World nuclear peace starts with the creation of an umbrella company

Even if Gorbachev did not reform, the various contradictions and problems accumulated from history and reality would lead the superpower empire of Russia to its demise step by step.

It's just a matter of time.

A few minutes later, the cargo was loaded.

The huge Boeing 747 aircraft slowly entered the runway and took off.

The last one rushed into the sky and disappeared into the horizon...

A great arms dealer.

About to rise!

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Lviv.

Founded in 1256, it borders Poland and is the main city in western Ukraine. It is also the main industrial, cultural and educational center of Ukraine, with many large factories and famous ancient buildings.

Lviv is covered in snow in November, and everything is white as far as the eye can see.

The sky is just getting light.

In the sky, a large civilian transport plane Boeing 747 from the United States slid onto the runway of Lviv International Airport in the wind and frost.

I saw the tires, which were nearly two meters high under the belly of the plane, roughly rolling over the smooth runway, making a harsh braking sound!

Finally, it stopped steadily at the designated airport, and the ladder truck that had been waiting for a long time immediately pulled up.

As the hatch opens...

Chu Zihang, in high spirits, took Victor and others and got off the plane via the ladder truck.

With his feet on the ground, Chu Zihang felt an extremely satisfying sense of security.

Although the journey went smoothly without any unexpected problems, Chu Zihang still felt uneasy about the plane.

Everyone says airplanes are safe, but in his opinion, they are the least safe. So in his previous life, when he was on a business trip, he would rather take the high-speed train than a plane.

At this moment, Victor's eyes locked on a military jeep that was speeding towards them, and he quickly warned, "Boss, there's a car coming!"

Chu Zihang looked in the direction of the voice and saw a military jeep driving towards him quickly.

With one final beautiful drift, it stopped steadily in front of them.

A black-bearded officer with the rank of colonel on his shoulders got off the car. His belly was as big as a pregnant woman in her 10th month. His uniform could no longer hold his huge body.

At the same time, a guard holding a submachine gun followed down, his blue eyes staring at Chu Zihang and the others with extreme vigilance.

It seemed that as long as the officer gave the order, he would raise the submachine gun in his hand and shoot Chu Zihang and others.

However, when the officer approached, Chu Zihang smelled alcohol.

They are indeed a fighting nation of drunkards!

If this happened in the Chinese army, would they dare to drink?

Just wait for a serious warning and solitary confinement!

The pot-bellied, black-bearded officer glanced at Chu Zihang and the others and asked, "Which of you is Nicholas Yuri?"

"Your Excellency, I am Nicholas Yuri. I presume you are Ivan Ivanovich, commander of the 103rd Border Defense Division?"

"Nice to meet you, General."

After saying that, Chu Zihang smiled and stretched out his hand.

He had done his homework before coming. The names of Wukelan people are composed of the first name, the father's name in the middle and the last name at the end. If peers address each other, they must add the other person's father's name, which is a sign of respect.

Calling someone by their first name is something that should be done between elders and relatives. If you call them by the wrong name, it can easily lead to misunderstandings.

When Ivan Ivanovich Ivanov saw that Chu Zihang was actually a Chinese, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then a brilliant smile broke out on his old face.

He straightened his clothes before extending his hand to shake hands with Chu Zihang.

"Mr. Nicholas is actually Chinese? That's rare. I thought it was one of those white pigs from Sam's group!"

"I like Chinese food, but the Chinese restaurant in Lviv is run by an Indian. I want to vomit when I think about them cooking for me with their hands that have been used to wipe their buttocks."

"If you have the chance to come to Chinatown in the United States, I will definitely take you to try the most authentic Chinese food. It is definitely the most delicious food in the world." Chu Zihang said politely.

"We will definitely become good friends."

"No." Chu Zihang's expression faltered, and he shook his head. "We are brothers. We will never forget the help the Davari clan has given our motherland. We will always be brothers."

"Haha, yes, we are brothers."

Victor on the side looked at Ivan Ivanovich Ivanov who was laughing and the boss with a serious expression.

The corners of their eyes twitched slightly, and the corners of their mouths twitched slightly. These two are really good at acting, right?

Even an Oscar-winning actor would feel ashamed in front of you two!

Still the Davari family?

An arms dealer talking about history?

And the corrupt general is recalling the martyrs?

Victor felt his scalp tingling and could hardly bear to listen any longer.

