Absolute Honor

Molov felt that today was a rich day.

He weighed two hundred pounds, holding a roasted leg of lamb weighing more than one kilogram in his hand, puffing up his fat and round skin, and sitting next to the army-branded off-road vehicle, chewing his mouth full of oil.

He received that call 40 minutes ago.

He glanced at the phone number and knew he was going to make a fortune tonight.

Five days ago, a long-time friend of Molov came to the door and said that he would discuss a "business" with him.

Molov is not a brainless master. He can be the commander of the state border guard at the age of forty. In addition to being supported by a brother-in-law who is the commander of the military division, he is also shrewd in his methods and dare to dare to do it. Important reason.

The identity of this friend is very clear to himself. It is said that this person dared to make any money. In recent years, he has been fighting fiercely with some people with extreme organizational background and doing some elusive business.

But don't care about him!

In the past few years, the political arena of j country was turbulent and the society was unstable. The politicians of various factions sang and I appeared on the stage. They said they were engaged in democracy, but it was actually a factional battle. Even Molov, as an officer, had a hard time, his pockets were tight, and the level of alcohol he drank was not as good as every day.

Since the disintegration of that great "motherland", country j, which is not geographically superior, has become a forgotten corner. Unlike the military-industrial town of Ukraine, the army of country j has really nothing to sell except for cattle and sheep on the grasslands. Yes, everything depends on yourself.

From that time on, Molov had long learned to take care of himself and his brothers.

In his words, the loyalty of Qu Te Ma, Lao Tzu is only loyal to his own pockets.

The business brought by this old friend is very simple. A friend of his from Chechnya wanted to make a deal with a certain tribal leader in the town of Shituva, but because it was the first deal, even though the Chechens were famous He is sturdy, but the strong dragon does not suppress the snake. The Chechen friend is still worried about being blackmailed because he wants Molov as a back-up.

If they call Molov to ask for help on the day of the transaction, then Molov can come forward in the name of the border guards, in name, to take the Chechens away, but in fact to protect them.

If the transaction goes smoothly, Molov only needs to open one eye and close one eye. When this hasn't happened, he will also offer a considerable amount of dollar bills.

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

After Morov listened, he rolled his eyes and guessed what kind of "business" this would be.

The tribes in the town of Štuva have been extremely extreme in recent years, and it is said that they have been in close contact with a terrorist organization classified by China as a separatist force. In the past few years, China has carried out anti-terrorism within the country. The lives of these guys are like The grasshoppers after autumn didn't last long, so they all fled abroad.

As the country J close to China, especially during the political turmoil in the past few years, these extremist organizations have the opportunity to not only take root in the tribes along the border, but also establish their own forces.

Doing business with Chechens, Molov can think of what business he is doing with his toes.

Although the relationship between the government of J country and the Chinese government has been getting better and better in the past few years, the upper part made repeated orders not to do something that touched the bottom line of China, and at the same time angered the giant neighbor.

But Molov has his own ideas.

His own territory is poor and partial, as the saying goes, the emperor is far away.

Anyway, he doesn't need to get involved deeply. He just assumes that these Chechens are smuggling alcohol and cigarettes. That sum of money and the improvement of the lives of his subordinates are the key.

So he agreed.

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

The reason is simple. There was a gun battle in the town of Štuva. According to the information provided by the local police department, a special forces squad infiltrated the town, killed the leader Harik, and had a gun battle with the local tribal militia, and finally escaped. trace.

Molov was nervous and happy now.

What's nervous is that this matter involves a lot, a special forces squad? Where is this sacred? Molov is not clear, but recently heard that the special forces of China and country J are holding exchange exercises in the border area. Could it be that those people did it?

Molov felt this matter was a bit tricky.

But I'm glad that the reward from the other party made his Harazi almost flow to the ground.

$500,000.

For Molov, this is really not a small sum.

Moreover, what Molov has to do is very simple, that is, in the name of escort, the Chechens will be sent from the direction of the town of Stova to the border of the neighboring country h. There will be Chechen friends waiting and handing them over. You can do it in your hands.

Molov studied the entire route, and it seemed that they were all within their own territory, escorted in the name of their border guards, and others did not dare to intervene. Unless the regular government forces intercepted the report directly, even tribal armed forces would have no guts. The border troops were blatantly intercepted.

So he agreed.

In the darkness, four beams of car lights pierced the darkness, illuminating Molov's face brightly.

He tore off the last trace of tender meat from the roast leg of lamb, threw the bone on the ground, wiped his hand on the camouflage uniform, turned his head and waved his hand next to the four military vehicles behind him.

"Stop them, go up and see who it is!"

Several soldiers approached with submachine guns and stopped two trucks.

The person in the car shouted to this side in Russian: "Is it Lieutenant Colonel Molov? We are Belenkovic’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 on this kind of road where birds don’t shit. Who else can anyone besides those Chechens?

"Let them come over!"

Molov gave orders to his own hands.

The soldiers stepped aside, and a Chechen with a tall nose, a tall stature, a thick beard, a black cap and camouflage uniform walked towards him.

"Lieutenant Colonel Morov? I am a friend of Belenkovic. My name is Shamili. He said that if you have any difficulties, you can find you. Lieutenant Colonel you are a generous person."

Holding his hands high, Shamili walked to Molov.

"Belenkovic did tell me about you. Let go of your hand, my friend, I think he is a realist besides telling you that I am a generous person." Molov's Those small eyeballs looked at Shamil in front of him, seeming to find the 500,000 U.S. dollar bills from him.

Shamil knew immediately, UU read www.uukanshu. No one in com will fail to see the message in a pair of greedy eyes.

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

"Bring us the gift we gave to the lieutenant colonel."

A Chechen rebel soldier carrying a black suitcase wanted to come here, but was stopped by Molov's men.

Molov waved his hand. He knew that although the Chechens were fierce, they would never be disadvantaged at this time. He was the safest way for them to leave Country J.

The black suitcase was quickly handed over to Shamili.

He put the suitcase on the hood of the off-road vehicle next to Molov and turned the code a few times.

Click—

The lid popped open, and Shamili lifted the lid of the password box.

The neatly packed hundred-dollar bills instantly dyed Molov's eyes green.