Become a super arms dealer with the workshop system

Chapter 31 Chemical Weapons Risks
On the other side, at the corner not far away, Han Feng was hiding his whole body behind a house with only half of his head exposed, observing the situation in front of Huang Qiao's shop with a look of shock.

Through the moonlight, he could vaguely see five cars parked there, and a group of black figures were going back and forth between the convoy and the entrance of the hotel, as if they were carrying something.

The movements of these people were very stealthy, without any additional lighting, probably because they were all wearing low-light night vision equipment.

If Han Feng hadn't caught the flash of light when the store door opened a few minutes ago, he might have bumped into the faces of the group of people unprepared.

His first reaction was to turn on the radar to identify the enemy and the enemy. Fortunately, these people were all displayed in yellow, neither enemy nor friend, at least not yet hostile to Han Feng.

But obviously, Huang Qiao, the honest person in Han Feng's heart, probably still has a lot of secrets behind him.

In an instant, Han Feng wanted to understand many things.

For example, that French reporter, Antoine, was probably in the same group as Huang Qiao. When the three of them met for the first time, the other party's various strange behaviors could be completely explained if they were exchanging codes.

After looking at the corner for about ten minutes, Han Feng still decided not to provoke these uninvited guests, and slowly backed away, planning to go back to the repair shop to rest by another route.

At the same time in the restaurant, the topic of several people gradually developed to the Belgians stationed nearby.

"Boss, if the civil war breaks out, will the Belgians... be a problem? After all, Borda is the rear of the CAF's army." Antoine asked cautiously.

One sentence made Prigogine and the woman next to him look at him with strange eyes: "The Belgians...Although they are also our opponents, if we must talk about civil war, they should be standing... Here."

"Ok?"

Antoine and Huang Qiao looked up in surprise at the same time: "Aren't they allies of the French?"

Prigogine looked at the two stunned people in front of him, and quickly realized the crux of the matter: "No, the Belgians are here to replace the French, not to help them."

"I seem to know...what's the problem..." An Tuowan looked at Huang Qiao beside him, feeling a little dry in his mouth.

What he was talking about was obviously what he was suspected by Han Feng a few days ago.

In fact, this matter cannot be regarded as Antoine’s fault. As a person who has been in charge of commercial affairs in North America for a long time, he normally believes that Belgium and France should be allies, but ignores their conflict of interest in central Africa .

"what is the problem?"

Prigokin next to him also suddenly became nervous.

"Oh, it's not particularly serious. This is another thing I want to report to you. About half a year ago, a new Chinese businessman came to the local area, named Han Feng..."

Antoine and Huang Qiao spoke to each other and spent ten minutes introducing the general situation of Han Feng to Prigogine, as well as Antoine's idea of ​​cooperating with the latter.

"Hmm..." Prigokin crossed his legs, leaned on his seat and pondered for a moment: "If we cooperate... the key point is his position. It must be confirmed that he is not from the Pact Organization, and his ability, if Just selling a few guns won't do much for us, as for the source of the weapons... don't worry too much about it."

Antoine nodded: "Before you came here, I was afraid of accidents, so I didn't have direct contact with him. After this incident is over, I'm going to find out the details of this person."

"I've been thinking..." Huang Qiao said through Antoine's words, "Would Han Fengfeng be from Huaxia..."

Prigokin waved his hand indifferently: "It doesn't matter, we have no differences of interests in Africa and Khitan, but the goals are similar. If it's like you said...it's actually better."

"Hush——" Just as the three of them were having a lively chat, Melnikova, who had been silent beside her, suddenly put her index finger in front of her lips, signaling for everyone to silence, and turned her head slightly, listening intently.

A few seconds later, she said to the three with a solemn expression: "There is the sound of an engine, it seems to be a truck."

CAF's minerals and timber are transported to Cameroon by road for export. In order to improve efficiency and ensure safety, many local drivers work in teams of two, and it is normal for them to pull goods at night.

So under normal circumstances, it's just a truck, so it wouldn't be so nervous, even if it was seen, it wouldn't be a big problem.

But after all, there is a Belgian army stationed nearby, so it is better to be careful anyway.

"Tell everyone to stop for a while and hide first, just in case."

The boss spoke in Russian to the Echo, who then radioed the rest of the crew who were outside fueling and loading supplies.