Fortunately, both of them knew that this was obviously not the time to reminisce, so they changed the subject and got back to the point.

"Nicholas, although the broker has already communicated with me, I still need to see your goods first as required."

Ivan Ivanovich Ivanov rubbed his hands and said with an embarrassed expression.

"No problem at all."

Chu Zihang shrugged, then turned his head and ordered Victor: "Open the cargo hold immediately and show the goods to our customers."

"Yes, boss."

Victor nodded and immediately waved to the pilot at the front of the plane.

The pilot understood and immediately opened the tail door of the plane.

Chapter 15: Buy six T-72 main battle tanks and get one free, bargain price

clack clack...

As the tailgate under the belly of the aircraft opened, the cargo inside was revealed.

Ivan Ivanovich looked through the opened gap with his eyes wide open.

Suka Bulie!

This stuff weighs dozens of tons, right?

Chu Zihang glanced at the expression of Ivan Ivanovich next to him, and a smile appeared on his face.

Once people become greedy, it's easy to deal with.

As the old saying goes, money makes the world go round!

If you can't push it, it only means that the money you gave is not enough.

There is nothing that cannot be solved by throwing money at it.

Therefore, Chu Zihang felt more confident about the upcoming trip.

The tailgate on the belly of the aircraft is fully opened.

Chu Zihang took the lead and entered the cargo hold. He came to a box labeled "wine" and took a look at it.

Then he snapped his fingers, "Victor, bring the knife."

"Yes, boss."

Victor took out a sharp paratrooper knife from his waist, walked quickly to Chu Zihang and handed him the knife.

Take the paratrooper knife.

Chu Zihang reached into the box without saying a word, then pulled it hard.

Click!

The paratrooper's knife instantly cut a long hole, revealing the white wine inside.

The words on the liquor bottle are not foreign languages, but familiar Chinese characters.

There were five unadorned characters on it: "Red Star Erguotou."

See Erguotou come into view.

Chu Zihang smiled slightly. He believed that there was no big-haired man who didn't like this wine.

Taking out the wine, Chu Zihang turned around and handed it to General Ivan Ivanovich who came over.

"General, this is the white wine from our hometown. It's very strong. Try it."

From the moment Chu Zihang opened the box, Ivan Ivanov's eyes never left it.

His dog nose had already smelled the scent through the wine bottle. No big hairy man can refuse liquor, especially strong liquor.

There's nothing a little liquor can't solve, and if it can't, just have a few more bottles.

How do you say something?

Birdie Vodka, less ruthless talk!

"Nicholas, this is not good, right? I have military duties later and can't drink." Ivan Ivanovich stared at Erguotou and pretended to refuse.

"General, this is not wine, it's just a drink." Chu Zihang said with a smile.

"Drinks? Oh yes, it's a drink."

Ivan Ivanovich understood what he meant and quickly took the Erguotou from Chu Zihang's hand.

Gulu!

His throat rolled, and he honestly unscrewed the bottle cap, then raised his head and gulped down the liquid impatiently.

In the blink of an eye, he showed off a bottle of Erguotou in front of everyone.

Chu Zihang rolled his eyes at this scene. They were indeed a fighting nation. They were not drinking liquor at all, but beer.

belch!

A burp.

Ivan Ivanovich licked his lips and savored the taste, but he still seemed unsatisfied.

"Nicholas, this is the best drink I've ever had, second only to vodka. Can I have another bottle?"

"General, please."

Chu Zihang smiled and took out another bottle of Erguotou from the box and handed it over.

This time Ivan Ivanovich stopped after drinking one-third of the wine, his rosacea red as a circus clown.

He wiped his mouth and said happily: "Dawali, we are brothers forever."

"Now, I'll show you my goods."

Ivan Ivanovich enthusiastically put his arm around Chu Zihang's shoulders and was about to take him to his jeep.

"General, what about my men?"

Chu Zihang naturally couldn't put himself in danger, so he quickly pointed at Victor and others.

"piece of cake."

Ivan Ivanovich patted his chest, picked up the radio hanging in the car, and talked to it incoherently.

After a while.

A black Volga sedan and a troop carrier drove up to Ivan Ivanovich, Chu Zihang and others.

A squad of soldiers got off the troop carrier, each holding a submachine gun and fully armed.

Chu Zihang showed a hint of doubt and asked:

"General, you are..."

"Nicholas, don't get me wrong!"