The recent raid had killed at least ten people.
If the gold wasn't found...
"You need to check again!"
"YES SIR!"
Calvin tossed down his radio and paced back and forth eight tis in the tent.
Finally, there was a response from the radio.
"SIR, there really is no gold... and..."
"And what?!"
"From the looks of the farm, it seems it really was just a family gathering..."
"FUCK!"
...
A bit later that night.
About 3 kiloters north of the Gaiala City fireproof factory, by the Tigris River.
Five rcedes L trucks drove with their lights out, lined up like beetles as they reached the riverbank in the darkness.
After driving into the riverside woods, Song Heping jumped out from the leading truck.
He walked to the riverbank and surveyed the terrain.
The water here was deep, with a protruding section forming a bay with slow-moving water.
He took out his GPS and confird the coordinates again.
After verifying there was no problem, he walked to the edge of the water and turned on his night vision goggles.
About three hundred ters away, he could vaguely see a few barges.
He took out his tactical flashlight and flashed it in that direction three long, two short signals, five tis in a row.
Shortly afterwards, there was a response from the barges in the distance, as flashlight flashes blinked several tis through the darkness.
Three long, one short.
Song Heping repeated the three long, two short signals again.
The cool night breeze swept over the riverbank, rustling the leaves of the wild grass, filling the silence with rustling sounds.
The low rumble of diesel engines grew louder, and soon the barges had approached.
There was a man standing at the bow of the first boat.
Upon closer inspection, it was indeed Naxin.
"Song!"
He looked very excited. As the boat docked, he couldn't wait and jumped into the water, splashing as he ran up to Song Heping.
"Did you really get those fifty tons of gold?"
He almost thought it was a myth from One Thousand and One Nights.
Song Heping nodded and asked, "Are all your n here?"
"All here, and we have everything you asked for."
Naxin turned and whistled.
Dozens of sturdy agents jumped off the three barges, trudging through the riverside mud onto the shore.
Song Heping imdiately pressed the talk button: "Have them drive the trucks over here, as close to the river as possible."
The rcedes L trucks hidden in the woods began to move, quickly leaving the woods and driving toward the shore.
Under the direction of the Persians on the shore, the vehicles moved to a non-muddy area.
"Do you want to inspect the rchandise?"
"Mr. Avanti said there's no need. He trusts Mr. Song quite a lot," said Naxin. "He also asked to convey his respects and thank you for this cooperation."
"No need for thanks, I just want the money."
"You can call him now, the money is ready."
Song Heping didn't beat around the bush. He glanced at the dozens of Persians who had begun to unload the gold from the trucks, placing it on pre-arranged planks, stacking it to a certain weight, and then using the ship's electric winch to haul it over and load it into specialized compartnts within the ship's hull.
This entire rigging process had already been discussed in advance. According to this pace, the fifty tons of gold should be loaded by four in the morning, after which the barges would head west.
After traveling about fifteen kiloters northwest from Gaiala, the Tigris River splits here. One channel goes northwest, towards Mosul, which is absolutely off-limits due to the US Army patrols.
The northwest route, on the other hand, leads to Elbil and is even not far from Hassan and Cook Oil Field; that area's towns had long been taken by coalition forces and handed over to the ICDC and local police, so it's quite safe.
When the river flows past Elbil, it will reach the northern town of Zabbar near Illiguo. There is a small lake there, located at the edge of the northern mountainous region, a hotspot for the Mahdi Army.
The gold will be offloaded there before crossing the Yibrasin mountain range and ultimately entering Persia.
The deal was considered complete at this point.
"Mr. Avanti, good early morning."
Song Heping dialed Avanti's phone.
"From Mr. Song's tone, it sounds like it's already in hand." Avanti also sounded very happy, charmingly flattering: "I must admit, there isn't an officer in my Revolutionary Guard who could match your commanding skills."
"I didn't call you to hear complints. I'm wondering if the money is ready?"
"Of course! My reputation is excellent," said Avanti.
"Friendships aside, business is business," Song Heping said. "From here to Lake Zabbar, we have a day and a half. Your n are already inspecting the rchandise. Before midnight tomorrow, $350 million must be transferred into the ten accounts I've provided. Can you manage it?"
Avanti chuckled dryly: "It seems you still don't trust ."
Song Heping said, "It's better to be cautious. An old saying from China."
"Alright, before midnight tomorrow, feel free to have your accountant check the accounts," Avanti said.
"By the way, did you release the smoke bombs tonight as you planned?"
"Yes, the latest news is that the SAD departnt has mobilized two companies of the 82nd Airborne Division along with four 'Watcher' teams. This impressive array attacked a farm in Shebakey. By now, they are probably overwheld with having to write a report to explain the event."
"Excellent, it seems our cooperation was very successful."
"Pleasant cooperation."
"Pleasant cooperation!"
"So, is everything settled?" Cook joined in.
Song Heping glanced at the busy Persians and nodded, "Yes, before midnight tomorrow, all the money will be transferred into the ten international accounts prepared by Ferrari. After that, he'll wire half of it to Haymour's overseas accounts as agreed, and we'll keep the other half."
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