money player

14 kilometers from Dubai, there is a natural bay called Jebel Ali, suitable for docking. At this moment, several boats are moored, and a group of people are transferring large items from the boats to the shore.

Dong Xiangqian stood on the shore with a walkie-talkie hanging around his neck, listening to reports from the sniper teams scattered around him.

In 1951, it was possible for private individuals to own tanks. The United States openly sold them in surplus storage yards. You could buy the light tank M5A1 Stuart and the medium tank M4A3 Sherman, without the cannon, and you had to sign a declaration that they would no longer be militarized.

The British Combat Vehicle Disposal Committee sold the Remwell light tank and the Churchill medium tank. The tracks and machine guns were removed, but the cannons were not destroyed, so they could be fired as long as they had the shells.

Of course, the UK also cannot purchase them under the guise of "weapons"; it must declare that they are for agricultural, forestry, or film prop purposes.

There are monthly live auctions in Metz, Nancy, and Lyon, France, where you can bid on light tanks like the AMR-35 and medium tanks like the M4A2 Sherman.

Switzerland can buy the Pz-39 light tank, and Argentina can buy the M3 Stuart light tank.

These are all legal purchasing channels, and buying them is absolutely legal. As for buying damaged or disassembled parts, it may not be so legal, but there is no need to worry about the channels. It is not difficult to buy them by spending a little more money.

Armored vehicles can also be purchased through various channels. The United States can purchase M8, M20, and M3A1 armored vehicles; the United Kingdom can purchase Humber Mk IV armored vehicles and Daimler Dingo reconnaissance vehicles; and in French North Africa (Morocco and Tunisia), Panhard AMD 50 and Laffly S15 TOE can be purchased.

These are the legal purchasing channels. You can apply for an export license directly from the UK, while the US and France are a bit more complicated and require unconventional channels.

Argentina and Chile have the opportunity to buy German Sd.Kfz.222 and Italian AB41 tanks, complete with all the necessary parts. Buying the tanks also comes with free shells and bullets, all of which came from the original driver crews. If you talk to them, you might even have the chance to get the tanks and crews together.

Saudi Arabia and Jordan can purchase the "Humber Mk IV" armored vehicle at a very low price, or even for free, but this requires strong connections.

The Armadillo Squad travels to various places under different pretexts to participate in auctions, using huge sums of money to continuously purchase tanks and armored vehicles, as well as the necessary spare parts. After acquiring them, they are sent to Africa, Hong Kong, and Dubai.

Dong Xiangqian watched as the first Sd.Kfz.222 was successfully transported ashore, and he breathed a sigh of relief. But then a voice came through the walkie-talkie, "Three people, two camels, to the southeast, with weapons. Over."

He picked up the walkie-talkie and said, "Take down two, leave one alive for interrogation, that's it."

“Copy.”

On a sand dune, a sniper, hidden under desert camouflage, held an SR-52sa semi-automatic sniper rifle and pulled the trigger on the locked target.

A bullet pierced the target's neck. He quickly turned the gun towards another target and pulled the trigger. Then, with the last target, his scope steadily locked onto the target's right arm, and he pulled the trigger, rendering the target's right hand incapacitated.

"Shot, kill."

On another sand dune, three team members emerged. One was holding an AR-52 assault rifle with a suppressor and grip, while the other two were holding SG-52 tactical submachine guns with long and thick suppressors that took up almost three-fifths of the gun's length.

The three men charged toward their target in assault formation.

In just a few seconds, the three men were five meters away from their target. They opened fire with their AR-52 assault rifles at the two suspected corpses, two in the chest and one in the head. Seeing brain matter splattering everywhere, the three men continued their advance.

Upon reaching the living target, one man struck the target with the butt of a rifle; the other took out a vial of morphine, and as soon as the target collapsed, he immediately stepped forward and injected the morphine into the target's body.

The last man put away his SG-52, squatted down in front of the target, grabbed the target's fingers and twisted them toward the back of the hand, repeating the same action on all ten fingers. Then, his size 43 military boots gave the target's ankles a friendly blessing.

He put down his backpack, took out specially made handcuffs and shackles and put them on the target. Then he took out a lever rivet gun and rivets into the pre-drilled lock holes of the handcuffs and shackles. In this way, apart from Yan Shuangying who could gamble that the rivets would break automatically, no one else would have any chance of breaking free with their bare hands.

The two men carried the corpse and half-corpse onto the camel's back and led it away. One of them followed the camel's footprints in reverse to trace where the group had come from and clean up any traces.

