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Chapter 92: Playing Hard to Get! (Second Update!)

If I can't find the weapons production line, can't I take a picture of the clothing room?

If we were to ask what the best-selling clothing item was in China in 2009, it would definitely be camouflage uniforms.

During this period, large-scale infrastructure development began in various places. Infrastructure development required workers, and camouflage uniforms, which were made of thick, wear-resistant fabrics and required little care, suddenly became popular.

Bulletproof vests are composed of two parts: bulletproof equipment and bulletproof plates.

Many garment factories can produce bulletproof equipment. For a small amount of money, you can customize a large quantity.

As for the bulletproof inserts.

Find two pieces of iron plates, ask a factory to spray some matte dark paint on them, then wrap them with black cloth and insert them into bulletproof equipment, and they can pretend to be bulletproof plates.

Of course, before proceeding, you must find out who the person on the other side is.

If possible, it's best to trick one over.

Having made up his mind, Lin Yi's fingers flew across the keyboard, typing out new words:

5000 AKs. Do you want the old or new version? Do you want the standard 7.62x39mm round?

Should bulletproof vests be paired with camouflage uniforms or Kevlar helmets?

[Which color should I choose to match the camouflage uniform? ]

After sending out the first few paragraphs, Lin Yi waited for a while before typing out the rest:
[Or, we can issue it to you according to the American soldier desert camouflage standard.]

As soon as the message was sent, a series of letters and symbols appeared on the other side.

The most common thing is question marks.

Looking at the series of question marks, Lin Yi didn't blush or feel nervous. He put his hands on the keyboard and started to add an identity for himself.

[In fact, many of the American soldiers' clothes were produced by us.]

[It just happened through several orders and transfers, so most people don't know about it.]

If you are sure you need these equipment, please send me your procurement plan, procurement department, and intermediary agent information.

We'll draft the contract. You and the intermediary agent will review it. If you think there are no problems, you can come and sign it.

[After the contract is signed and the money is paid, the guns can be shipped on the same day. The bulletproof vests and clothes will take two days to ship out.]

Mosul, Iraq.

It was still the same room, and there were still two people in hoods.

Two people in masked clothes were staring at the computer screen, staring at the words on it in a daze.

They knew each of these words, but when they put them together to form a sentence, they felt like they didn't recognize any of them.

What is a procurement plan?

What is the purchasing department?

What is an intermediary agent?
What does it mean that firearms can be shipped away on the same day?

What does it mean that it takes two days to make clothes?
That's 5000 guns, each with 2,000 rounds of ammunition, and 10,000 sets of bulletproof vests. If you follow what this person said, you'll have to add 10,000 sets of camouflage uniforms.

This……

This is a very scary number.

This……

Is this American factory really so powerful?
Also, how do they get through customs?
After a brief moment of daze, the masked person behind gently patted the masked person in front of him:
"Ask him how to get through American customs?"

The message was sent immediately.

After sending the message, the other party responded to him.

【Normal customs declaration! 】

These two simple words stunned the two people in front of the computer.

Finally, the masked man in front of the computer tremblingly typed out a sentence:

Can America export weapons to Iraq through legal channels?

The next second, a series of question marks were sent, followed by more words from Lin Yi.

I'm not from America. I'm from China. We're a Chinese company.

"So America can't export weapons to Iraq. It has nothing to do with us. If the ultimate destination of your weapons is America, just declare them through customs normally."

The message that popped up on the screen made the two men wearing hoods look at each other in bewilderment. They wanted to complain but didn't know what to say.

After all this time, it turned out that the other party was not from America.

Somehow, the two of them felt a little relieved.

But before they could even finish their breath, a new message came from the other side.

You're not Iraqi officials? I just checked the Iraqi Ministry of Defense website, and they don't have any recent weapons procurement plans. Who are you?

This question was like a bucket of cold water, pouring heavily on the two people in hoods at the other end of the network cable.

Just as they were about to explain, Lin Yi's message arrived first.

[Sorry, I thought you were official, so I talked to you for so long. I'm sorry.]

