Become a super arms dealer with the workshop system

Chapter 59 Investigation Team

"First of all, you have to explain to yourself what happened the morning before yesterday. Of course, it is true. I will ask my assistant to record a video to ensure our cooperation goes smoothly."

In fact, it is a confession video, which can be regarded as a layer of double insurance for Han Feng, of course, this is not the point.

"Secondly, I will consider the development of business in Brussels in the future, and I need the help of the colonel." Han Feng picked up the teacup and drank it down: "As for what to do and how to do it, you don't have to ask, just follow my request, of course , cooperation, we will also pay the corresponding compensation."

Han Feng said and pushed the [-] euros in the envelope to Duart: "How?"

The colonel looked at the Huaxia man in front of him and the envelope in his hand as ashes.

Duart knew that once the video was recorded, he might be led by the nose for the rest of his life, but if he chose to refuse, he might lose the rest of his life.

Homeless and living on the streets, it would be better to kill him.

What's more, Boss Han seemed to be very happy when he gave the money, and there seemed to be nothing wrong with it.

"Okay, I agree." Duart slumped on the chair with a slumped face.

After all, recording a video was just a moment of discomfort. He was still the same colonel and officer after leaving this building. As for the matter of obeying a Chinese person...

The Colonel wasn't as racist as Counselor Driveau, and to be fair he didn't like all foreigners, but that didn't matter if there was money to be made.

"Yannick, you use my mobile phone to record, hold it steady, you want to capture Mr. Colonel's face."

Han Feng turned on the mobile phone camera and handed it to Yannick who had been waiting by the side.

The latter watched Han Feng's unilateral suppression of Duart just now.

It was a blast.

He didn't understand before why the Huaxia boss chose to help the Belgians to protect their face, but now looking at the colonel's face like a pleading colonel, and thinking about the other party's arrogance in the past, Yannick's heart is almost only for Han Feng Admiration remains.

After the video was finished, Colonel Duart rested for a full 10 minutes before he barely recovered from his paralysis.

"Mr. Colonel, we will be partners from now on." Han Feng put away his mobile phone and said to Duart, who was as pale as paper: "Then first, you have to do the first thing for me."

"What...what's the matter?" Colonel Duart didn't even want to raise his head.

Han Feng stood up and came to the colonel: "Tell me everything related to your dispatch to CAF this time."

Hearing this request, Duart was relieved. Some things are classified as confidential, but now he has too many lice and doesn’t itch, and he doesn’t care about leaking secrets: “Okay...but I don’t care about some parliamentary struggles. Too clear."

"It's okay, just tell what you know." Han Feng walked to the window and said with his back to Duarte.

Afterwards, the colonel and Han Feng gave a detailed account of the domestic situation, including the struggles in the French-speaking and Dutch-speaking areas, Pascal's attitude, the identity of the counselor, the connection with GISS, and their contingent The purpose of coming to CAF.

after an hour.

"Boss, boss, you are so awesome..." Yannick stood at the door of the repair shop, looked at Duart who was staggering away, and said to Han Feng next to him.

"Soldiers, deceitful way, this is our Huaxia strategy, you still don't understand it." Han Feng straightened his clothes, pretended to be coercive, and then turned back to the repair shop under Yannick's admiring gaze.

At the same time, an ERJ-07LR airliner belonging to the 25th Air Transport Wing of the Belgian Air Force was docking at the end of runway 15R/135L at Brussels' Melsbruck Airport. Go up the boarding ladder and walk into the cabin one by one.

Major de Jong from GISS chose a seat in the middle of the plane and sat down, thinking about his own action plan after arriving at CAF.

Under Pascal's operation, starting from last night, several Belgian left-wing media began to report at length that several women in the country were abducted or forced to join them by the black flag forces, and then they were brutally abused and even forced to become black widows things.

In particular, several high-profile female leaders have also organized supporters to express sympathy for these women, and said that the current weak foreign policy is the main reason for this misfortune.

Just when the major came out of the office before, thousands of female demonstrators had gathered in front of the parliament, and some of the more radical ones even took off their clothes on the street to express their dissatisfaction.

Under the pressure of such public opinion, at noon today, GISS reported to the Ministry of Defense and Parliament that the contingent stationed in CAF had been attacked.

No one, including several women from the Eco-Green Party, dared to criticize the decision to send troops, but they still questioned the circumstances of the attack.

