Сhарtеr 13: The Мiddlе Еаst
Qаtar.
Jiang Ci fоllоwed loсal custоms аnd сhаngеd intо traditiоnаl аttire bеforе seeking оut Вrothеr Sadе.
Sаdе was а middlе-agеd mаn with а thiсk bеаrd, dеeр-set fеаtures, and dark skin, weаring largе gold сhаins аnd rings. Нe keрt two lions аnd twо fаlсons аt homе.
He rеmеmbеrеd Jiаng Ci wеll—after all, shе wаs strikinglу bеаutiful with fair skin, leaving а dееp imрressiоn.
At first, Jiang Сi didn’t mеntiоn аnything abоut wеapоns. Instead, shе ехрressеd intеrest in purchasing oil—gasolinе, diesеl, аnd аviаtiоn fuel—аnd hoped Вrothеr Sadе cоuld help connect her with suppliers.
Sade readily agreed. Oil was the one thing his country had in abundance.
He even helped Jiang Ci rent a massive warehouse.
Ten thousand tons of gasoline, ten thousand tons of diesel, and twenty thousand tons of aviation fuel.
Jiang Ci spent 400 million on the oil, filling the entire super-sized warehouse with densely packed barrels.
Each barrel was clearly labeled to distinguish the type of fuel.
It took Jiang Ci two days to finalize the oil deal with Sade.
After receiving the warehouse keys, Jiang Ci didn’t immediately collect the oil. Instead, she began discussing the purchase of weapons with Sade.
Fearing a double-cross, she didn’t dare buy much—just a few guns and two crates of ammunition, treating it as a small-scale transaction.
Sade introduced Jiang Ci to Tariq, a well-known local arms dealer.
Tariq was a foreign man with a shaved head, blue eyes, and tattooed arms.
He looked kind and gentle. If not for Sade’s introduction, Jiang Ci would never have guessed he was an arms dealer.
Sade seemed to have a good relationship with Tariq. Moreover, the small quantity of weapons Jiang Ci wanted was insignificant to Tariq, who promised to deliver them the following afternoon.
The next afternoon, Jiang Ci waited at the agreed-upon location as scheduled.
After a while, two young foreign men arrived in a car.
One of them spoke fluent English to Jiang Ci:
“Tariq sent us to deliver the goods.”
Jiang Ci handed over a briefcase filled with cash, completing the exchange on the spot.
After the transaction, the two men switched to a local minority language and began conversing casually, as if no one else was around.
They didn’t know that Jiang Ci had a talent for languages. Though she couldn’t understand everything, she could vaguely grasp some of what they were saying.
The two were discussing how Tariq’s rival had been causing trouble again that day, trying to seize a batch of goods Tariq was selling to a European noble.
The goods were hidden in a secret location, and it was unclear how the rival had found them. Tariq was currently handling the situation, and they needed to hurry back to help relocate the shipment.
Although Jiang Ci understood some of it, she didn’t dare get involved. With two forces clashing, she was just a small fry—better to finish her business and return to China to stay safe.
With both oil and guns secured, Jiang Ci planned to head to the warehouse that night under the cover of darkness, store all the oil in her space, and then prepare to return to China.
That night, under the cover of darkness, Jiang Ci unlocked the warehouse, stored all the oil in her space, locked the warehouse again, and left on the electric scooter she had arrived on.
She had booked a ticket back to China for that night, wanting to avoid any unexpected complications.
As she passed by a dilapidated church, Jiang Ci realized something was wrong—she seemed to have taken a wrong turn.
Just as she was about to turn back, she suddenly spotted two familiar men emerging from around the corner of the church—the same two who had delivered the guns to her that afternoon.Jiang Ci quickly stowed the electric bike into her space and carefully hid herself.
“The goods have all been moved into the church. Vic is going to come up empty-handed this time.”
“We still need to stay alert. This batch of goods is no small amount.”
The leaner man spoke calmly, then suddenly fired a shot at the head of the man beside him.
The man fell to the ground, his eyes wide with disbelief, blood pooling around him.
The shooter glanced around to confirm no one was nearby, then took out his phone and made a call.
“Hurry over and move the goods. I’ve taken care of everyone.”
After hanging up, he threw the phone on the ground and stomped it to pieces. Then he shot himself in the arm and leg, injuring himself before limping away in a car.
Jiang Ci was stunned by this series of actions.
If she wasn’t mistaken, this man was a traitor. He was pretending to be injured and defeated so he could go back and call for reinforcements.
That man named Vic would likely arrive soon with his people to move the goods.
Ugh, what a mess! Since she had stumbled upon this, she felt she deserved some compensation for the shock to her poor nerves.
Time was tight. Jiang Ci climbed through the window into the church. Inside, it was just as quiet, with only faint candlelight casting a dim yellow glow.
The floor was covered with wooden crates. She quietly opened one—it was filled with firearms.
Not wanting to waste any more time, she touched every crate she could see and stored them all in her space.
After finishing, she climbed back out through the window, hopped on her electric bike, and sped away.
Even from a distance, she could faintly hear the roar of engines and gunfire coming from the direction of the church.
Clutching her pounding chest, Jiang Ci didn’t dare look back. She stashed her electric bike in a hidden spot and hailed a taxi straight to the airport.
She had lost some time, and her flight back home was about to take off.
Only when the plane was airborne did Jiang Ci finally feel at ease.
Who would have thought she could walk away empty-handed with such a huge batch of goods?
Having a space was incredibly convenient.
Free weapons delivered right to her doorstep—why not take them?
She had originally felt that the firearms and ammunition she bought were too few, but she didn’t dare buy too much and risk drawing attention.
Now, without spending a single penny, she had acquired so much. She was overjoyed and thrilled.
Taking a deep breath, Jiang Ci closed her eyes to rest. After such intense focus, she suddenly felt exhausted.
After a solid nap, the plane finally entered Chinese airspace.
…
Jiang Ci rested at home for an entire day without stepping out. Once she felt refreshed, she entered her space and opened the crates one by one.
Rocket launchers, grenades, Desert Eagle M1911 pistols.
M200 sniper rifle, codenamed “Grim Reaper,” with a range of 2,286 meters and a starting price of 3 million RMB.
Barrett M82A1 sniper rifle, codenamed “Big Gun,” capable of blasting a huge hole through a person—extremely powerful.
M249 light machine gun, codenamed “Big Pineapple,” firing 1,000 rounds per minute with a range of 1,000 meters.
M134 Gatling heavy machine gun, the battlefield meat grinder, firing 6,600 rounds per minute.
AK47, with superb overall performance, usable in any environment.
Triangular bayonet, capable of causing secondary injuries with wounds that won’t heal.
Mad Dog tactical assault knife, resembling a fruit knife, with a rust-proof blade and lightweight design.Nepalese kukri, a curved blade about 30-40 cm long, with the lethality of an axe.
Bulletproof vests, stab-proof clothing, gas masks, radiation suits, temperature-controlled garments, cold-weather gear.
And countless rounds of ammunition.
This trip was truly worth it—so much professional weaponry and equipment, more than Jiang Ci could ever use in a lifetime.