The military-industrial scientific research system of the academic master.

This An-72, which was still painted with the Soviet Air Force livery, had a very high descent rate. After bouncing on the runway a few times, it began to gradually slow down. Wu Yifan was terrified when he saw it.

This is not the first time he has "cooperated" with people at this airport.

However, in the past, small aircraft such as Cessna were used to transport small-volume, high-value materials.

Or more often than not, they take people smuggled across the border.

It was the first time in several years to serve such a large medium-sized transport aircraft.

"Brother Angkor, is this pilot you hired okay?"

Yan Yong, who had never seen a military transport plane landing before, was so frightened that he subconsciously took a step back, probably because he was worried that the plane would overrun the runway:

"If you drop the goods from the previous store, according to the rules, we have to pay three times the compensation..."

Wu Yifanxin said that if these goods were dropped, it would not only be a matter of triple compensation. Brother, I am afraid that I will be directly upgraded to a historical sinner, and I will not be able to return to the country to see Brother Nan in the future.

Of course, he still had a determined tone:

"Of course it's reliable. The test pilot instructors hired from Antonov Company are more awesome than the test pilots. Do you understand?"

"Don't look at how difficult it is to land on this dilapidated runway. It's full of cracks and a section is broken in the middle. It can only be used at half its length. It's nice to have it finished like this..."

Fortunately, the entire landing process was uneventful, and the plane finally taxied smoothly to the trucks that had been prepared.

Yan Yong looked at the cargo door that was slowly opening not far away, took out a pair of gloves from the car and put them on, but he didn't stop talking:

"That will cost a lot of money, right?"

"Okay."

Wu Yifan replied noncommittally:

"I have contacted China before. We have not designed many large aircraft in the past, so we are now in urgent need of this type of test pilots."

"When this business is finished, I plan to put this person on the first batch of labor dispatch lists and send him back, and earn another intermediary fee. Every time he comes back, it will basically be like hiring him for a period of time in vain."

As a close confidant of Wu Yifan, Yan Yong did not know the ins and outs of the friendship plan, but he still knew about Wu Yifan's labor dispatch work in China. At the moment, he just felt that the other party was a chosen capitalist:

"Fuck... Brother Ang, you won't sell me someday and ask me to help you count the money, right?"

"If you're afraid of being sold, work hard. Remember not to speak Chinese in front of outsiders later. Just pretend that we are Buryat Mongolians from Siberia. We can't speak Russian very well. Do you understand? "

In addition to Yan Yong, the convoy included car soldiers and guards temporarily hired from several different armies of Ermao and Sanmao, as well as an officer from the Serb side who came over to pick up the vehicle and escort it. They did not know each other at all. Nor will they know the true background of Wu Yifan.

In fact, although the latter was burly in school, he was generally fair and fair.

It’s just that after two years of hard work, I have become a bit like a nomad.

He was a little uncomfortable at first, but soon realized it was a good disguise.

In a business like smuggling, it was impossible for anyone to inquire into the matter without opening their eyes, so he simply said nothing and was happy for others to misunderstand him.

Even if someone sees that he is not a pure Buryat, they will usually go to Central Asia.

"Row……"

Yan Yong had seamlessly switched to Russian with a slight accent. After speaking, he trotted forward to inspect the goods.

"Nicolai!"

Wu Yifan naturally did not need to take action himself, he just shouted in the distance at the top of his voice.

A tall man, who looked like he was a soldier at first glance, came speeding from the side of the last truck in the distance.

"Zhamusu, is all the cargo on this plane?"

Nicholas Barsak, the officer sent by the recipient to receive the shipment.

He was also one of the acquaintances that Lao Wu mentioned to Chang Haonan before, who did business with him in the Balkans.

However, the so-called "acquaintances" who do this kind of business are definitely different from acquaintances in the general sense.

Therefore, Wu Yifan has always contacted the other party under the pseudonym of "Zhamusu", and he has not even missed his real name.

Of course, the other side must also know it.

It's just a tacit understanding.