Cen Peipei rode her camel past a formation of dozens of team members who stood motionless under the blazing sun, shirtless and wearing only shorts and thick socks. Their faces, chests, and backs were all peeling from sunburn.

A man carrying a bucket of water walked past the team members, splashing water on the underwear of anyone he liked and on the feet of anyone he didn't.

In the desert, when water is splashed on your feet, the evaporation of the water takes away heat, making you feel cool for a moment. Then the evaporation mechanism disappears, the latent heat of vaporization is no longer taken away, and all the heat is used to warm up. This extreme contrast between ice and fire can easily destroy a person's will.

This is one of the selection processes for the Armadillo Team Six: sun exposure. There is no time limit. One-tenth of the participants will die from the sunburn, one-third will lie down, and the rest will automatically advance to the next stage.

Hans, the leader of Dürer's squad, walked through the ranks with his hands behind his back. "The first dead person hasn't been found yet. You don't have the right to faint. Who is willing to sacrifice themselves, hypnotize themselves into being dead, and fight for the right of others to faint?"

The crowd shouted in unison, "No one, Sir!"

"Good."

Hans clapped his hands, and a teammate jogged up to him and handed him a bottle of chilled cola, the condensation on the bottle clearly visible.

He went to catch the Coke, but deliberately didn't catch it properly, and the bottle fell to the ground. He muttered at a volume of 80 decibels, "Too cold."

He bent down to pick it up, held the Coke bottle high, and shouted to those around him, "Want a drink?"

"Yes, sir!"

"OK, I'll drink it for you guys to see."

Hans bit off the bottle cap, put the bottle to his lips, and drank as he walked forward, making sure that every member of the selection team could clearly see the movement of his Adam's apple.

He walked through the queue to the other side, finished the Coke in his bottle, let out a burp, casually tossed the bottle aside, lit a cigarette, and said loudly, "Drinking Coke has made me feel very happy. Let's play a little game. Distribute them."

At his command, a team member walked to the line and distributed paper and pens to everyone.

He chuckled wickedly, "Write an essay of no less than 500 words on the topic of 'Men Drinking Coke.' If I'm in a good mood, I'll allow you to write it while lying on the ground."

"Fuck."

"Goddamn."

As soon as he finished speaking, a chorus of curses erupted from the queue.

"You're welcome. You have fifteen minutes. Anyone who doesn't finish will be rewarded by taking off their socks to get some fresh air."

Upon hearing this, the entire line immediately lay down, and not a single person dared to hesitate.

They were able to stand on the sand thanks to their socks, even though the socks were scorched in several places by the sand and everyone had blisters on their feet. They couldn't take off their socks, because once they did, they could only stand for half an hour at most.

Seeing that everyone had begun to create, Hans straightened his clothes, approached Cen Peipei who had dismounted from her camel, and gave her a German military salute, saying, "Madam."

Cen Peipei bowed slightly in return, "Hello, Mr. Hans."

"Please come with me, madam."

Hans led Cen Peipei into a jeep, started the engine, and drove into the depths of the desert.

A few minutes later, the car stopped in a valley between several sand dunes. Hans pointed to two M4A3 Sherman tanks in desert camouflage in the center of the valley. "Madam, the Queen Cavalry Squadron is training infantry-cavalry-tank combined arms tactics. Cavalry can be very effective in the desert. The Queen Cavalry Squadron will form three cavalry companies, equipped with horses and camels."
A heavy cavalry battalion is equipped with 36 medium tanks, 24 light tanks, and 12 armored vehicles;
Two Ranger companies, equipped with helicopters;

三个步兵连，装备AR-52突击步枪、SAP-52半自动手枪、LMG-52班用机枪、HMG-52重机枪、AR-52sa精确射手步枪、SR-52sa半自动狙击步枪、SR-52狙击步枪、M-52迫击炮，52式进攻手雷、防御手雷、自杀手雷、震撼弹、烟雾弹、瓦斯弹。”

"They're all numbered 52, so they're from the same series?"

"Yes, the Adam Gun family, created by the British CGB company, began to be sold to the public in 1952."

Cen Peipei nodded. "A suicide grenade for suicide?"

"Suicide grenades come in two models: one with an adjustable time-delay fuse and the other with an instantaneous detonation fuse. They are used to set up booby traps and for suicide."

"Surrender is not allowed?"

"It's permissible, but sometimes being captured can be worse than death."

"Everyone has worked hard."

Hans then pointed to the other side of the valley, "Madam, over there is the Queen's Cavalry of the Falcons, mainly composed of Arabs, preparing to be renamed the Dubai Defence Force. Should we speed up the expansion?"

Cen Peipei glanced around and asked, "How many people are there now?"

