Yang Tianyi did not rush to the Middle East to find Yuri Orlov, but chose to return to the Elysium World to make preparations.
After all, Lebanon, a country located on the east coast of the Mediterranean Sea, has a fateful destiny. This can be seen just by looking at its two neighbors - it borders Syria to the east and north, the famous troublemaker Israel to the south, and only one to the west. Relying on the Mediterranean Sea allowed her to escape the dilemma of being surrounded by various natural and man-made disasters.
Yuri and the shop owner Melissa said that there were opportunities for him in Lebanon, which was not just talk, because since April 1975, Lebanon has been plunged into a long and brutal civil war with no end in sight.
Five months after the war began, street fighting in Beirut, the capital of Lebanon, caused losses of up to 8 billion pounds. At that time, the sidewalks of Beirut were filled with the bodies of soldiers and civilians, and the rubble and ruins of broken buildings could be seen everywhere.
If Yang Tianyi remembers correctly, this civil war lasted for nearly 16 years and did not end until 1990. August 1981, the year the Fusion World was in, was the moment when the warring parties were in full swing.
Even though the Christian Phalangist forces in Syria and Lebanon reached a temporary ceasefire agreement in July, the other two protagonists in the civil war, the Palestinian armed organizations and other religious armed forces, were unwilling to let it go.
Their armies are still gearing up on major battlefields in the country, ready to launch the next round of attacks against all enemies who are not in the same camp as them.
And I don’t know if the fusion of world fragments had a certain impact on the direction of the war. The multinational forces composed of the United States, France, Italy and other countries arrived two full years in advance and stationed in the areas occupied by Christian armed forces in 1980 in an attempt to defend these same faiths. Yes, pro-Western allies "supported" it.
However, not long after, the U.S. Embassy in Beirut and the multinational garrison headquarters were successively attacked by suicide bombs and unknown air power, killing and injuring hundreds of people.
And as the war situation further deteriorated, the multinational coalition forces, which had no hope of peace at all, withdrew hastily after being stationed for less than a year, leaving behind a large amount of weapons and equipment that could not be taken away or were not worth taking away.
These weapons and equipment are exactly the opportunities Yuri mentioned.
Thousands of brand-new M16 assault rifles that have never been fired are priced by kilogram. Buy two get one free and buy three get one free of various light and heavy machine guns are the most common promotion methods.
If you spend more than $50,000, you can become a premium customer of the U.S. Army and are eligible to purchase anti-tank weapons and a variety of almost brand-new armored vehicles.
Unfortunately, Yuri and his brother Vitaly Orlov were not the owners of these weapons, and the American Army's salary in the 1980s was very low, forcing many small and powerful officers to "find another way to make a living." .
Therefore, when arms dealers from all over the world swarm in and stuff piles of dollars, pounds or rubles into their pockets, there will soon be an army officer called "Lieutenant Colonel Sarden" representing his colleagues. and subordinates came to collect the profits due to the military.
Compared with an independent arms dealer, Yuri is just a fig leaf or white glove used by the military to hide the truth. If the matter is exposed and someone needs to go to jail for this, Yuri will be pushed to the stage by the "Lieutenant Colonel Thaden" behind the scenes, go through the formalities in the court, and then continue to work for them after being shut up for a while.
Yuri does not object to becoming the fig leaf and white glove of the American Army, but the income he can earn as a middleman is indeed too small, and it is completely out of proportion to the risks he takes.
At least that's what he thought.
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It was another sunny day. Early in the morning, brothers Yuri and Vitali took several arms dealers and their bodyguards and walked through the buildings that had been turned into ruins by bombs and endless street fighting.
"Gentlemen! As far as I know, our allies have advanced the front line dozens of kilometers, so you don't have to worry about safety issues!"
Seeing that the mercenary in charge of security around the customer had been scanning the surrounding environment with a gun in his hand, Yuri smiled and said: "If it is not safe, I will not store the goods here, don't you think?"
"Haha, Mr. Orlov is right! But a war zone is a war zone after all, and I don't want a few thieves to pop up and kill us all."
The customer following the team is an "agent" from South Asia. As far as Yuri knows, this person has been active around local warlords and drug dealers in Southeast Asia all year round, selling these authentic "American goods" to them.
Compared with oneself who can only earn some pitiful intermediary income, the other party's profit is obviously much greater. The second-hand M16s that are often sold by kilograms here are transformed into good things that come off the production line from the American arsenal in the hands of this South Asian. Four or five times the profit is nothing.
This can be seen from the well-equipped mercenaries beside the opponent. This man is not short of money.
"Boss, I've confirmed it. There's nothing unusual. Mr. Olof didn't lie to us."
Hearing the news from the mercenary team's sniper on the walkie-talkie, Amir Pandit, who had come all the way from South Asia, felt relieved and asked the mercenaries who were protecting him to relax a little and not be too nervous.
Touching his slippery bald head, Pandit carried the suitcase and walked to Yuri, asking in English with a strong accent: "Mr. Orlov is a talented person. He has such huge resources at a young age. What a promising future." It’s limitless, why do you always have only one bodyguard with you?”
Yuri heard this and thought to himself that I am not as brave as you, who dare to go deep into the jungle and compete with a group of warlords and drug dealers who know nothing but violence.
So he smiled and replied: "It's easy for people to be remembered in this business. I can't trust anyone but him."
Yuri considers himself not a coward, and no coward would come to war-torn Lebanon to look for opportunities. But he knows very well what business can be done and what business cannot be done.
He was envious of Pandit's high-risk, high-return business, but Yuri was not willing to risk his own life and the lives of his brother. In other words, the profits of hundreds of thousands of dollars were not enough to buy the lives of the two brothers.
Walking into the huge warehouse, Pandit couldn't help but marvel at the mountains of M16s inside, saying he hadn't seen such a spectacular sight in a long time.
Yuri led everyone to an electronic scale specially used to weigh goods, and randomly placed a few M16s on it, asking Pandit to confirm that the weight of these guns had not been tampered with.
"We price by kilogram. Mr. Pandit, you should know the rules, right?"
"I know, let me see. Five handfuls are a little over fifteen kilograms. Well, the weight is correct. How much does Mr. Orlov sell for one kilogram?"
"The conscience price is ten dollars per kilogram. If you buy five tons, we can take you to visit the anti-tank weapons and vehicle warehouse."
"That's right sir! Although they are second-hand goods, I assure you, they are very useful!"
"Da da da......"
Seeing Pandit's hesitation, Vitali picked up an M16 from the scale and fired a few shots at the ceiling to prove that their quality was very strong. The crisp gunshots made Pandit smile with satisfaction and no longer hesitate.
"Then give me five tons! Pay in U.S. dollars. There is no need for anti-tank weapons, and my customers won't need them. Just don't forget to bring more bullets. I don't know when I will come next time."
The bald South Asian man opened his suitcase, took out five bundles of cash notes with a face value of one hundred US dollars, and placed them on the table. After Vitali counted them and confirmed that the number was correct, Pandit closed the suitcase and stepped forward. Come.
After shaking hands with Yuri and saying they were happy to cooperate, he left the warehouse with a group of mercenaries to prepare for weapons transportation - he wanted to transport weapons weighing five tons and their corresponding Transporting tens of thousands of rounds of bullets to where they should go is also a test of the ability of arms dealers.
As for the brothers in the warehouse, they had very different views on the five bundles of green banknotes neatly arranged on the table.
