Become a super arms dealer with the workshop system

Chapter 128 Then he won't be a beggar on his knees?

Sir Driveau, who was eager to miss his daughter, originally wanted to arrange Hannah's flight for the next afternoon, but Han Feng was worried that Gaul would not have time to prepare for the air strike, so he found a reason that the company did not have enough manpower to escort it until the third day. .

Then, on the night of rescuing Hannah, he imitated the grammatical habits and spelling of the ghost and sent a telegram to Gaul, saying that the last air strike had already alerted the enemy, and the military instructor sent by Wagner had realized that It's not safe to leave the storage control module of the Phantom 2000 on me, so I decided to send someone to Bangji's embassy in two days. Fortunately, I have already inquired about the detailed delivery time and route, and it can be done halfway kill.

For Gaul, they dare not really bomb Bunge anyway, so once that module is sent to the Lucia embassy, ​​it means that there is no possibility of stopping the other party, and if the secret is lost, other Western allies know , then Gaul's status in the treaty organization may plummet.

So they have no choice.

Marianne, who has been devastated by the last plane crash, asked the staff to formulate an air strike plan with drones as quickly as possible. The president has warned that if the impact of this matter is finally brought under control, then her Secretary of Defense The position of Secretary-General can still be retained. Correspondingly, if the situation gets out of control, then as the person who originally proposed the air strike, Marianne must not even be able to keep her job.

In order not to disturb the opponent again, Marian specifically asked the ready-made MQ9 drone to only conduct reconnaissance missions for the past two days, and even did not hesitate to allow a counterattack by the Selka Alliance to suffer a huge setback.

Two days later, at nightfall, Colonel Duarte and Han Feng stood at the gate of the repair shop to see off Derivo. The latter specially found a VBL military off-road vehicle in good condition. It is a Chinese vehicle, and its positioning is similar to that of a Hummer, so it should not be difficult to distinguish it even from the sky.

"Ms. Derivo, I wish you a good journey." Colonel Duart saluted Hannah, rejoicing in his heart that he could finally get rid of this spoiled lady.

"Colonel, can't the task force take me to the airport?" Hannah glanced at the local driver in the driver's seat wearing a white shirt and trousers with some disgust—naturally, Han Feng had already controlled him. The ghost.

"Sorry, ma'am, you have seen in the past two days that the contingent is really short of manpower, and the condition of the vehicles is not optimistic. Every time we dispatch is considered a military operation, we need to report to Brussels. This is what Sir himself meant. "The colonel explained with the impatience in his heart.

Hearing that it was her father's decision, Hannah couldn't say anything more, so she opened the door of the right rear seat and got in.

"Don't worry, Ms. Derivo, my driver is absolutely professional and will definitely be able to take you to your destination safely." Han Feng also shook hands with Hannah, while the heavily armed Lemmy stood behind the former, still looking forward Hannah who will be home in a few hours.

"Thank you Mr. Han, I hope to have the opportunity to see you again in Belgium."

In any case, Hannah was her savior after all, and Hannah's attitude towards Han Feng had indeed changed a lot in the past two days, but this could no longer affect the decision Han Feng had already made.

"Huh..." Watching the smoke and dust raised by the off-road wheels gradually dissipate, Duart finally let out a long sigh of relief: "Finally, I have sent this little princess away."

Han Feng turned his head and glanced at him: "Don't say that, after all, she is your boss's daughter, and I think Ms. Derivo is not bad at all."

Duart returned a somewhat weird look: "Ms. Derivo has a marriage contract, don't you have any ideas?"

Feeling a bit too forceful, Han Feng quickly shook his head: "How is it possible..."

"Forget it, let's not talk about her." Duart straightened his clothes and said, "I will submit a report on the serious shortage of logistics support to the mainland in the next two days, and urge the group of administrators Bureaucrats, if nothing else, the Ministry of Defense should sign a logistics supply contract with your company soon."

Han Feng's bidding work has actually ended, but due to the procrastination of the Convention Organization, the formal contract has not been signed, and Han Feng naturally cannot receive the advance payment.

"This is the best way, and your share will definitely be indispensable at that time." Han Feng replied with a smile.

The amount of this logistics supply contract itself is actually very low, only about 10 US dollars per year. After all, there are only less than 100 people in the contingent, but Han Feng can use the name of the military supplier to import products into Europe in reverse. market, this is the real value.

And during this period of time, Han Feng has also sensed from the other party's speech and behavior that Duart wants to join him. This matter can be regarded as an investigation of the latter. If he is really sincere, Han Feng doesn't care too much. Give some carrots.

