Chapter 7: Completing the First Weapons Order

It was night, three in the morning.

Just as everyone in the dormitory was fast asleep,

only Lin Yi remained awake, his eyes sharp.

According to the first batch of orders from the Syrian armed factions,

he needed to prepare 250 AK rifles and one million rounds of ammunition to be delivered to the designated location at 10 PM Syrian time.

The time zone where Syria was located was about five hours behind that of Dragon Country.

As the time approached, Lin Yi began placing orders for weapons through the Arms System.

"Ding... Item selected. Confirm payment!"

"Pay!" Lin Yi did not hesitate.

Instantly, 330,000 was deducted from his bank account.

"Ding... Detected that the host has ordered catalog items. Do you wish to select the system's delivery service!"

"Deliver!" Lin Yi said without hesitation.

"Please select a delivery method!"

"Airdrop!"

"Please enter the airdrop coordinates!"

After a series of operations on the virtual panel in his mind, another 120,000 was immediately deducted from his bank card.

This meant that for this arms order, his total profit was 1.8 million minus 330,000 minus 120,000, equaling 1.35 million.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

At this moment, the Syrian militants were waiting at the coordinate location.

Although this arms order was not much to them.

Nevertheless, this was after all their first time establishing a line with Dragon Country.

Therefore, the upper echelons of the militants attached great importance to this.

Furthermore, this airdrop represented Dragon Country wanting to show off its muscle to them.

Naturally, they also wanted to see Dragon Country's strength.

As the time drew nearer, all the militants on the ground raised their heads, looking up at the pitch-black sky.

But to their disappointment, there was nothing in the entire sky.

Some of the militants could not help but think:

"Could it be that the person from Dragon Country is playing us, or perhaps we have simply encountered a scammer!"

At this moment, the big-bearded colonel responsible for the matter came near the radar vehicle and said:

"Is the radar functioning normally?"

"Reporting to the Colonel, all radars are normal; no aerial targets have been detected so far!"

The person in charge of the radar armored vehicle reported.

"This shouldn't be!" The big-bearded colonel felt somewhat uneasy in his heart; after all, he was the one who had pushed this through single-handedly, and if anything went wrong,

he would definitely be the one to take the blame.

Three hundred thousand dollars was neither a large nor a small sum.

Given his status within the Syrian military, if this incident occurred, his future prospects would inevitably be affected.

It would also cause the upper echelons to doubt his ability to get things done.

The big-bearded colonel looked at the two radar vehicles.

One of them was a P-40 Long Track radar from the Soviet era.

This radar had been in service for over fifty years and belonged to the category of ancient relics.

The other one was a PRV-9 height-finding radar.

Both types of radar were towed by KrAZ-255 tractors.

Although these things were outdated, for the Syrian militants, they were already rare and excellent equipment,

and among the few radar assets they possessed.

At this moment, the big-bearded colonel thought that perhaps these two models of radar were simply too old.

He looked at his watch and realized it was already the delivery time.

Yet, there was not even a hint of movement in the sky.

This inevitably left him extremely disappointed, leading him to let his imagination run wild:

"Could it really be that I have encountered a Dragon Country scammer, and the so-called arms transaction is completely fake? Dammit!!"

After waiting for about five minutes and seeing that the sky still showed no signs of activity,

he was thoroughly despairing.

The big-bearded colonel could already imagine the punishment he would receive upon returning to the organization.

"Damn scammers; even if we can't do anything to you, we can have Dragon Country's police punish you; scammers deserve to go to hell!"

However, just as the big-bearded man had decided to call Dragon Country's domestic 110 hotline for revenge,

suddenly, the already pitch-black sky grew dim.

It was as if a colossal object had appeared between the clouds, yet no matter how hard the people below looked, they could not see it clearly.

They had no idea what it was.

But moments later, several huge metal crates appeared in mid-air, swaying gently beneath white parachutes.

Around the metal crates, red lights flashed on and off to mark their positions.

"It's... airdropped supplies!"

The big-bearded colonel gave a start, and then he immediately shouted at his subordinates:

"Prepare to receive the weapons!"

At this moment, where was the despair he had just felt? His face turned crimson as if changing masks, filled with extreme excitement.

Once the supplies landed on the ground,

the big-bearded colonel tore open the parachute and opened the metal crate using the provided key.

Inside, row upon row of brand-new AK-47s lay immediately before them.

A single crate contained nearly one hundred rifles.

The big-bearded colonel pulled back the bolt, feeling the resistance and listening to the sound of the spring.

As someone extremely familiar with such firearms, he easily discerned that the quality of these weapons purchased from the Dragon Nation was exceptionally high,

far exceeding his expectations.

In fact, the AK-47 currently popular internationally is, more accurately, the third generation of the AK-47,

belonging to a modified version of the first generation.

It possesses superior performance.

As a veteran combatant, he could naturally distinguish the steel quality and performance of these firearms.

When a subordinate brought over steel-core bullets from another metal case,

Colonel Big Beard immediately used a loading assist device to press in a full magazine of bullets.

As he pulled the trigger on the desert wasteland,

a crisp "da-da-da" sound instantly rang out.

On the ground, small holes abruptly appeared one after another.

After emptying an entire magazine in an instant,

Colonel Big Beard was highly satisfied with the performance of these firearms.

Seeing many of his subordinates already clutching the new guns and eager to try them out, Colonel Big Beard roared:

"These are all yours! Soon, we will have even better equipment!"

"Oh oh, long live the Organization!"

"For the Organization, it's time for us to launch another major campaign!"

"Eliminate the traitors!"

These armed militants raised their new guns high, each one looking extremely excited.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Lin Yi received a system notification immediately after the weapon airdrop.

"Airdrop complete; the ordering client has received the goods!"

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