It is enough to know that the other party has what they need and a trustworthy channel.

"Yes, they are all on the plane. Let's go and take a look."

Wu Yifan tightened his untitled Soviet military coat to prevent the AKS74U he was carrying behind his back from accidentally being exposed.

……

In the cargo hold of the An72, which is not very spacious, there are probably hundreds of crates that look ordinary on the surface.

In fact, there are not many components that really need to be transported, but even if he has cleared all the key checkpoints along the way, he still has to do some superficial work.

So quite a few of them are real computer accessories.

An airport official was standing next to the tail hatch, pretending to inspect the cargo with Yan Yong. It seemed that he was preparing to issue a customs inspection form——

With this thing, this batch of goods can be considered whitewashed in Romania.

"You found a special plane to transport cargo, but there are ten boxes of CDs inside?"

Looking at the customs declaration information in his hand, the airport official asked a little nervously even though he had already collected the money.

Yan Yong actually didn't know what was inside, but he knew that this kind of low-level brat only wanted to collect money. Even if you were transporting nuclear bombs, he wouldn't care about it. He was probably just curious about asking, so he just kept saying it. Nonsense:

"Well...I prefer watching movies..."

"Oh……"

Unexpectedly, the other party actually showed an expression of realization:

"You want to transport that kind of film to the west, right?"

"What kind of movie?"

Yan Yong just looked confused, but he still swallowed the words he said, and just nodded with an expression of "I understand everything, don't explain much".

Fortunately, for the sake of money, the other party didn't continue to inquire further. He simply stamped a few stamps on the checklist and left.

Wu Yifan, who heard this conversation nearby, paused and felt that his reputation might be harmed.

Since the 90s, countries such as Ermao, Romania, and Czechoslovakia have almost become hotbeds of various underground industries.

He is probably regarded as a pimp who makes underground hardcore videos and may also be involved in human trafficking.

However, it cannot be considered a bad thing at this time.

So he just shook his head and took Nicholas into the cargo hold.

"The second digit of the goods number is 3, 5, and 9. It contains what you need. The rest is a gift from me."

Following Lao Wu's guidance, Nicholas opened several boxes in succession.

As an officer who has worked at the air force base for a long time, he naturally quickly recognized what the equipment inside was protected by special packaging.

"No wonder these goods have to be shipped to you specially. They are indeed different from the batches I received before..."

Nikolay carefully picked up a traveling wave tube amplifier and looked at the calibration on it at the light from the cabin door.

All in Russian.

"Sent from Moscow?"

Of course he can understand Russian:

"The specifications are so good?"

"Well...it is indeed sent from the east."

Wu Yifan gave an ambiguous answer, but it couldn't be considered a lie:

"I heard that it is the latest product that can improve the radar's detection capability several times, but I don't know much about the technical issues."

Nikolai felt that the craftsmanship of this thing looked a bit like Russian craftsmanship, but after all, it had been so many years since the disintegration, and maybe capitalism did have merit...

"And there are instructions?"

He turned around and opened another box and found that it contained documents stacked together and sealed with brown paper.

Wu Yifan nodded:

"That's right. After all, the Yankees are so powerful now that no one dares to send people directly to you like they did in Annan. That's all we can do."

"If you move quickly, you should still have enough time to learn."

Nicholas bent down, simply took out a few of them and flipped through them:

"P18 radar modification..."

"Multi-point passive positioning radar operation manual..."

"The firing charts of the KC-19 anti-aircraft gun and the C-60 anti-aircraft gun...wait a minute, are the anti-aircraft gun firing charts so thick?"

This time he couldn't hold it back and flipped through the two documents.

Then I found that the shooting elements corresponding to targets with different speeds, coming directions and heights were even written in it.

Nicholas suddenly felt that these things seemed a bit too detailed.

"never mind."

He shook his head, straightened up again, closed the cover of the cargo box, and turned to Wu Yifan behind him:

"Zhamusu, I don't know if we will have a chance to meet again in the future."

"But thank the person who brought this shipment over for me."