Although only the Belgian army suffered losses in this incident, after all, it was considered that the Pact Organization had been attacked, and it really couldn't be just let it go. So a joint investigation team was quickly established, and De Jong became a member of the team logically. member.

Since Brussels itself is the headquarters of the Convention Organization, and this so-called "investigation" is not the kind of fat job that needs to be rushed, they have shown amazing efficiency. It is expected to arrive at the CAF capital, Bangi, tomorrow. Go to Boda early in the morning under the protection of the UN peacekeeping force.

Of course, in order to show respect for the UN, their personnel will also join the investigation team at that time.

The small Brazilian-made plane can only accommodate about 30 passengers, so as the departure time approached, the interior of the cabin gradually became crowded.

A burly man sat next to Major De Jong. The latter raised his eyelids to take a look, and found that he was wearing a gray-green military uniform that was completely different from the others. He was probably a lieutenant colonel in terms of his rank and age.

The intelligence officer's acuity made the major subconsciously start to search his memory, but he didn't remember any country in the Pact Organization that had uniforms like this, but the other party did wear a sign that participated in this investigation activity around his neck.

Although the investigation team is composed of the countries of the treaty organization, the representatives of each country on this plane have their own thoughts, and the major feels that he should find out the origin of the other party.

"good afternoon."

The major greeted tentatively in English.

"Hello, Mr. Major." The other party's English has a thick tongue, and it sounds like someone from Eastern Europe.

De Jong instantly realized that this should be a soldier from the Ermao side. Although the latter is not a member of the Pact, it has become a so-called "observer country" since last year.

I just don't know who invited the other party to join this trip.

De Jong was not impressed by these rude Eastern Europeans, but looked around and found that the other empty seats next to them were either Gauls or Britons.

"Huh...forget it." The major suddenly felt that the current position was not bad.

The two engines near the vertical tail propelled the regional airliner to accelerate slowly. Major de Jong took out a piece of chewing gum from his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth, then laid down the back of the seat to take a rest.

The range of ERJ135 is not enough to fly directly from Brussels to Bunge, and needs to refuel in Cairo in the middle, so this is a rather long journey.

But the Ermao soldier next to him didn't seem to want to make him happy.

"Mr. Major." Not long after the plane took off, the other party approached De Jong and asked, "Are you Belgian?"

De Jong opened his eyes, he was a little impatient, but the education he received from childhood still made him choose to respond to the other party.

"Yes, my name is De Jong."

"Hello, my name is Dmitry Ochakov." Lieutenant Colonel Ermao made a brief self-introduction: "I would like to ask, who is the CAF currently fighting with, the rebels? Or the black flag?" power?"

After realizing that the other party didn't want to chat, De Jong became more interested.

"Hmm... It's hard to say. Black flag forces, separatist armed forces, and even local terrorists are all threats." De Jong quickly filtered out the unspeakable content in his mind, and then replied.

"What about the situation this time?" Lieutenant Colonel Ochakov asked a slightly sensitive topic.

De Jong chuckled: "Mr. Lieutenant Colonel, if we knew about this problem, there would be no need to sit on this plane."

Ochakov wanted to speak, but at this time two female flight attendants in military uniforms began to distribute meals and drinks to everyone.

"Ice water, thank you." De Jong erected the backrest again, and after the conversation just now, he didn't feel much sleepy.

Ochakov next to him got a glass of red wine - he would have liked whiskey or vodka, but the plane does not provide such spirits.

"Where did we just talk about?" The lieutenant colonel put the cup on the table in front of him: "Oh yes, some people even dare to attack the army's camp now, so what about other foreigners in CAF, such as businessmen, or Mining workers?"

"There are not many such people, Mr. Lieutenant Colonel." De Jong explained: "The local army of the CAF is vulnerable, so they are either within the protection of the peacekeeping force, or... they can only find their own way gone."

"Think of it yourself..." Ochakov smiled satisfied when he heard this: "Thank you for your answer, Mr. Major."

"Speaking of which, I also want to ask you." De Jong said and looked at a British officer sitting behind him, and after confirming that the latter was wearing a headset, he continued to ask: "I heard that last month Is it true that a Pact colonel was lost at Jabaltsevo?"

Originally, the major had planned for the other party to avoid talking or go around in circles, but Ochakov nodded directly: "That's right. The reason you announced to the outside world was that you committed suicide because of depression."

"Is that so?"

This answer made De Jong think of Colonel Duart who was in the CAF. Of course, the latter is still alive at this time, but the same explanation seems to be applicable to his subordinates...

(End of this chapter)