Suburbs of Luuk Town, Jolo Island, Philippines. [Full text]
In a simple restaurant, three Filipinos wearing gray shirts were sitting around a table.
"What time is it?" The darker-skinned man among the three glanced at the door and asked his companion in a low voice.
The person in question glanced at his watch and replied, "It's already 13 o'clock."
The fat man who had been silent took a deep breath and tugged on his collar anxiously.
"Santos, do you think that man will come?"
"I don't know, I can't trust Chinese people." Santos said lightly.
The fat man turned his thick lips and didn't make any comment on Santos' words. He just leaned back on the chair. To talk about why they appeared here, we have to start with the phone call we received last night.
Those sitting here are all senior officials of the Moro National Liberation Front. Although most of the armed forces of the "Mojie" are deployed in Mindanao, no one would have thought that their base camp is located on Jolo Island next to Mindanao.
At that time, Santos was getting ready to go to bed when a strange call came to his mobile phone. After some hesitation, he cautiously pressed the connect button. However, as soon as the call was connected, the person on the other side did not introduce himself, but went straight to the point and stated that he would provide weapons to the Moroccan Liberation Organization.
Judging from the English accent, the other person must be Chinese.
Santos is still very cautious about the olive branch offered by the Chinese. In the Philippines, overseas Chinese control more than 60% of the country's economy with more than 1% of the population. No one will have a good impression of their wealthy neighbors.
However, Santos found it difficult to refuse the offer made by that person.
Enough ammunition to arm an infantry division!
What shocked him even more was that the man said that the arms had arrived in the Philippines!
With this batch of arms, the equipment shortage problem currently faced by Mojie will be easily solved, and he can immediately raise an armed force of more than 7,000 people from his supporters, expanding the combat effectiveness of the guerrillas several times!
The only thing that scares Santos is. The person who put forward this condition was a Chinese, and this Chinese knew his situation well, and even casually told him the house number of the hotel where he was staying at the moment.
Of course, in order to prevent his phone from being monitored, Jiang Chen did not specify which hotel in which city he was staying.
A drop of cold sweat ran down his forehead. After some thought, Santos finally agreed to his proposal to meet. The police didn't come to the door. At least it has been shown that the other party is not hostile.
Hence the present scene.
After secretly deploying gunmen near the hotel, Santos took his two confidants and sat in the hotel. They sat down in the private room arranged by that person, ordered two dishes, and then waited patiently for that person's arrival.
But now, the appointed time has come.
"He tricked us." The fat man spread his hands.
Santos closed his eyes and thought for a moment, "Wait a minute. If no one comes in 10 minutes, we will withdraw."
However, as soon as he finished speaking, there was a knock on the door.
The man with the watch subconsciously touched his waist. When Santos shook his head, he put his hand back on the table.
"Come in," Santos said to the door.
The door opened, but a boy over 10 years old came in.
Seeing the people in the room looking at him in surprise, the boy shyly handed over the tablet in his hand.
"Someone asked me to bring this thing here."
"Where is that person?" Santos stared into the boy's eyes.
There was a timid expression on his face. The boy shook his head vigorously, his hands holding the tablet couldn't help shaking, and he said quickly, "I don't know. He was wearing a mask. He gave me 10 dollars and asked me to deliver this to this box."
With that said, the boy carefully placed the tablet on the sofa next to the door, then immediately turned around and ran out of the door.
Ignoring the boy, Santos winked at the fat man and motioned for him to bring the tablet over.
Just then, the phone rang again.
See the caller. Santos pressed the connect button and said in a low voice, "What on earth are you playing?"
No nonsense with him. Jiang Chen said straight to the point.
"There is a map on the tablet, and the power-on password is 1234. You can try to open it and have a look."
He frowned slightly, but Santos still chose to follow the instructions and opened the map on the tablet according to Jiang Chen's instructions.
"Then what?"
"There are a total of 8 arsenals, buried in every corner of the southern Philippines." Jiang Chen said with a smile.
"Where is the arsenal?" Santos asked hurriedly.
"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 a 'treasure' address."
What does this mean
Santos was stunned for a moment, cursed secretly in his mind, and couldn't help but ask, "What's the point of doing this?"
"I provide you with arms and banknotes to fund your cause, not so that you can use them as bargaining chips in negotiations with government forces, but because I want to see you separate Mindanao from the territory of the Philippines. Do you understand what I mean? ?" Jiang Chen said calmly.
His eyes flickered slightly, and Santos opened his mouth to try to persuade.
"I promise that I will lead the Moro people to independence, you can trust me!"
"Haha, the most valuable thing in this world is trust, especially for two strangers." Jiang Chen laughed.
"Then why should we believe you?" Santos said in a deep tone.
"So I decided to pay first." Jiang Chen shrugged, "The first password: ad2g3&%#... After entering the password, you will unlock the arsenal address and a mission briefing. After completing it, I will naturally tell you the next password after confirming it on the news."
"That's all I have to say, so good luck."
"Wait a minute!" Seeing that the man was about to hang up, Santos, who had just finished entering his password, hurriedly tried to stop him, but a busy tone of "beep" came from the other end of the phone.
Putting the phone back into his trouser pocket, Santos looked at the tablet on the table with a gloomy expression.
"Boss, what should I do?" the fat man asked in a low voice.
Looking wordlessly at the red dot on the map located on the outskirts of Luuk Town, Santos was silent for a while and then spoke.
"Kalder, take people to this location on the map."
"Yes." The man wearing the watch stood up, firmly remembered the location of the hidden arms on the map in his mind, and then walked out the door.
Santos closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair.
To be honest, this feeling of being manipulated made him unhappy. But he couldn't refuse such a generous offer. If Jiang Chen provided him with all the weapons at once, he might choose a safer approach. For example, first gather an armed force and prepare for about a year, and then launch an offensive.
Soon, the cell phone in his pocket rang.
After answering the call, Calder's nervous voice came from the other end.
"Boss, I found it."
"How many things are there?" Santos asked in a deep voice.
Calder's throat was a little dry. "There were body armor, even night vision goggles, and C4 explosives inside. 2,000 rifles and 40 boxes of rifle ammunition were found. 10 RPG-7s, 100 rounds of ammunition..." ... Five mortars, 100 rounds of artillery shells. And $5 million in cash."
arms! 5 million US dollars!
Santos sat up suddenly, his fingers holding the phone trembling uncontrollably, "Immediately arrange for manpower to transport the arsenal to our gathering point."
"Understood!" Kalder nodded.
Calder was his confidant and he could trust his loyalty.
After hanging up the phone and ignoring the questioning look on the fat man's face, Santos glanced at the mission briefing on the tablet.
[Target: Pagadian City. Destroyed the city police station, power station, and government buildings, and killed more than 80 government soldiers.]
Licking his dry lips, Santos felt his heartbeat speeding up.
If he had followed his instructions, it would have been the largest attack planned by the Moroccan Liberation Army since 13 years ago. And with the support of this batch of arms and funds, the Moroccan Jie will be fully capable of launching this attack!
But in this case, there is no way out.
There was a flash of hesitation in his eyes, but that hesitation was soon replaced by madness, and Santos made a decision silently in his heart.
It's time for big news! (~^~)