January 15th, around 9pm.

The cold and gloomy wind seemed to tear apart the muscles on the face.

Gao Jun squinted his eyes, letting the wind and snow hit his cheeks, and his mouth was frozen. This weather...

If you don't fly away, you will die of cold!

"It's very windy and snowy at night, let's go tomorrow." Anatole said a little worriedly.

"It's okay, night is more suitable for me." Gao Jun waved to them with gloves and walked into the cabin. As the logistics staff worked overtime, the chairs were dismantled and replaced with neatly stacked ones.

bazooka box.

I have to say that the service attitude of the Soviet guys is very good.

When the goods from Latvia were transported, they were well maintained for you, and you can clearly see the traces inside.

Unlike Brother Asan, even if your lizard is transported, you have to hold it between your buttocks.

The pilot sitting in the cab had a good figure, but he was obviously a little unhappy. He whispered to the co-pilot, "Damn, this is the first flight of a new company? Why don't you have some wine? If you don't have vodka, that's fine too.

Have some beer."

The co-pilot was also an upright man. He was wearing a headset and holding in his hand a simple copy of the company's articles of association.

This was sorted out by Tinder Company overnight.

(Soviet version)

1. It is forbidden to drink and fly!

2. It is forbidden to bring pets on the plane.

3. It is forbidden to urinate into the fuel tank.

…

"This is simply questioning our professional ethics!" the pilot muttered. Does he know what he is like?

Soviet pilots...have no brains.

They like to drill holes when they see them. For example, the famous Air Force Captain Valentin Privalov performed an amazing flight performance by drilling a hole in a bridge.

He was then taken to a military court.

Gao Jun doesn't want his subordinates to have the kind of fierce men who use civilian airliners to perform combat maneuvers. He has a small business and will feel distressed whenever An-12 bumps into him.

The ground crew wearing flash vests below began to guide the taxi.

After being guided onto the runway, the An-12 began to accelerate, sprinting nearly 600 meters toward the sky.

Gao Jun sat in the back, holding the crossbar tightly with both hands. He almost spit out his rice due to the jolt. He closed his eyes and muttered silently, "Bodhisattva bless you, Amen."

After waiting for nearly seven or eight minutes, the plane finally calmed down, and the color on his face gradually regained its high ground. His eyelids twitched slightly, and he took the mineral water handed over by Tonikov and took a sip.

"Boss, this is the plan faxed by the company. We are landing at Medina Airport and will land in six hours."

Gao Jun glanced at the map attached to it, marking the marching route with red lines, "Just follow this, okay, let's all take a rest. We won't have time to rest when we get off the plane."

The newcomers next to them, Boris, spoke less and nodded and responded when they heard what was said.

Gao Jun is more nervous...

Except for the RPG-7 that the US military needs, the others are individual weapons that he plans to use to open up the African market, including 200 AK47s, 110,000 rounds of ammunition, 46 RPGs, and some machine guns.

Don’t bring too much goods, zero-yuan shopping is suitable for any industry.

The total value here is at least over 3 million US dollars.

Gao Jun's cold was not over yet, so he closed his eyes and fell asleep soon after. In his dream, he had a very bizarre dream.

How outrageous?

Let's put it this way, all that's left is water.

Not anymore.

Just as he was about to go deep, he suddenly fell off the bed. The feeling of weightlessness made him suddenly open his eyes. He heard an eardrum-piercing sound coming from outside, and Tonikov disappeared next to him.

Gao Jun opened his eyes and looked outside.

I saw an F5 fighter jet whizzing past the passenger plane!

Immediately, in just one second, his fatigue disappeared and he broke out in cold sweat. The opponent's M39A 220mm cannon was enough to penetrate the An-12, not to mention the air-to-air missiles above.

Although it is a product of the 1950s and 1960s, it must be said that its performance is enough to beat a dozen transport planes.

Gao Jun nervously ran towards the cockpit.

