Location: Armenia, border area north of Sithian and Azerbaijan.

Time: 5:45 pm.

In the boundless forest, a two-lane cement road winds through the forest and extends into the endless border. Neil breathes a sigh of relief after passing the heavily guarded border.

Recently, the tension in the Nagorno-Karabakh (Narcoticola) region has become increasingly intense. Although the conflict between Armenia and Azerbaijan has not yet broken out, a few days ago, I heard that the Asian side killed four Azerbaijani soldiers who crossed the border, and the conflict was almost about to break out. Under such an unfavorable situation, it is logical that Neil should not take over this order. However, the employer generously gave at least 5,000 US dollars commission, which really made Neil unable to refuse. He needs to eat, and newborn children need to live even more. If the conflict really breaks out in the Nagorno-Karabakh region, then he will have to face the situation where there is no business for a long time, so this order seems more important.

Gripping his teeth and thinking about it, Neil finally took over the order.

Smart people never like nonsense. Neil, who has been on this road for a long time, will not ask questions even if he knows that his employer is not a simple person.

"How long will it take?" The bearded man sitting in the passenger seat looked at least forty-five or six years old. He was very strong. He had a mouthful of Armenian with Chirac flavors. I don't know what he was doing in this place.

“A maximum of twenty minutes.”

Neil replied.

"Is there a sentry in front?" asked the bearded man in a low voice.

“There’s another one.”

"You should be clear about what to do."

"Of course, I understand." Neil replied.

As Neil said, the truck drove on the bumpy concrete road for about five minutes, and a sentry ahead appeared within the sight of the two of them.

There were only three soldiers on duty on the post, holding cigarettes and carrying rifles lazily. Seeing the truck coming slowly, they waved their hand to signal the truck to stop.

"Neil?" The soldier who walked up to see Neil who stuck out the window and smiled, "It's you bastard again, why? Do you still need to deliver goods now?"

"Yes, you know, my daughter was just born."

"Oh my god, I remember you already have three children, right?" The soldier was shocked.

“To be precise, there are five of them this time…”

Neil said helplessly: "My wife gave birth to me twins."

"Then you are really unfortunate."

"Who said no?" Neil smiled bitterly.

"I think the first thing you need to do next time is to take protective measures."

The soldier laughed and said, "Otherwise, you'll just commit suicide next time."

"Remember your honest advice, soldiers. Come, the American goods that just arrived."

He threw a pack of cigarettes to the soldier, and Neil pointed at the bearded man next to him: "This is my friend, come and help me check the goods, there is no problem with his identity."

After glanced at the bearded man, the soldier turned around with a cigarette and waved his hand: "Let it go."

The lifting rod gradually rose, Neil blew the accelerator and the truck drove by quickly.

The bearded man slowly let go of his right hand that was touching his waist, looked straight ahead, and watched as a deserted oil refinery appeared in his eyes after more than ten minutes of travel. This oil refinery built in the Soviet Union has been abandoned for more than 30 years. Since no one has visited him for a long time, many places are full of various weeds.

Not to mention those towering tower equipment, heating furnaces, compressors and various pumps, the appearance is full of rust and broken holes, and there is no value for recycling.

"Chichi..."

After Neal stepped on the brakes, the truck stayed in the open space full of sand, which was truly arriving at the destination of the order.

“Is it OK to get here?”

Neil asked.

"Okay, this is the commission this time."

He took out a stack of banknotes, handed them to Neil, and said, "Do you need to wait a little longer? If you are willing to send us back..."

"You still need to send it back? There is no explanation in advance." Neil said dissatisfied.

"I'm sorry, so the commission is $10,000."

"Ten thousand US dollars?" Neil was shocked and hesitated. He should have left here immediately, but he didn't expect that the other party would give such a high commission price. This money is enough for him to work for several months. Now, as long as he agrees to send them back, it is as simple as sending them over. So should he agree?

"This is a deposit of 5,000 US dollars."

Just as Neil was still hesitating, the bearded man took out a stack of banknotes and stuffed them into Neil's arms. The average thickness of the banknotes made Neil, who was still hesitating, immediately made up his mind.

"Okay, then I hope you can hurry up." Neil quickly stuffed the banknotes into his arms and agreed in one go.

He smiled and did not answer Neil's words, the bearded man pushed open the car door and walked down.

When he arrived at the back of the truck, he opened the door of the carriage and squatted in the back carriage and shot his eyes.

“Go to the place.”

At the end of one sentence, eight strong men squatting in the car jumped out of the car with weapons one after another. Two of them held silver hand-locked password boxes and finally got off the car.

“Is it time?”

"I'll have to wait a little longer."

The bearded man looked down at his watch. It was 6:06 in the afternoon, and it was a few minutes before the agreed 6:00.

The rest of the people spread according to their directions and occupied a favorable position. Two of them went up to the refining tower and stood at a high altitude to observe the entire refinery to guard against other problems.

The other party is punctual in accordance with the time.

Half a minute before the agreed time, three black Hummers drove in from another direction of the refinery and slowly stopped next to the truck in turn.

Neil sat in the truck driver's seat, chewing gum, trying to avoid contacting the group of people preparing for the transaction. Although he had transported banned weapons and banned equipment many times in more than ten years, it was the first time he saw the transaction site and could not help but feel nervous.

The bearded men came from Azerbaijan but came here to trade. They didn't look like people who were officially transporting equipment for bans. Who were they?

No matter how curious he was in his heart, Neil could not ask questions that he shouldn't have asked.

But just in case, he touched the guns under the mat. At the time of need, these are important things that can ensure that his interests are not damaged.

Obviously, neither party can fully trust each other in this kind of transaction. Just like the bearded man, most of the people who came out of the Hummer are fully armed personnel, so it is normal to hold common weapons such as AK.

The bearded man didn't care about this. He stared at the man wearing sunglasses from the car. When he came to him, he asked, "Have you brought the things?"

"certainly."

The man in sunglasses signaled to the person next to him. After a while, someone brought the thing over. It was a box that was twice as big as a portable password box. It was placed on the container and asked the bearded man to walk over to check it out.

From Neil's perspective, I don't know what it was, but when I saw the bearded man talking to the earphones in his ear for a while, he seemed to have confirmed something, and raised his head and mumbled a few words, naturally someone put the suitcase on and opened it.

Compared to the angle where someone was blocked, there was no one blocking the suitcase here. So Neil saw at a glance that there were piles of US dollars in the suitcase. Judging from the thickness, it was at least one million.

What kind of transaction is more than one million US dollars?

The pupils were tightening, and Neil's mouth chewing gum couldn't help but pause. The money was enough to buy a large number of individual weapons and equipment, supporting a low-fire street battle in the streets of the city without any pressure, especially in the interlaced areas of Georgia, Armenia and Azerbaijan where arms are flooded, this money obviously can buy more arms.

Neil was secretly shocked. He had never seen so much cash in his life. It would be great if the money was his own. Then he would never do this trick again and go home to retire and enjoy the warmth of his family.

Regret is regretful after all, at least 20 armed personnel at the scene, but he was not capable of snatching food from the tiger's mouth.
Chapter completed!