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Chapter 102 Don’t Let Me Catch You! (Third Update!)
In the direction the two were looking, three American soldiers formed a triangle formation, with their hands hanging on their guns, and walked slowly towards the truck.

The soldier in front walked to the main driver's side, raised his left hand, knocked lightly on the car door, then put three fingers together and twisted them lightly.

After making this subtle movement, the soldier stood outside the door, blinking his big eyes and looking at Khalid and the other man very innocently.

Seeing the other person's look, Khalid smiled, quickly moved his butt, lifted the seat, took out a small box from under the seat, opened the box, took out some US dollars from it, held it with both hands, and put it in the left hand of the soldier raised outside the car door.

The soldier felt the weight in his hand and turned his head away, feeling a little disgusted, but in the end he did not express his disgust.

Putting the banknotes into his pocket, he stretched out his hand and patted it gently:
“Customs Pickup List.”

Khalid immediately took out the customs delivery list from the box next to him, held it in both hands, and carefully handed it to the soldier in front of him.

Taking the delivery list, the soldier looked at it carefully against the light.

When he saw that there were more than 29000 gas cylinders and more than 6 electric pressure cookers on the list, his face suddenly turned dark.

He clutched the customs bill of lading in his hand and angrily asked Khalid:

"Did you buy those tens of thousands of gas cylinders?"

"That's incredible. Tens of thousands of gas cylinders at a time. Can't you buy fewer?"

Hearing the resentful questions, Khalid quickly bent down and apologized repeatedly. At the same time, he picked up the small box next to him, took out some US dollars from it, and put them in the soldier's hands with both hands.

After getting some more dollars, the American soldier outside the car door finally stopped talking with satisfaction. He returned the customs list to Khalid and pointed to the distance:
“Those dozens of containers over there.”

Khalid put on a smile on his face and looked in the direction the soldier pointed. When he saw it, he felt like the sky was falling.

Dozens of containers were neatly placed on the ground with their doors open.

At the door of the container, there was a pile of unpacked electric pressure cookers and thousands of gas cylinders scattered around.

After seeing this scene clearly, he wanted to torture the American soldiers next to him to death on the spot, so he brought about 20 people and more than a dozen vehicles with him.

We have to work all night to load all these containers back.

To die.

After the three soldiers outside the car door distributed the money, they found that the car next to them still did not move, so they simply turned around and kicked the car door hard:
"Leave quickly."

Khalid wanted to kill them even more.

But when you are under someone's roof, you have to bow your head. This port is currently controlled by Americans and government forces.

We can't cause trouble now.

Nodding and smiling at a few soldiers, Khalid released the brake, gently stepped on the accelerator, and slid the truck towards the container in the distance.

Seeing these people loading the goods, the three soldiers who had just collected the money walked to the side, hid in a place where the man could not see them, and started smoking and slacking off.

"You know what? Coming to this port for inspection is such a great job."

"It's a pity that I can't do it for long."

"If there's another major explosion in the next two days, we'll probably have to stay here permanently."

"Unfortunately, those Iraqi terrorists will never listen to us."

"By the way, have you found out the result of the previous explosion case?"

"They've found out! If they had, do you think we'd still be here? It's because we can't figure out who made these bombs that we're being forced to search every container at the port."

"No way?"

"I heard from others that the Sheila outpost consumed about 20 pounds of TNT that night."

After hearing what the soldier said, the two soldiers next to him looked at each other blankly. Although they were not good at math, they often used TNT.

For example, the most common m112 blasting blocks weigh 1.25 pounds each, and each box contains 30 blocks. The net weight of TNT in each box is 37.5 pounds. Adding the tempered plastic shell, the total weight is about 50 pounds. Each time it is transported, two people are needed to carry the box together.

20 pounds of TNT is equivalent to 5333 boxes.

This……

If you want to transport so many boxes, you have to take a train.

Trucks are not enough because they have too little carrying capacity and cannot carry all the goods at once.

Who on earth could have transported so many bombs so quietly and blown up that outpost?

If the enemy can bomb the outpost, can they bomb the port?

The enemy used 20 pounds of explosives to attack an outpost. If they wanted to attack this port, wouldn't it take 50 pounds or even 100 million pounds?

It will kill people!

The soldier who had just explained the situation saw the expressions on his two companions' faces. He shook his head, puffed on the cigarette in his hand, and threw the butt to the ground.
"Let's go and watch them load the cargo. Once they're done and have filled out the forms, you can go check the other containers."