"Boss, the colonel's attitude towards you seems to have changed a lot compared to before?"

After sending Duart away, Laimi looked at the direction the other party left and asked.

"Of course, he still has to rely on our company to make money."

Apart from Han Feng himself and Yannick, there was no third person who knew about the video of Duart's confession being recorded, and he had to be honest when he was on the road, and he couldn't shake off other people's shortcomings.

"He pointed at us to make money?" Laimi was obviously a little surprised by this answer. During this period of time, she participated in competitions and filmed commercials all over Europe, and already had a new understanding of the prosperity of Europe. Now Han Feng actually told him a European People want to point to poor places like Afrika to make money.

"Heh, you didn't work as a steward in the militia organization before?" Han Feng asked as he turned around and walked back.

"No."

"People in Duart's position want to make money, so they have to set up a good name and cooperate with the local gentry, that is, our company. Because of the critical situation, they won a high-value contract from Brussels, which does not understand the front-line situation. After deducting the cost, the remaining money will be shared with us."

"Can he get [-]%?"

"It's a dream, [-]% belongs to us, and it depends on my face if he gets [-]%." Han Feng replied with his hands behind his back, looking like a master.

"Then he won't become a beggar on his knees?"

Han Feng sneered disdainfully: "If that's the case, Duart came here with his contingent that doesn't know how to fight at all, and he really is begging on his knees. That's it, how many people want to kneel? son."

After finishing speaking, he walked to his pickup truck and opened the door: "Come on, go to Bimber Air Force Base, we will wait for news there."

At the same time, an MQ9 Reaper drone of the Gallic Air Force has crossed the border between Chad and CAF and is slowly flying south at an altitude of 1.5 meters.

Thanks to the development of satellite communication technology, the drone operator can sit in an air-conditioned room in N'Djamena, nearly a thousand kilometers away, to operate the aircraft. Marianne, the Secretary-General of the National Defense Secretariat, and Sousse, the Director of Foreign Intelligence, are standing. They can see the footage taken by the drone through a near-live broadcast, and they can even give instructions to the operator if necessary.

"Director Sousse, I heard that CAF purchased a set of S125 anti-aircraft missiles from Algeria?" Marianne asked Sousse who was standing next to him.

At this time, she still didn't know that this good-looking intelligence chief was the culprit who almost drove her to a dead end.

"Yes, this set of anti-aircraft missiles was unloaded from Sudan Port three days ago, but in any case it is impossible to form combat effectiveness in a short period of time, and this system has almost no threat to drones at an altitude of 1.5 meters." Sauce's tone was monotonous and flat, with almost no emotion. Although Marianne had heard it many times, she was still not used to it.

"Can we really track a car that's actually going down the road? I mean, it's driving at high speeds, and the window of time is short."

Marianne was very nervous. After all, the success or failure of this mission is related to whether she can continue to work in this position, and even within the Gaul government system. Although the secretary general of the National Defense Secretariat is definitely in a high position, she is young and Marianne, who has no background, has no time to develop her own personal connections, so if she really loses her job, she may not even be able to pay the rent.

However, her question was almost equivalent to questioning the accuracy of Sousse's intelligence, which made the chief of intelligence frown even more disgusted, and did not even answer Marianne's question.

While the two were talking, the drone had arrived at the predetermined location and began circling over an intersection, which was the only way for the car to go to Bungie.

About half an hour later, Sosse raised his wrist and looked at his watch: "It's almost time, the target should appear soon."

It should be said that Sauce's business level is quite good, and he made a fairly accurate guess based on the departure time and the estimation of road conditions and speed. As soon as he finished speaking, a car appeared on the drone's camera. on screen.

Marianne's face brightened instantly, but before she gave the order to attack, another car appeared right behind that car.

"The intelligence says the target is a VBL off-road vehicle..." Marianne hesitated looking at the picture on the big screen. In fact, what the drone saw in the sky at an altitude of 1.5 meters was not as good as Han Feng imagined. Clear, so he feels that the already distinctive VBL is not so easy to distinguish.

"For the VBL off-road vehicle, it's more like the one at the back." A lieutenant colonel next to him said casually.

"Lieutenant Colonel, are you sure?" Marianne looked at the Lieutenant Colonel next to her as if grasping at a straw.

However, the other party is not stupid. Under such circumstances, it is impossible to take the initiative to take the blame: "Uh...not sure, the picture is not very clear, and it is a thermal imaging perspective, so many details cannot be seen."

"Huh..." Marianne rubbed her swollen head, unable to make a decision for a long time.

(End of this chapter)