I saw Tonykov inside, and the co-pilot next to him kept using clear codes to indicate that he was an International Red Cross aid plane bound for Medina Airport, and that it had approval conditions.

"What's going on?"

"Boss, we have entered Saudi airspace. This is a Saudi Air Force plane that approached us 7 minutes ago." Tonikov looked at the time and calculated it accurately.

"Is there any response from the other party?"

"Still shouting!" The first officer was also in a panic.

They are Soviets, but that doesn't mean they are not afraid of death. The main reason is that they don't believe in the technology of the Saudi Air Force.

If you are not sure, oh well!

Everyone ascends to heaven together.

When the co-pilot called both sides again, the other side finally responded and said in fluent English, "I am an F5 fighter pilot. I have received orders from my superiors to escort you to Medina Airport."

As long as you can speak.

If you are afraid, just be afraid and keep silent, just like the lizard in India, keep silent, good guy, it's your turn.

Gao Jun also breathed a sigh of relief. He really wanted to ask the other party why you didn't speak just now?

But after thinking about it, everyone is still floating in the sky. Don't irritate others. They have weapons in their hands.

Following the F5 fighter jet across the sky, about 40 minutes later, at about 5 o'clock in the morning, we landed at Medina Airport.

This airport is not a military airport, so the F5 just escorted it to the sky and then disappeared against the clouds.

When the plane stopped on the runway, the discomfort in everyone's throats was slightly relieved.

"Damn it, I think that idiot definitely forgot to turn on the communication channel!" The pilot took off his headset, his eyes were scarlet red. He felt so excited just now, and he cursed, "This kind of idiot should be sent to court."

"Okay, gentlemen, we will protest. Now you can go and rest. You will stay here for about three days. You will stay here. If there are other changes, we will call you to notify you." Tonikov got off the plane.

At that time, he also said specifically.

The two pilots are indispensable.

"Be sure to follow local laws. If you don't want to be laid off, if you are caught breaking the law, the boss will not bail you out!" Tonkov had just taken two steps, and turned to face them as if he had thought of something.

said.

"Does he not believe us?" the captain muttered, looking very unhappy.

The first officer glanced at him, "Do you still need me to tell you about your virtues? Back then, when I was flying a plane in the army and chasing wild geese, the commander of the tower was so frightened that he cursed your mother 37 times on the radio.

Fortunately, it didn't disintegrate in the air, but it was pinned to the ground when it got off the plane. What's your answer?

"I'm driving them away!"

You use fighter jets to drive away geese?

Naturally, I was fired. Later, I was recruited by Tallinn Company and became much more stable.

He is not a "nice" person at heart.

Gao Jun was awake and had a runny nose. When he got off the plane, he saw Rabe at a glance. He was leaning on a jeep, waving to him, with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Long time no see, buddy!" The two hugged tightly.

There is a deep and beneficial relationship between them.

"You seem to have gained weight." Gao Jun said with a smile, "It seems that you are living a good life."

Rabe touched his belly, and there was a lot more flesh on his face. He raised two fingers and said, "I have two wives, and I have been a little slack recently."

"Proper relaxation is a compliment to life. Making money is for better enjoyment, not just putting it in the bank and becoming a specimen." Gao Jun said.

Rabe nodded empathetically when he heard this, handed Gao Jun a cigarette, raised his chin slightly, and looked at the cargo box that was lifted out of the cabin, "Whose cargo is it?"

"It's from the US military." Gao Jun lit the cigarette and exhaled, feeling much energetic.

"Okay, have you received all the business from the Yankees?" Rabe said in surprise.

"It depends on other people's relationships. Otherwise, given my status and the severity of discrimination among Americans, do you think they would hand over the business to me? If possible, they would rather hand it over to Indians than to Asians."

Gao Jun spread his hands.

This is true.

When I went to the Pentagon, I saw all the white people everywhere, and I realized how surprising it was that a yellow man could get this order.

If it weren't for Edward's background endorsement, it could be said that Gao Jun's price was so low that even the Americans gave up their discrimination.
To be continued...