Chapter 149

Molov thought it was a day to get rich.

With a weight of 200 pounds, he grabbed a roast lamb leg of more than one kilogram in his hand, puckered his fat and round ass, and sat half by the cross-country vehicle with the j border guard brand, gnawing his mouth full of oil.

He got the call 40 minutes ago.

Glancing at the phone number, he knew he was going to make a fortune tonight.

Five days ago, a friend of molov's for many years came to the door and said he wanted to talk about a "business" with him.

Molov was not a brainless master. He was able to join the position of commander of the state border defense army at the age of 40. In addition to being supported by his brother-in-law who was the commander of the military division, his shrewd means and daring to think and do were also important reasons for his prosperity.

The friend's identity is very clear. It is said that he dares to make any money. In recent years, he has been in hot with some people with extremist organization background and has done some shady business.

But whatever!

A few years ago, the political arena of country J was turbulent and the society was unstable. Politicians of all factions sang and I came on stage. They said that they were engaged in democracy. In fact, it was a factional struggle, fighting to the death. No one had engaged in economic construction for a long time. Even molov, an officer, had a hard time. He was tight in his pocket, and the quality of his wine was getting worse day by day.

Since the disintegration of the great "motherland", country j, which is not geographically superior, has become a forgotten corner. Unlike other countries with military background, the army of country j has nothing to sell except cattle and sheep on the grassland. Everything depends on itself.

Since that time, molov has learned to take care of himself and his brothers.

In his words, to be especially loyal, Lao Tzu is only loyal to his own pocket.

The business brought by this old friend is very simple. One of his friends from iqiqiqiya wants to make a deal with a tribal leader in shtuva town here, but because it is the first deal, although iqiya people are famous and tough, the strong dragon does not pressure the local leader, the iqiya friend is still worried about being eaten by the black, because he wants molov as a backup.

If they call molov to ask for help on the day of the transaction, molov can come forward in the name of the border guard, nominally taking away the iqcrians entering the country and secretly protecting them.

If the deal goes well, molov only needs to turn a blind eye. When it doesn't happen, he will also present a considerable amount of US dollars.

Of course, if molov needs to be used, the reward will be more than several times.

Molov listened, and as soon as he turned his eyes, he guessed what "business" it would be.

The tribes on the other side of shituwa town have become more and more extreme in recent years. It is said that they also have close contacts with a terrorist organization listed as a separatist force by state Z. state Z has implemented high-pressure anti-terrorism in China in recent years. These guys' days are like grasshoppers after autumn. They can't jump for long, so they all fled abroad.

As country j, which is close to country Z, these extremist organizations have an opportunity to take advantage of the political turmoil in the past few years. They not only take root in the tribes along the border, but also establish their own forces.

When doing business with iqcrians, molov could think of what business he was doing with his fingers.

But molov has his own ideas.

His territory is poor and partial, just as the so-called mountain is high and the emperor is far away.

Anyway, he didn't go deep into it. He thought these iqcrians were smuggling wine and cigarettes. The money and his subordinates were the key to improving their lives.

So he promised.

Tonight, before the phone rang, molov knew he was going to make a fortune.

The reason is very simple. There was a gun battle in shituwa town. According to the information fed back by the local police department, a special force team sneaked into the town, killed the leader halik, had a gun battle with the local tribal militia, and finally escaped without a trace.

Molov was nervous and happy now.

The tension is, it's a big deal. A special forces team? What the hell is this? Molov didn't know about it and didn't care.

But recently I heard that the special forces of country Z and country j held exchange exercises in the border areas. Is it those people who moved their hands?

This is the only thing that makes molov feel a little tricky.

But happily, the reward offered by the other party almost made his saliva flow to the ground.

$500000.

For molov, this is really not a small amount.

Moreover, the simple thing to do is to escort the iqcrians from the direction of shituwa town to the nearby border of state h. There will be iqcrians' friends waiting and handed them over.

Molov has studied the whole route. It seems that they are all within their own territory and escorted in the name of their own border defense forces, but others dare not intervene. Unless the regular government forces receive reports and intercept directly, even the tribal armed forces have no courage to openly intercept the border defense forces.

So he agreed.

In the darkness, four lights pierced the darkness and shone all over molov's face.

He tore off the last bit of tender meat from the roast lamb leg, threw the bone on the ground, wiped his hands on the camouflage suit, turned back and waved to the men next to the four military vehicles behind him.

"Stop them and go up and see who they are!"

Several soldiers came forward with submachine guns and stopped two trucks.

The people on the bus shouted in Russian: "is this lieutenant colonel molov? We are berenkovich's good friends! He introduced us to you."

Molov's heart suddenly brightened.

In fact, in the middle of the night, two ural trucks drove to the road where birds don't shit. Who else can there be except those iqcrians?

"Let them come!"

Molov gave orders to his men.

The soldiers let him go. An iqcrian with a tall nose, a thick beard, a black brimless hat and a camouflage suit came towards him.

"Lieutenant Colonel molov? I'm a friend of berenkovich. My name is shamili. He said he can come to you if he has any difficulties. Lieutenant colonel, you're a generous man."

Holding his hands high, shamili came to molov.

"Berenkovich did tell me about you. Put down your hand, my friend. I think he is a realist in addition to telling you that I am a generous man." molov's small eyes looked at shamili in front of him, as if to find the $500000 cash from him.

Shamili immediately realized that no one would fail to see the message in a pair of greedy eyes.

He turned back and snapped his fingers in the direction of the Ural truck.

"Bring our present to the colonel."

An iqcrian rebel soldier carrying a black suitcase wanted to come here and was stopped by molov's men.

Molov waved his hand. He knew that although the iqcrians were fierce, they would never be bad for themselves at this time. They were the safest way for them to leave country J.

The black suitcase was soon handed over to shamili.

He put his suitcase on the hood of the SUV next to molov and turned the code a few times.

Click——

The lid popped open and shamili lifted the top cover of the password box.

The neat hundred dollar bill instantly dyed molov's eyes green.