I manufacture weapons in the Middle East and am wanted globally?

Li Yang was driving that sixteen-wheeled truck.

When the front of the truck collided with the first pickup truck, the entire pickup was overturned like it was made of paper. The two people in the truck bed were thrown out; one landed on a roadside rock, and the other rolled into a drainage ditch.

A hundred-ton behemoth!!!

Do you know what a 100-ton king is?

Back then, some idiot crashed his car into the 100-ton king, and the crash completely bent the driver's seat. The 100-ton king was so angry that he challenged him to a duel!

To put it bluntly...

Even a tank might not be able to ram a 100-ton behemoth.

Li Yang gripped the steering wheel, his eyes bulging with shock!

Brother Chen pays $8,000 a month.

Eight thousand US dollars.

That's equivalent to more than 50,000 RMB.

You can buy an apartment in the county town after working for a year.

After three years of work, I can afford a down payment on a house in the provincial capital.

Anyone who gets in his way of making money, he'll run them over!

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck—" Khalid cursed under his breath, his hands still moving.

"Get in the car! Stop messing around!" Chen Zheng shouted, waving his hand as he spoke.

Khalid jumped into the Corolla and stepped on the gas without getting a chance to breathe!

The Corolla's tires spun twice in the air on the gravel road, gripped the ground, and the whole car shot forward like it had been launched by a slingshot.

Chen Zheng gripped the handrail on the car door with his left hand, and with his right hand, he stuck the barrel of the AKM out of the car window and fired a burst of bullets haphazardly behind him.

bang bang bang-

The muzzle flashes flickered a few times in the night, and spent cartridges bounced out of the ejection port, landing with a clatter on the seat, burning his thigh.

"Hot! Hot! Hot!"

He put the gun away, brushed the spent cartridges off his pants, which burned a small hole, revealing a red patch of flesh on his thigh.

Khalid glanced in the rearview mirror, made sure no car was following,, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Chen Zheng took out his phone and dialed Li Yang's number.

I answered the phone after it rang once.

"Li Yang".

"Brother Chen!" Li Yang's voice came through the receiver, trembling noticeably. "I rammed them, damn it, I sent them flying, Brother Chen, I sent them flying—"

"What do you mean, 'hit someone'? That's a median strip! Keep moving forward, don't stop."

"I heard you."

Li Yang's voice was a little steadyer, but you could still hear his teeth chattering, "Brother Chen, my eggs have all shrunk back in."

"I'll give you an extra $500 in subsidies."

Li Yang raised his voice on the other end, "The eggs are coming out again!"

"Screw you, just drive properly!"

"clear!"

Chen Zheng took the phone away from his ear and put it in his pocket.

He pulled a new magazine from the door panel, fully loaded with thirty rounds; the gleaming yellow bullets were neatly arranged in the dim light of the instrument panel.

He ejected the old magazine, slammed the new magazine in, pulled the bolt, and chambered the first bullet.

The sound of metal rubbing together was faint but very real in the carriage.

Then he put the gun on his lap, took out a cigarette case from his pocket, and put one in his mouth.

He held the cigarette pack to Khalid's lips.

Khalid opened his mouth, and Chen Zheng stuffed a cigarette into it and lit it for him.

"Damn it, I'm just a businessman, and they insist on making me kill someone, don't you think? I'm a Christian, I'm a kind person, and they still want me to kill!"

Khalid took a drag, and the smoke billowed from his nose, spreading across the windshield.

"Boss, didn't you say you believed in Allah?"

Chen Zheng took the cigarette out of his mouth and flicked off the ash.

"I believe what my customers believe."

Khalid's lips twitched.

"I just want to do business."

Chen Zheng spread his hands, his expression as serious as if he were confessing in church. "I didn't want to kill anyone. I'm a respectable businessman. I always have a smile on my face when negotiating prices, and I never argue with anyone. Don't you think so? If they don't buy, am I supposed to shoot them?"

Khalid did not respond.

Chen Zheng slapped his thigh hard, making a loud "pop" sound, like a firecracker going off.

"Hold!"

Khalid was startled, and the steering wheel even wobbled.

"What's wrong?"

Chen Zheng looked heartbroken, his expression as if he had just discovered he had lost his wallet. "Those Kurds must have something on them! Guns, magazines, US dollars, cell phones."

If you don't get a bargain, then you lose money!

"Boss, you're so greedy."

Chen Zheng glanced at him and said, "Even Jesus was greedy; he stole a few nails even after logging off."

"That... was nailed to the ground."

"So what?"

Khalid immediately shut his mouth; he couldn't win the argument.

The Corolla continued driving forward.

The lights of Della grew farther and farther away, becoming increasingly blurry, until they finally disappeared from the rearview mirror, like a cluster of fireflies about to go out.