Our company has a rule that when selling weapons, we must clarify the identity of the other party, mainly to avoid trouble.

Our company will not sell weapons to unidentified persons.

After this message was sent, Lin Yi’s avatar went dark.

On this end of the network cable, two masked men stared intently at the computer screen, fixated on the sentence "Our company will never sell weapons to unidentified people."

After a long moment, the masked man in front of the computer turned around and looked at the masked man behind him:

"How to do?"

The man in the hood behind him shook his head and hit his eyebrows hard with his hand through the hood.

He looked like he had a headache.

After knocking his head for a long time, the man said softly:
"You continue to send him messages and tell him that we cannot reveal our identities because of our special status."

"If he is willing to sell us weapons, and if he can sell us some good weapons."

“We can afford to pay a little extra.”

The complainant in front of the computer did not rush back to send a message. Instead, he put his hands on the keyboard and turned his head to ask:
"Will the chief agree?"

"The chief will agree!" The masked man behind him answered very decisively, as if he was sure that the chief would agree to his proposal.

After saying that, he copied down Lin Yi's initial reply with pen and paper, then gently patted the masked man in front of the computer, turned and walked towards the door, opened it and walked out.

The man in the mask in front of the computer took a deep breath and began to send private messages to Lin Yi's account in a humble tone.

Walking out of the room and standing under the eaves, the wind from the Kurdish Mountains blew, and the man in the hood felt his nose a little itchy. He simply pulled off the hood and sneezed a few times.

Under the hood, this man looks to be about 30 years old, but with a face covered with a big beard.

After putting the hood into his pocket, the bearded man turned around, climbed up to the roof from the stairs next to him, walked forward on the roof, crossed seven or eight courtyards, and then went down the stairs on the roof.

Under the eaves of the yard, several people were standing against the wall. They all had guns in their hands. Although they looked lazy, when the bearded man walked down the stairs, they all looked at him at the same time.

When they found out it was someone they knew, they lowered their heads again and continued to lean lazily against the wall.

The bearded man smiled at them and walked straight towards the only open door.

Behind the open door is a living room.

There was a charcoal fire burning in the middle of the living room. Several people wearing traditional Arab robes were sitting around the fire. When they noticed the bearded man's appearance, they all looked at him curiously.

The bearded man nodded slightly at the group, walked around the man in the middle, and approached another bearded man in his 50s sitting opposite the gate. He handed over a piece of paper and explained, "Chief, this is information about that special explosive. Please take a look."

The chemical formula on the note was long, confusing, and incomprehensible.

The leader looked at it for a moment and nodded expressionlessly:
"Jadel, you did a good job this time."

"Any other news?"

"For example, the weapons supplier I asked you to find?"

Jadel was the young bearded man. Upon hearing this, a trace of frustration appeared on his face, and he lowered his head to explain:
“We followed them online for a few days and found someone who seemed like a perfect fit.”

"He was also the one who gave that special explosive its name."

"They can also sell weapons there, but they only cooperate with official organizations and not with unidentified people."

This simple sentence made the leader very upset.

As terrorists active in the Middle East and also a branch of ISI, they actually had no shortage of equipment before this month.

Because behind the chaotic situation in the Middle East is the game of a large group of people.

The result of the game is that all players rushed to send their weapons to this land for these people to choose from.

In order to gain more benefits, these people can work here today and then switch jobs to work for their old rivals tomorrow.

This is the power of tribalism.

Of course, you will also encounter unreasonable people.

For example, America this time.

As terrorists, they have to brush some KPIs every year.

For example, the last battle of this year was at Baghdad International Airport in Iraq.

Everyone just wants to finish this job, take a break, and spend the winter there.

Wait until next spring, when the weather is warm, flowers are blooming, grass is growing and birds are singing, then jump out and do it.

But no one expected that some idiot who came from nowhere would directly use a bomb to destroy an American outpost.

The outpost with more than 600 people, including some logistics personnel, about 700 to 800 people, were all wiped out in the bombing.

In addition to this outpost that suffered heavy casualties, other outposts also suffered casualties to varying degrees.