As soon as these words were spoken, the other two soldiers groaned, quickly put out the cigarettes in their hands, stomped out the butts, stood up, and staggered away.

…………

Suzhou.

Looking at the contract template Ahmed sent back to him, Lin Yi suppressed his excitement and replied calmly:
"Thanks. Remember to come over sometime to get your reward."

After sending this message, Lin Yi switched to another QQ and looked at Jadel's reply.

I immediately opened the QQ settings page and dragged the mouse to the option to log out of the account. After thinking about it, I still didn't log out of the account.

After all, the money hasn't arrived yet.

It’s not too late to cancel the account slowly after the money arrives, and you can even tease the other party.

After stretching lazily in the chair, Lin Yi threw away the mouse, stood up, walked to the window, and shouted out:
what!
1549.45 million US dollars.

The current exchange rate is 6.8282, which converts into RMB into 105799544.9 yuan.

With the documents provided by Ahmed and others, it was easy to get back the more than 100 million.

Once the money arrives, the matter will be settled.

The next focus should be on the domestic market. We need to pull those big brothers together and make some money during the Chinese New Year.

I just wonder what kind of expression my brother far away in Iraq would have when he finds out that he has been cheated.

Panic?

anger?
Or the roar of a dragon?

After thinking for a while, Lin Yi couldn't figure out what the other party's condition was, so he simply decided not to think about it.

After all, the other party doesn't know his true identity.

Moreover, given America's current attack intensity, it is hard to say whether the other party can survive until February.

If he wants to take revenge on himself, he must at least get past America first. After getting past America, the other party will have to find him.

When he thought of the other person's crazy look, Lin Yi couldn't help laughing.

Just as he was laughing happily, someone knocked on the door from outside, and then Ji Shuangshuang's cheerful voice came from outside the door:

"Boss, our consulting firm's foreign exchange account has reached $1549.45 million."

The cheerful voice instantly pulled Lin Yi back to his senses. He turned around abruptly, rushed to the door in three or two steps, opened it completely, stared at Ji Shuangshuang in amazement and asked:
"Really here?"

"Yes! The bank issued a notice, asking you to bring the documents to process the remittance." Ji Shuangshuang nodded frantically, grabbed Lin Yi's hand, and forcibly dragged Lin Yi to the finance office.

In the finance office, next to the pairs of commonly used computers, there is another computer with a unique bank website on it.

This is the page for public foreign exchange accounts.

There was an extra string of numbers in the center of the page.

Lin Yi counted it and it was 1549.45 million US dollars.

He rubbed his eyes and counted again. It was still $1549.45. He knew he wasn't dazzled, nor had he misread. There was indeed an extra $1549.45 in his account. The bank that sent the payment was a Swiss bank, and the reason for the transfer was the architectural design consulting fee he had mentioned.

Below this string of numbers is the bank's reminder:
[Please bring relevant documents to the bank where you opened the account within the specified time limit to process the deposit.]

Seeing this, Lin Yi was delighted, but soon, he had another doubt in his mind. He didn't remember that international payments would be so fast.

According to the general international trade payment speed, two days is considered fast, and 3-5 days is normal.

If it takes more than 5 days, there is a problem. If the payment is not made for more than 10 days, you can arrange for someone to resell the goods.

Why did it suddenly speed up here?

At this moment, a light bulb went off in his head and he remembered the 80 yuan handling fee that Jardel had mentioned.

If a handling fee is charged, then everything makes sense.

A transaction method rarely used by both parties in international trade, the third-party payment platform - PayPal or Western Union.

The transfer speed of these two things is very fast, but the problem is that the handling fees are very high.

Really...

It's absolutely amazing.

This brother is really rushing up here to die.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but scratch the stubble on his chin with his hand, tapped his fingers on the table, and instructed Ji Shuangshuang:
"Please prepare the documents required by the bank for cross-border payment declaration and complete the process."

"Then it's time to pay taxes and do what needs to be done."

After hearing the arrangement, Ji Shuangshuang first glanced at the numbers on the computer screen, swallowed lightly, turned around, and looked at Lin Yi eagerly: "Is this really possible?"

"The banks and the tax office won't..."

Before he could finish his words, Lin Yi raised his hand to interrupt him:
"I've already spoken to Ahmed and sent the information."

"He'll send the contract later."