Ahead lay rolling hills, dark and menacing, like a pack of giant beasts crouching on the ground.

The highway winds its way through the hills, and the car headlights cut through the night, illuminating a short stretch of gray-white road ahead.

Chen Zheng finished his cigarette and stubbed it out in the ashtray.

The straight-line distance from Dera to the Beka Valley is less than 100 kilometers, but the detours, mountain crossings, and checkpoints made the whole trip take nearly four hours.

Chen Zheng took a nap, and when he woke up, it was almost dawn.

On the eastern horizon, a pale light was slowly spreading, tinging the gray-black hills with a faint golden hue.

"Where are we?" He sat up and rubbed his eyes.

"We're almost at Beka Valley."

Khalid's eyes were red and his voice was hoarse, clearly indicating that he had been driving all night without sleep. "We just passed the last checkpoint, and we'll be there in forty minutes."

Chen Zheng nodded, took out his phone, and made a call to Li Yang.

"Li Yang, let's find a place to park and rest for a bit."

"it is good."

Li Yang's voice on the other end of the phone sounded much better than last night; it wasn't trembling as much.

The car drove for another ten kilometers or so, and then an olive grove appeared by the roadside.

The tree trunk was crooked and twisted, and the leaves were grayish-green, rustling in the morning light.

Next to the woods was a small clearing with compacted soil, several old tires and some empty oil drums on the ground, indicating that people often parked and rested here.

Khalid drove the Corolla into the open space and turned off the engine.

A large truck followed and parked beside them. Its diesel engine roared a few times before shutting off.

The car door opened, and Li Yang jumped out of the driver's seat.

His face was still pale, and his eyes were a little red, but he seemed to be in good spirits. He was wearing a gray T-shirt, the chest area of ​​which was soaked with sweat, leaving a dark patch.

Chen Zheng got out of the Corolla, rummaged through a cardboard box in the back seat and pulled out a few cans of Red Bull, tossing one to Li Yang.

There is no Red Bull in Syria.

It all comes down to smuggling!

Li Yang caught the can, pulled the tab, tilted his head back, and gulped down half of it, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down with loud gurgling sounds. He put down the can, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and let out a long breath.

Chen Zheng glanced at his watch.

It was past five in the morning.

As the morning light grew brighter, the dew on the olive leaves sparkled in the light, like countless tiny diamonds.

There was a cool, grassy scent in the air, mixed with the aroma of earth and dew.

The sound of the minaret of the mosque drifted from afar, long and desolate, like an invisible river flowing through this gray-green land.

"Ten-minute break."

Chen Zheng threw the Red Bull can into the empty oil drum with a clang, "Then continue on our way. We'll rest when we arrive today. Tomorrow, Khalid, you need to find a way to ask the Sheikh for a few generators, preferably over 100KW, the higher the power, the better."

Khalid nodded, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, and stomped it out.

"I'll think of a way."

"If that's not enough, we'll just charge more!"

Khalid: "No problem!"

Ten minutes later.

The three people got into the car.

The Corolla started its engine, and the truck followed behind. The two vehicles drove out of the open space one after the other, turned onto the highway, and continued towards the Beka Valley.

It was getting brighter.

The hills changed from grayish-black to grayish-green, and then from grayish-green to pale gold.

More and more olive trees lined both sides of the road, and vineyards appeared, with rows of grape trellises, vines climbing all over the wires, and leaves shining green in the morning light.

A village appeared in the distance.

The houses with red tiles and white walls are built layer upon layer on the hillside, and wisps of smoke rise from the chimneys on the rooftops, so thin that they are almost invisible in the morning light.

The scenery of the Bekaa Valley unfolds outside the car window like a giant pastoral painting.

After another forty minutes of driving, they arrived at the mountain road that Assam had led them on earlier.

The road branched off from the main road and became a narrow dirt road, with dense bushes and olive trees on both sides, their branches reaching over the road surface and making a rustling sound as they scraped against the roofs of vehicles.

The dirt road winds its way up the mountain, becoming steeper and narrower.

The Corolla's chassis was scraped by gravel several times, producing a harsh metallic scraping sound.

The large trucks following behind had an even greater difficulty.

The truck was loaded with several tons of machine tools, the diesel engine roaring deafeningly, the black smoke from the exhaust pipes smoking the leaves of the trees on the roadside.

We drove to the very end, but the road just wouldn't go any further.

It was a gravel slope with a gradient of over thirty degrees. The road surface was soft, and the tires would slip as soon as they drove over it, with gravel rolling down the slope with a whooshing sound.

The Corolla attempted to make it twice but failed, its tires spinning freely and kicking up a cloud of dust.

Chen Zheng pushed open the car door and jumped out, looking up at the slope.

Less than two hundred meters up the slope is the cave that Sheikh mentioned.

