Country F, Jolo Island, Luwuk rural area.
In a simple restaurant, three Country F people in gray shirts sat around a table.
"What time is it?" The man with the darker skin glanced at the door and asked his partner in a low voice.
The person who was asked looked at his watch and replied, "It's already 13 o 'clock."
The fat man who didn't speak took a deep breath and anxiously tugged on his collar.
"Santos, do you think that person will come?"
"I don't know. I don't trust Han," Santos said emotionlessly.
The fat man rolled his thick lips and didn't comment on Santos's words. He just leaned back in his chair. The reason why they appeared here was because of the phone call they received last night.
The people sitting here were all senior members of the MNLF. Although the MNLF's armed forces were mostly deployed on MLL Island, no one would have thought their main base was on Jolo Island next to MLL Island.
At that time, Santos was about to go to bed when an unknown number called his cell phone. After some hesitation, he cautiously picked up. But the moment the call connected, the person on the other side didn't introduce themselves and directly stated that they wanted to provide weapons to the MNLF.
Based on the English accent, the person should be Han.
Santos was cautious when it came to the olive branch extended by the Chinese. In Country F, Han controlled more than 60% of the country's economy with 1% of the population. No one would have a good impression of a wealthy neighbor.
But the person's offer was hard for Santos to reject.
It was enough to equip an infantry division with firearms!
What made him even more shocked was that the person said the firearms had already arrived in Country F's territory!
With this batch of firearms, MNLF's current lack of equipment would be easily solved. Also, he could immediately build up a force of more than 7000 people from his supporters and increase the guerrilla force's combat power by multiple folds!
The only thing that made Santos wary was that the person who made the offer was Han, and this person knew his situation like the back of his hand. He even casually mentioned the hotel he was staying at.
Of course, to prevent his phone from being monitored, he didn't specify which hotel he was staying in.
A drop of cold sweat slid down his forehead. After some consideration, Santos finally agreed to his suggestion of a meeting. The fact that the police didn't come looking for them meant that they weren't hostile.
That was why the current scene was happening.
After secretly deploying gunmen near the restaurant, Santos and his two confidants sat in the restaurant. They sat down in the private room arranged by that person and casually ordered two dishes. Then, they patiently waited for that person to arrive.
But now, it was already the appointed time.
"He tricked us." Fatty spread his hands.
Santos closed his eyes and thought for a moment. "Wait a little longer. If they don't come in ten minutes, we'll retreat."
However, as soon as he finished speaking, there was a knock on the door.
The man with the watch subconsciously touched his waist. Seeing Santos shake his head, he put his hand back on the table.
"Come in," Santos said to the door.
The door opened, but it was a ten-year-old boy who came in.
Seeing that the people in the room were looking at him in shock, the boy timidly handed over the tablet in his hand.
"Someone asked me to bring this here."
"Where is that person?" Santos stared into the boy's eyes.
With a timid expression on his face, the boy shook his head violently. His hand holding the tablet couldn't stop shaking as he said quickly, "I don't know, he was wearing a mask. He gave me 10 USD to bring this to this room. "
As he said this, the boy carefully placed the tablet on the sofa beside the door and immediately fled out the door.
Santos ignored the boy and signaled the fatty to bring the tablet over.
Just then, the phone rang again.
Seeing the caller, Santos pressed the answer button, lowered his voice and said fiercely, "What are you playing at?"
He didn't waste time with him and went straight to the point.
"There is a map on the tablet. The password is 1234. You can try to open it."
With a slight frown, Santos chose to follow Jiang Chen's instructions and opened the map on the tablet.
"And then?"
"There are a total of eight arsenals buried in various corners of the southern region of Country F," Jiang Chen said with a smile.
"Where are the arsenals?" Santos immediately asked.
"Did you notice the box next to the map? Every time you complete a condition, I will provide you with a password. Every time you enter the password, you can unlock the location of a 'treasure'. "
[What the fu * k does this mean?]
Santos took a moment to process this and cursed in his mind. He couldn't help but ask, "What's the point of doing this?"
"I'm providing you with firearms and cash to fund your business not to let you use it as a bargaining chip with the government, but to see you separate MLL Island from Country F. Do you understand what I mean?" Jiang Chen said emotionlessly.
Santos's eyes flickered as he tried to convince Jiang Chen.
"I promise I will lead the Moro people to independence. You can trust me!"
"Haha, the most worthless thing in the world is trust, especially for two strangers." Jiang Chen laughed.
"Then why should we trust you?" Santos said with a gloomy tone.
"So I decided to pay first." Jiang Chen shrugged. "The first password: ad2g3 &% # … After you enter the password, you will unlock the location of the arsenal as well as a mission briefing. Complete it, and after I confirm it from the news, I will naturally tell you the next password. "
"That's all I have to say. Good luck."
"Wait!" Seeing that the person was about to hang up, Santos, who had just entered the password, quickly called out to stop him. However, the "beep beep" tone from the other end of the phone was already busy.
Santos stuffed the phone back into his pocket as he looked at the tablet on the table with a gloomy expression.
"Boss, what do we do?" The fat guy asked in a low voice.
Santos silently looked at the red dot in the rural area of Luwuk. He was silent for a moment before he opened his mouth.
"Calder, take people to the location on the map."
"Yes." The man with the watch stood up and memorized the location of the firearms on the map. Then, he walked out the door.
Santos closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair.
To be honest, the feeling of being manipulated made him uncomfortable. But with such a generous offer, he couldn't reject it. If Jiang Chen provided him with all the weapons at once, he might choose a more stable method. For example, he could gather a force, prepare for a year, and then launch an attack.
Soon, the phone in his pocket rang.
He picked up the phone and heard Calder's nervous voice.
"Boss, I found it."
"How much is inside?" Santos asked in an undertone.
Calder's throat was dry. "There are bulletproof vests, even night vision goggles, and C4 explosives. We also found 2000 rifles, and 40 boxes of rifle ammunition. 10 RPGs, 7,100 rounds of ammunition … and 5 mortars, 100 rounds of shells. And 5 million USD in cash. "
Arsenal! Five million USD!
Santos suddenly sat up, his fingers holding the phone couldn't stop shaking. "Immediately arrange for people to transport the arsenal to our gathering point."
"Roger!" Calder nodded.
Calder was his confidant, and he trusted his loyalty.
Santos hung up the phone and ignored the questioning look on the fat guy's face. He scanned the mission brief on the tablet.
Santos licked his dry lips as he felt his heart was racing.
If he followed the plan, it would be the largest attack planned by the MNLF in 13 years. And with the support of this batch of firearms and funds, the MNLF would have the ability to launch this attack!
But in this case, there would be no way out.
A hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by madness. Santos silently made a decision in his mind.
It was time to make a big news!
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