"31 team members."

"We will maintain the current scale for now, but the situation may change."

"clear."

"Where are the Dumas Squad, the Dumas fils Squad, the Newton Squad, and the Yeats Squad stationed?"

"The Alexandre Dumas fils squad and the Newton squad are on patrol, the Alexandre Dumas père squad is in Vietnam learning jungle warfare, and the Yeats squad is heading to Hong Kong for parachute and CQB training." Hans pointed to a sand dune. "The Vietnam Fire Rat squad is over there conducting desert warfare training. Would you like to go take a look, Madam?"

"Go over and have a look."

……

India.

Gurugram, a small town in southern Punjab, near Delhi.

On the town's only main street, the "Sad Market," at a sugarcane juice stall, Xian Yaowu, who was about to finish his studies at CRPF College, and Gu Baozhang, who had entered India as a Kachin refugee from Myanmar, stood lazily by the roadside.

Sin Yiu-man swirled his glass and said in a casual tone, "There is a Gurgaon camp 8 kilometers to the north, where a cavalry regiment is stationed, equipped with 12 M3 Stuart light tanks and 300 horses, responsible for patrolling the border from Delhi to Rajasthan."

Next to the town hall is a company of Punjab Armed Police. Their main weapon is the Lathi, a bamboo baton; they have two .38 caliber batons and three .77 caliber batons, which they don't usually carry. The company's main task is to prevent land disputes between refugees and indigenous people.

Gu Baozhang casually glanced at the pedestrians on the street. "Are there Pakistanis here?"

“More than 8,000 Pakistani refugees were moved here three years ago and settled in Feroze Gandhi, three kilometers outside the town.” Xian Yaowu took a sip of sugarcane juice and gestured across the street, “The vendor selling Vada Pav across the street and the customer eating Bun Maska on the right are both peace advocates of the Indian Communist Party. Kill them before the operation.”

Gu Baozhang glanced at the opposite side out of the corner of his eye. "Are you trying to frame the armed faction?"

"It may no longer be necessary. Since the Soviet Union intervened, most of the Communist Party of India has turned to the peace line. Many guerrilla areas have ordered the disbandment of their armed forces. Only Langa Rao, who launched the Telangana Uprising, still has a large guerrilla force and continues to fight guerrilla warfare."

But from what I understand, the CPI leadership has been working on him and other scattered guerrilla groups, and it might not be long before the CPI is without an armed faction. We need to speed up our actions, otherwise, once the armed factions are completely disbanded, we won't be able to use the name of an armed faction anymore.”

"The captain is aware of the situation here, and we need to take action within a month and a half."

Xian Yaowu nodded slightly. "Let me introduce the team to you. The team is called the International Brigades. There are 161 people in total, including 17 from the Indian Communist Party armed faction, 82 from the Dalits, 27 from the Manipur PLA, 15 from the Naga National Army, and 20 from Kachin refugees from Myanmar."

The Indian Communist Party's armed faction, the Manipur PLA, and the Naga National Army were contacted by people in Mumbai. I don't know who they are, but they can and must be silenced after the operation.

"I recruited the Dalits and Kachin refugees myself. The Dalits wanted to be silenced, and the Kachin refugees were brought back to Myanmar."

"What are the arrangements after that?"

"Someone else will be in charge."

Gu Baozhang nodded slightly, "With so many people, silencing them is easy to say but difficult to do. If we're not careful, some will slip through the net."

"The person in charge of cooking is named Yuzawa Kong. He is absolutely trustworthy. Since last month, he has been cooking highly poisonous Burmese pufferfish every few days. The Indians love to eat it."

Although pufferfish also exist in India, not many people recognize them. Furthermore, given that people have been eating them for over a month without incident, even those who do recognize them would have lowered their guard, making it easy to eliminate them.

Gu Baozhang chuckled and asked, "Is the pufferfish toxin ready?"

Xian Yaowu nodded, "Enough to kill thousands of people. Pufferfish toxin is colorless and odorless, so it doesn't necessarily have to be added to food."

Gu Baozhang thought for a moment and said, "Is the contact person in Mumbai reliable?"

"A mosquito, arranged personally by the captain."

"I was overthinking it."

Hours later, the brick and tile factory was reborn.

Wearing a balaclava hood, Li Zhuo's body sank down, and the steel wire wrapped around his hands tightened. Behind him, a person tied to an iron chair had a flushed face, his mouth opened involuntarily, and his tongue was sticking out.

A few seconds later, the man was dead. Li Zhuo stood up straight, waved his hand, and the two members of the Chicken Bowl Squad who were next to him stepped forward to check his pulse. Then they untied him and dragged him deeper into the brick kiln.