The entrance to the cave was mostly obscured by vines and bushes, but from this angle, a dark outline could be seen, resembling a half-open mouth.

"Get out of the car." He patted the roof of the Corolla.

"Khalid, take Li Yang to the tribe on the north bank of the Yamuq River to find the Sheikh and rest there for a while."

He pointed down the mountain and said, "Get a good night's sleep and come back up tomorrow. I'll keep watch here."

"Brother Chen, why don't I stay?" Li Yang said from the side.

Chen Zheng took out a few banknotes from his pocket, didn't even fold them, and stuffed them directly into Khalid's hand.

"Take this, find a place to eat something good, take a shower, and get some sleep. I'll just lie in the car for a while; you can pick me up tomorrow!"

Khalid said, "You'd better watch yourself."

"What could possibly happen in this place?"

Chen Zheng spread his arms and spun around. "There were only birds and trees, not even a ghost."

Khalid turned around and opened the Corolla's door. Li Yang followed him, opened the window, and waved.

"Brother Chen, call me if anything comes up."

Chen Zheng watched the Corolla drive away, then patted his pockets, realizing he was out of cigarettes. He walked over to the truck and patted the metal of the cargo bed.

"Bald!"

A muffled "gurgle" came from inside the carriage.

The canvas was lifted slightly, and the bald man's round head peeked out, his big eyes blinking, and his grayish-brown skin gleamed strangely in the morning light.

"Come down, let's move things."

"Gurgle!"

The canvas was completely lifted.

Six monstrous laborers jumped off the carriage. The bald man's work clothes were covered in iron filings and oil stains, and Chiang Kai-shek's apron was stained with cutting fluid. The four laborers, Niu Yi, Niu Er, Niu San, and Niu Si, were all covered in dust and dirt.

"Move the things up this slope!"

The bald man tilted his head back, looked at the slope, then at Chen Zheng, and grunted, his voice carrying a nonchalant ease, as if to say—"That's it?"

Four-Eyes and Frog stood to the side, their four long ears twitching slightly in the morning light, their amber eyes fixed on the slope, and they made soft, muffled noises of discussion.

"The slope is 32 degrees, and the road surface friction coefficient is approximately 0.3."

Four-Eyes pushed up his glasses and said in a high-pitched voice, "Demagi weighs 4.8 tons, and with the base and accessories, the total weight is about 5.2 tons."

The frog's long ears perked up. "The problem is the center of gravity. The machine tool's load is not evenly distributed. The center of gravity of the DMG MORI is biased to the left, making it prone to tipping over when going uphill. We need to use double ropes to pull it, pulling it forward and pushing it backward, and control the angle."

"agree."

Four-Eyes nodded, turned around, and shouted in his high-pitched voice to the six laborers, "Double rope traction! Baldy and Chiang Kai-shek, you two pull the main rope from the front! Niu Yi and Niu Er, you two maintain balance on the sides!"

"Goo!" The four laborers responded in unison.

The bald man was squatting on the ground, tying a hemp rope to the DMG MORI.

Chiang Kai-shek helped out from the side, and the two laborers worked together seamlessly, wrapping the rope around the base of the machine tool several times and tying a tight knot.

The bald man slung the other end of the rope over his shoulder. The rope was thicker than Chen Zheng's wrist; it was made of palm fiber, a local Syrian product, and was as rough as sandpaper.

The bald man draped it over his shoulder, the rope leaving a dent in his gray-brown skin, but his expression remained calm and serene, as if he were carrying a sack of cotton.

Chiang Kai-shek stood next to the bald man, also with the rope draped over his shoulder.

Niu Yi and Niu Er stood on either side of the machine tool, their four short, stubby arms supporting the sides of the machine tool.

If the road weren't so difficult to travel, even a monster laborer could lift it up on flat ground.

Anyone who has been to the Middle East knows how difficult their mountain roads are to traverse.

Let me put it this way...

Back then, when Bin Laden hid in this cave, he didn't need to bring many people; it was easy to defend and difficult to attack.

Of course, if you blow up the mountain, then disregard what I said.

Niu San carried the M1432B grinding machine, and Niu Si carried the CAK5085 on his back.

Chen Zheng was carrying a backpack with US dollars inside!

Then walk upwards.

200 meters was easy for those monster laborers; they climbed it in no time, pushed aside the weeds in front of the cave entrance, and entered the cave, which was very quiet inside.

Chen Zheng turned on his phone's flashlight, and the area in front of him lit up immediately.

After walking in for about several dozen meters, there is a corner on the side. Once you go in, the space suddenly opens up!

It's about half the size of a football field.

"Place everything in order! Find a way to level off any bumps on the ground!"

"From now on, this will be our home!"

"Goo!!!" the monster laborer shouted.

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