-talkie. He was not an Arab."

"In the direction of 7:00, the Arab who ran over was talking to the people in the car."

"Are you going to kill them?"

The extremely excited voice in the earphones made Luo Ping take a deep breath. After this breath, he seemed to smell the strong smell of blood and the smell of mud.

After closing his eyes and exhaling the air, he suddenly opened his eyes and said coldly:

"If you catch them alive, the gold should be in their hands."

After giving the order, Luo Ping reached out and grabbed Mendoza in front of him, brought his face to his, and said calmly:

"My dear Mr. Mendoza, I hope you don't know about this, otherwise, you will be in big trouble."

After saying that, he let go of his hand, let go of the hand of the person, grabbed the shoulder strap on his back, grabbed the M4A1 on his back, loaded the grenade, and fired at the shaking warehouse door.

After firing, he immediately loaded another grenade and fired again.

The people in the warehouse took cover and used the things in the warehouse to build a defensive position.

After being frightened, Mendoza got up from the ground, quickly came behind Luo Ping, and built a defensive position with others.

While moving the boxes, he explained: "Before we set off, General Zasif showed me personally that all this gold is real."

"Even when we checked yesterday, it was real."

"But this morning, before I contacted you, our sentry fell asleep at his post."

"The problem may have occurred during this period."

"And we ate what Kendall bought yesterday, so it must be him."

Luo Ping did not listen to his explanation. After building the position, he immediately pressed the microphone beside his ear: "Fire!"

Outside the warehouse, hearing his order, 12 snipers aimed their guns at their respective targets and pulled the trigger casually.

In the black Ford pickup truck, listening to Kendall's chatter outside the car window, Montes slowly lit a cigarette and was about to taunt him. Kendall, who was lying on his window and talking to him, suddenly had his head exploded, and red and white splashed all over his face.

And the bullet that pierced his head continued to roll and hit the car's console, breaking the plastic, drilling into the console and disappearing.

After being stunned for 0.1 seconds, Montes suddenly shouted: "Sniper!"

But before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt the pickup truck under his butt sinking, and at the same time, he heard the sound of a slight explosion of the car tire.

At this moment, his years of experience as an old agent made him feel like 007.

He held the gun in his right hand and pushed the door with his left hand. He rolled over and used Kendall's body to block him. Just as he was about to get to the other side of the pickup truck, he felt a sharp pain under his feet.

The sharp pain from his feet made Montes scream. He used his intact foot to force himself to get up, but the ground was full of Kendall's blood.

With a little force on his feet, he slipped and hit his head on the ground.

His consciousness began to blur slowly. Just before he lost consciousness, he heard the sound coming from the headset.

"Snipers, there are more than a dozen snipers on the other side!"

"They also have mortars, mortars that never miss a target."

"No! They are our people..."

Our people? As soon as this thought flashed through his mind, Montes fainted. After an unknown amount of time, he felt someone moving his feet. The next second, a sharp pain came from the angle, completely waking him up.

When he opened his eyes and saw the person in front of him clearly, he was completely stunned.

At his feet, there was a man wearing American OCP desert camouflage squatting. Noticing his movement, the man turned his head and took a look, then continued to work, trying to stop the bleeding.

In that glimpse just now, Montes saw the man's eyes clearly, light blue.

Caucasian!

Moving his eyes away from the man, he subconsciously looked to the left and front two or three meters, where a piece of black oilcloth was covered.

There were dark black coagulated bloodstains on the edge of the oilcloth. Judging from the outline of the black oilcloth, there were corpses underneath, at least twenty or so.

Next to the black oilcloth, there were several tall and strong men who were commenting on him, and their accents were Texas accents!

What's going on?

This thought flashed through his mind, and he began to look around again. This was another warehouse, and it was unknown how far away from the place where the gunfight broke out just now.

Just as he was thinking about how to escape.

The man who treated his wounds slowly stood up, pulled out the pistol hanging on his waist, stuffed it directly into his mouth, and asked:

"Where is the gold?"