"Liu Jie is at the bank. He's definitely interested in this 100 million yuan deposit. As long as the business information is correct, he won't ask any more questions."

"It's impossible for the tax bureau to go to Iraq to investigate other companies. Basically, they look at everything we do."

"And the source of our funds is traceable. It's money transferred from a genuine Swiss bank, and the reason for the transfer is clearly written."

“Architectural design consulting fee!”

"When we get the money, the first thing we think about is filing taxes. We are bringing honor to our country!"

"We are a major taxpayer, you need to stand up."

The words "big taxpayer" seemed to give Ji Shuangshuang strength. She stood up straight from her originally bent waist, with a stern face, and shouted loudly to Lin Yi:

"We are big taxpayers and we bring glory to our country."

After she finished shouting the slogan, Lin Yi put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her in front of the computer:
"So, my lovely sister Shuangshuang, quickly sort out the contract, file it, pay the tax, and then we can get the money."

"Get the money and we'll go eat and drink on public funds."

"You go ahead and do your work. I'll go and reply to that terrorist brother."

The sound of talking faded away, followed by the sound of the door closing.

Ji Shuangshuang turned around and looked at the closed door. She bit her lips lightly with her pearly teeth, her eyes flickering, and no one knew what she was thinking.

After a while, she took out her phone from the drawer, found her best friend's QQ, and sent her a message:
【I feel like I'm on a pirate ship.】

A few minutes passed after the message was sent before the other party replied.

[Pirate ship? Hurry up and jump off so I can get on. I've been coveting your boss for a long time. You don't know our boss is fat, big-eared, has little money, and a lot of trouble.]

Following the message is a photo.

In the photo, a somewhat bloated man stood on the stage, holding a pole in his hand, and spoke eloquently on the PPT.

The core content of the PPT is wolf culture.

After just a glance, Ji Shuangshuang deleted the message and replied with another one:
[If you don't jump, get as far away from me as you can.]

After sending the message, he threw the phone aside and officially started working.

In the office across the street, Lin Yi returned to his computer, carefully considered his lines, and then typed the first sentence on the keyboard:

"Dear Mr. Jardel Barry, I need to solemnly inform you of one thing. Just now, our colleagues from the Security Bureau verified the information about you."

"We've discovered that you're quite close to the guys at DTZ, so this deal is canceled."

"Because of your concealment, I will need to face quarantine and investigation next."

"Thank you, thank you for bringing me to jail."

"When I come out of the investigation, don't let me catch you. If I catch you, I will make sure you live a life worse than death."

After sending these messages, Lin Yi dragged the mouse, clicked on settings, and chose to log out of the account on the pop-up page.

Click Sign Out.

Logout successful.

Then, he connected to the VPN, logged into the AAA Weapon Lin Ge account, and began to reply to others in the comment section. However, the tone of his replies was a bit off, and it felt more like an interrogation.

In this way, he spent several hours replying to all the comments under the tweets, and then he dragged the mouse and chose to log out of the account.

He then logged into another account and sent a message to Ahmed.

"We can get this out there."

…………

Dahuk, Iraq.

Jadel sat in front of the computer, his blue eyes lost focus, his right hand dragging the mouse like a machine, gently clicking on the avatar on the web page.

But no matter how he clicked, he could not enter the other party's homepage as usual. The system only kept reminding the other party that he had logged out of the account.

"Why is this happening?"

"Why is this happening?"

"What went wrong? Why did the Huaxia Security Bureau know my name? Do they have people in Iraq?"

Thinking of this possibility, the hairs on Jadel's body stood up. He couldn't imagine how terrifying the world would be if this possibility were true.

wrong!

Something must be wrong.

What exactly went wrong?

Time is slowly slipping away, and the sky outside the window changes again and again.

After thinking about it for a whole day and night, Jardel still couldn't figure out what went wrong.

Hunger cleared his mind, and at the same time, made him start to connect the cause and effect of the whole thing.

It was because of America's attack that the Holy Flame Kurdish Battalion needed to purchase weapons. Then, they began to collect information about relevant weapons manufacturers on various social media and the so-called dark web, preparing to find a suitable partner to cooperate with.

Then after receiving the money, the other party said that he had cheated him.

The premise of all this is that the other party does not know you.

But what if the other person knew you from the beginning?
What if there is someone next to me, watching me, and then tipping off this damn Chinese guy?
If so, it all makes sense.

(End of this chapter)