In less than ten seconds, everyone stopped what they were doing and began to guard around the vehicle.

As the low-pitched sound of the diesel engine was getting closer, the team members on guard towards the intersection saw a light truck passing by with low-light night vision goggles.

However, the strange thing is that there didn't seem to be anything loaded on the car, and the car didn't turn on the lights, just driving in the dark night like this.

Nearly everyone here has accepted wearing night vision goggles to drive in low light conditions, but this is in Afrika.

After a few minutes of silence, when it was basically confirmed that there would be no second car, a team member reported the situation to the echo in the room, and then got a response that they could continue to move.

After more than ten minutes, the team that had completed the supplies returned to Huang Qiao's restaurant one after another, and the latter also brought out the food he had prepared, but there was only a small amount per table on average.

"I didn't expect so many of you to come, that's all."

"It doesn't matter, it's enough. Hot food and a relaxing environment can help relieve stress. You don't need a lot." Melnikova gently forked a piece of beef into her mouth and said while chewing.

"After eating, everyone take a break in batches and don't mess up Boss Huang's shop. We will leave on time at 05:30." Prigokin didn't eat anything, but stood up and patted Melnikova shoulder: "I'll go with you to the car."

Echo, who had been by the side, quickly put down the plate of fried rice in his hand, and walked out after him.

The three came to the side of the Ural truck, Echo stayed outside to guard, while the other two opened the door and got in.

Ten seconds later, a small parabolic antenna slowly stood up, and then began to rotate and adjust its direction.

Due to the relatively sufficient capacity, the only Ku-band satellite communication terminal in the fleet was installed on this Ural truck.

At the same time, in the distant space, a "Meridian" military communication satellite is slowly approaching the sky over Africa along a large elliptical orbit.

It was designed to provide continuous high-bandwidth communication capabilities to high latitudes in the northern hemisphere, especially near the North Pole, together with six other satellites of the same type.

As a price, the large elliptical orbit it adopts sacrifices the coverage of low latitudes and the southern hemisphere. CAF is located near the equator, and only 2-3 hours a day can capture the signal of the meridian, and these times are also scattered into several part.

"Well, any news?"

Prigokin looked at the computer in Melnikova's hand and asked.

The two had just received a document from the headquarters via satellite. Prigokin, as the leader of the entire team, naturally had the authority to read it, but the complicated chemical symbols on it made him dizzy.

"Simply put, the SSO cooperated with Haftar's National Army in Liberia to launch a raid. Through the captured documents and documents, it ruled out the possibility of the black flag forces stealing chemical weapons."

Melnikova said that she closed the lid of the computer, and put aside the PKM machine gun that was obstructing behind her: "After inspection, the so-called gas bombs in the warehouse of the Black Flag forces are only filled with some aromatic hydrocarbons. It produces a little pungent smell, but basically no lethality."

"So those chemical weapons were really lost, or were they used by Haftar in private?" Prigogine touched his bald head: "Based on what I know about him, it should never be ruled out. possibility."

Melnikova shook her head: "This should be something for you to judge, but it can be confirmed that the victims of suspected chemical weapons attacks in Mali and Niger are real, and the symptoms are very similar to G poisoning. Definitely not inhaling the usual aromatics."

Then she seemed to be afraid that the big boss in front of her would not understand, so she added another sentence: "It's a nerve agent, the typical representatives are Soman and Tabun."

"But I heard that the attack did not result in any deaths. Shouldn't these things be easily fatal?" Prigokin asked while rubbing his chin.

As a restaurant tycoon who was born selling sausages, he really didn't know much about these things.

"This explanation is more complicated." Melnikova shrugged: "In short, the spread of chemical weapons is limited, and the actual power in open areas is only about one thousandth of the theoretical value."

Prigokin looked at the expressionless woman in front of him, and couldn't be sure for a moment if she was comforting him.

In fact, Melnikova is not an employee of the federal government, let alone a soldier, but has a cooperative relationship with the FSB (Federal Security Service).

Born in a wealthy family, she claims to be an idealist, and it is true from her resume. During her studies at Novosibirsk University, Melnikova went to Africa many times at her own expense to deal with Lassa fever and Ebola outbreak.

Of course, the kind with a gun.

"If it's okay, I'm going to get ready to rest."

Melnikova sat on the other side of the bed and gave Prigogine a polite dismissal.

(End of this chapter)