Li Zhuo lit a cigarette, took a puff, and handed a piece of paper to the team member next to him, "Tomorrow, take two people to his house to collect the money and send out the remittances according to the list."

"Yes."

"You bastard, you even steal other people's hard-earned money."

"Captain, there are two more."

"I'll go interrogate him after I finish my cigarette," Li Zhuo muttered. "Damn it, the next one can't die too easily."

morning.

At the intersection of Nanqiao Road and Smith Street, Bankman's first store has opened for business, with short lines forming at both counters.

Three days ago, a little story happened here. A customer came to the store in the morning, anxious to send a batch of goods back home. He said his family was waiting for money to save their lives. He begged and was willing to pay a high price for express delivery. The store took pity on him and agreed. That afternoon, the money was in the hands of the recipient in mainland China.

The next afternoon, the customer ran into the store from the street with a telegram in his hand, shouting as he ran, "I received it! My family received it! They received it that very afternoon!"

Through the word of the casual laborers, the news that Bankman could "send a package in the morning and receive it in the afternoon" spread like wildfire, reaching all of Chinatown in two days.

Sin Yiu-man stood at the second-floor window of the store, looking down and talking.

"You haven't crafted a good story."

Narcissus came to his side, "Where is it not woven properly?"

“Telegram.” Xian Yaowen said unhurriedly, “At the end of 1949, the mainland promulgated the ‘Provisional Rules for International Telegrams’: except for special clients such as diplomacy, foreign trade, news, international shipping, deep-sea fishing, and students studying abroad, private telegrams for personal business are generally not accepted.”

Principles can be broken, but a country bumpkin might not have the connections.

Narcissus chuckled and said, “Master, I’ve been with you for so long that even the dumbest person has become smarter. The person I found has a son studying in secondary school in Hong Kong. He’s registered with the Public Security Bureau. The telegram can be sent after the Public Security Bureau approves it.”

"Oh, are many people aware of this situation?"

"He used to be a storyteller on the street, but later he changed careers and became a car companion. Many people know him and his situation."

Street storytellers are people who tell stories on the street and make a living by receiving tips.

The escort service was similar to the modern-day escort service, but without any sexual or romantic connotations. It involved accompanying white wives or wealthy businessmen on outings, helping with carrying things, watching children, hailing taxis, and doing simple translations. In the end, they could receive a decent tip, making it a high-paying job. However, it required a certain level of English proficiency and a quick wit.

Sin Yiu-man hugged Narcissus and said, "I'm sorry, I misunderstood you."

“Sir, there’s no need to apologize.” Narcissus shook her head. “In just a few days, Bankman has already received more than 46 remittances from overseas Chinese. At this rate, it may exceed 200 million in the first month. Can the funds in Hong Kong handle that?”

"It's not a big problem to last for a month or two, but it won't work if it goes on for longer. We'll have to find funds elsewhere and incur interest."

“It seems I need to urge Bangkok to speed things up,” Narcissus said, frowning. “But Bangkok is full of big shots; we can’t afford to mess with any of them right now.”

"Don't just compare with the big ones. There are smaller ones in Bangkok. I instructed Hong Kong to get things moving before I left, and I expect to receive good news today."

Narcissus turned to him and asked, "Can you sweep it clean?"

“No.” Sin Yiu-man shook his head. “We can only clean up the mess. For the others, we can only call the police to come and cause some trouble. It’s impossible to clean them up completely.”

"why not?"

"In business, harmony is paramount. Others are already eating from the pot, and we are latecomers. We can't just smash the bowls of those who follow the rules right away, or we'll provoke public anger. Business is business, and you have to use respectable methods when dealing with those who follow the rules."

"Opening promotions with no handling fees are a way to hurt others and disrupt the norms of the industry in Bangkok. We're just waiting for others to resort to underhanded tactics, and then we'll retaliate without any rules either."

Sin Yiu-man shook his head. "I'm unfamiliar with Bangkok and can't predict what our opponents will do. We can't afford to be ruthless unless one or two of us die."

“It’s perfectly normal for local bullies to take advantage of outsiders. How can they survive in Bangkok if they don’t use ruthless tactics? If one or two of them are killed, we have a legitimate reason to take action. We’ll wipe out one family to make an example of them.”

"Bangkok is their home turf, so we can only talk about the big picture and apply universal rules to local regulations. Bangkok follows its own rules, and we are not the rule-makers. We cannot decide right and wrong. It's like a national hero being a war criminal in an enemy country. It doesn't make sense."

"What should we do then?" (End of Chapter)