Then, the leader above suddenly jumped out and said that they were the ones who did it.

Now the Americans were worried about not being able to find a reason to stay, and the pigs jumped out and gave the reason along with them.

So, they have suffered a lot these days.

The Americans changed their previous approach to security warfare and chose shameless firepower coverage.

The special forces entered, found the target, and without wasting any time, called in an air strike.

In a few days, from Anbar to Nineveh, from Salahuddin to Tamim, and then to Erbil.

Wherever ISI appeared, it was hit by air strikes.

As a branch of the ISI, they suffered a lot of material losses after several rounds of bombing. As a last resort, a group of people thought about going out to see if they could get supplies, especially weapons and ammunition, from other places.

However, looking at it this way now, even if they find a place to buy weapons and ammunition, others may be afraid of America and not sell weapons to them.

At this moment, the leader, who was over fifty years old, wanted to lead his troops, take a boat south from the Tigris River, go directly to Baghdad, and join the Dawa Party.

But this thought only appeared in his mind for a moment before it was thrown away and disappeared without a trace.

It’s nothing, there are just too many blood debts.

I can’t count them all.

Raising his hands and rubbing his head which was aching from thinking, the bearded leader turned around and said to Jadel:
"Contact the other party and try to persuade them."

"I don't believe there are people in this world who can remain unmoved by the sight of profit."

"It's simply that the money we were given wasn't enough. Do we need money? We don't. We're short of weapons and ammunition!"

"Go!"

The leader waved his hand, and Jardel bowed respectfully with his butt facing outwards, slowly exited the room, went upstairs again, and walked back the way he came.

After Jardel left, the leader looked at the group of people in front of him and said calmly:
"Maybe we should think about our next move."

…………

Suzhou.

Lin Yi sat in front of the computer, watching private messages pop up one after another, but he never responded to them.

The attitude of the private message was humble, but he knew that it was not yet there.

It still needs some heat.

For example, harvest.

After sitting for a while, he edited another sad dynamic and posted it. After that, he picked out a picture of rice harvesting and posted it, and added a text about harvest.

After posting this update, he started stealing pictures on the Internet again.

Steal all kinds of high-definition pictures, steal all kinds of high-definition pictures of rockets, missiles, and mortars.

After stealing the pictures, he opened PS and added some labels and descriptions to the rockets, missiles and mortars, making the pictures look like they were taken after testing.

Put these pictures into folders and organize them into categories.

When he looked up again, Lin Yi realized that it was already three o'clock in the morning.

It's time to sleep.

After washing up and returning to the office, I found a bowl of dumplings and a note on the coffee table.

There was beautiful handwriting on the note.

Liu Daneng has made arrangements with several CEOs. He'll personally send colleagues from the technical department to these companies tomorrow morning, so you don't have to worry.

[The glutinous rice balls are black sesame glutinous rice balls. Add a little more sugar. Eat some to fill your stomach and you'll fall asleep more easily at night.]

"Really good!" Lin Yi exclaimed as he picked up the bowl of glutinous rice balls that had just been taken out of the pot.

The glutinous rice balls are still a little hot when you put them in your mouth.

taste good.

But when he thought about not being able to sleep in tomorrow morning and having to work overtime, Lin Yi became furious.

In the end, he was so angry that he could only comfort himself by saying that he had to make money, do things, and give the person he loved a stable home.

After comforting myself, I finished eating the dumplings.

Wipe your mouth, turn off the lights, and go to sleep.

In the corridor, seeing that the lights in Lin Yi's office were turned off, Ji Shuangshuang, who was wearing thick pajamas, nodded with satisfaction and turned back to the room.

Turn off the lights and go to sleep.

At the same time, dozens of kilometers away, in Jiangkou District, Shanghai.

Tao Zhanpeng stood by the river, braving the cold wind, frowning as he listened to the arrangements on the phone.

"Mr. Tao, please put aside all your messy work for the time being and first check whether there has been any shipment of high-energy explosives from China recently."

"Remember, after you find any clues, don't tell anyone!"

"This time it's very dangerous!"

(End of this chapter)