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- "What's going on? What's going on?" A man who looked like an army officer came over from outside. Standing between two groups of people. It must have been some militiamen who ran to call us when they saw that the situation was not good.
"Your people are going to search this place forcibly. I have told them that this is a member of an international organization under our protection. They are prohibited from entering to harass, but they actually want to force their way in. Are you militiamen or bandits?" Ander sneered.
"Mr. Colonel, please speak politely." The officer's face darkened.
"I want to be polite, but only bandits would break into other people's homes." Ander sneered.
"Colonel, don't forget. We are the owners here. You are the guests. In fact, as long as it is on our own territory, we can do whatever we want." The officer looked at Andel with contempt.
However, the officer seemed to be afraid that things would become tense, so he gave Andel a little face. After warning Andel a few words, he shook his head and said, "Since this is a United Nations convoy, we can make an exception. But Colonel, you have to understand , this is an exception. Not a matter of course.¡±
Andel snorted, "After this incident, I will naturally come to you, General Quinn, to argue."
The officer waved his hand and asked the militiamen to follow him and retreat. In the room, Bai Glove stood at the window, looking at the situation outside, and whispered, "The relationship seems to be very tense."
"Who? The joint anti-terrorism force and the local militia?" The black man smiled bitterly, "Their relationship is not getting better. The local militants are all warlords, and they look at everyone as if they are coming to compete with them for territory. These joint anti-terrorism forces are also warlords. To control the power, do not take them seriously.
So, they have always been at odds with each other. In addition, the last time Saloda of the Joint Anti-Terrorism Force competed with local armed forces for territory, it was too ugly. So the relationship between the two parties has never been good. This time, the commander of the joint anti-terrorism force has been replaced, which can be regarded as a slight improvement.
To put it bluntly, the situation in Western Sahara has caused those local militants to become accustomed to wandering among major forces in order to fight for their own way of survival. They are just feeding unfamiliar wolves. When you give them benefits, your face is full of smiles. But if they are slightly displeased, they will immediately fall out. "
White Gloves shook his head, "These guys are always a mob, but those mercenaries have always been a bit troublesome."
"Yes, sir. But it seems that the mercenary team is currently in Biernzalan. In addition, they have recently occupied Oseld, so they will not notice us for the time being." The black man whispered.
White Glove nodded, "This is best."
Everyone¡¯s attention was attracted by the confrontation between the local militia and the joint anti-terrorism force. Instead, he didn't notice what was happening in the alley next to him.
The armed men of the secret society were guarding the entrance of the alley. The truck was parked in the alley, almost blocking the entire alley. No one noticed what was happening behind the car. At this time, another tractor-trailer was approaching silently and towed away the container behind the truck.
Then an empty container was hung on the truck. It seemed that the truck had never been moved. But in fact, the cargo container behind the car has been replaced.
And at the other end of the alley, Gavin and Sergey directed a group of people to tear down the wall and quickly clear the passage. He just made a gap in a dead end. Then many workers came up, opened the containers, and unpacked the boxes.
Take out all the machine parts from the wooden boxes and replace them with other prepared parts. Gavin took the inconspicuous machine part from the hands of one of his men, wiped it with sandpaper, and immediately revealed the gold hidden underneath.
"Damn, you're so pretending to be someone." Sergey shook his head.
"They should have a small foundry. It is not difficult to process this gold with equipment for casting mechanical parts. Moreover, these things are all dyed and coated with anti-rust grease, making them look like parts of some machines.
Another batch was directly disguised as copper parts. However, gold and copper can all be understood once they are weighed. Gavin sneered.
"Put away all the gold and replace it with normal parts in the box. Seal everything as it is without leaving any traces. Hurry up, our time is limited." Sergey ordered in a low voice.
The workers below them are actually former smugglers and criminals who dealt with stolen goods. Disassembling and assembling various packages is a common occurrence for smugglers like them.
The wooden boxes were opened one by one, and the gold inside was taken out and replaced with various mechanical parts. They were sealed as they were and stacked neatly in large containers. Each person is responsible for one of theThe details are like an assembly line.
Within half an hour, they had repackaged an entire container. Then Gavin ordered the transferred containers to be rehung to the front of the car at the entrance of the alley.
The whole process took a total of fifty-three minutes, and it¡¯s not over yet. This group of people still had to exit from where the courtyard wall collapsed. The courtyard wall was even rebuilt. Anyone who looks at it now will see that this is a dead end with no exit. This container truck has always been parked in this dead-end street and has never left.
Lin Rui has been waiting for news about Gavin and Sergey. Seeing Sergey come back excitedly, he knew that the matter was done.
"No traces left, right?" Lin Rui whispered.
"Gavin has an aftercare team that specializes in dealing with traces in post-production. The whole car is clean, and there is nothing that shouldn't be left. This old guy is simply an artist with obsessive-compulsive disorder. Even if he leaves a little trace, he won't Allowed." Sergey shook his head.
"This is a beautiful thing." Lin Rui nodded.
"This is a lot of gold. What to do with it, boss?" Sergey asked.
"It's all ill-gotten wealth accumulated by the secret society. Part of it is kept by the company, and the other part is divided among Gavin and the brothers. I promised that I won't let the brothers' work go in vain." Lin Rui nodded, " And I'm afraid there may be trouble for them later.
How to divide it? You and Gavin make up your mind. There are rules in every industry, but I don¡¯t quite understand your rules. "
"Understood." Sergey nodded and smiled. "Then follow the rules. Except for the company's part, let Gavin handle the rest. But I don't know what will happen if these bastards from the secret society know the truth. It's really fun to think about it."
"How is Andel?" Lin Rui asked.
"He's still over there. But to be honest, this time, he's pretending to be quite the same." Sergey nodded. "If I were the Red and White Gloves, I wouldn't doubt him."
"That gold counts as his share. He helped this time and should be rewarded. Besides, I promised to help him get his family out, and these are considered as settlement expenses for him." Lin Rui replied.
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