Chapter 202 Art is Pai Daxing About twenty minutes later, a Beggar Gang disciple also drove over in a sand truck. After arriving here, he also encountered the same problem and called the chief leader to inquire about the situation. Zhang Ailun informed them to come in through the side door, and the Beggar Gang disciples took a detour and drove the sand truck into the venue. "These are the raw materials for explosives." Zhang Ailun waved to the blaster boy Hua Lai and asked with a smile: "Can you make and mix it here?" The blaster Hua Lai opened the plastic barrels and checked the raw materials. He found nothing wrong. There were also mixers and various instruments on the site. He said confidently, "Don't worry, Boss. I learned how to mix clay explosives in the army. I'm a professional. Leave it to me!" He rolled up his sleeves, put on rubber gloves, took out the dosing cup, found a few people to help him, and then began to make and mix the ingredients on the spot, adding clay powder, softened water, aluminum powder, and other raw materials in a special proportion, and stirred them. Zhang Ailun let them do it with confidence and pulled Supervisor Red aside. It was also the first time for Supervisor Red to see people rubbing clay explosives by hand on site. He stood on tiptoe and stretched his neck to learn the professional techniques, but was stopped by the chief. Zhang Ailun said with a smile: "Dude, it won't do you any good to learn this."
"Who said that? Maybe one day I will get so depressed that I will hug the explosives and die together with others." Supervisor Red said stubbornly. The production process is very quick. Within just over ten minutes, the raw materials have been formed in the blender and soon become a white plastic that is elastic and soft like plasticine. Hua Lai grabbed a piece of clay and rolled it into a ball, then ran over to let the chief take a look. "Boss, it's almost done. Clay explosives are stable and flammable. They can only explode if detonators and initiators are put into them. Normally, they are just a pile of ordinary materials and can be used to make fires and build walls." "No one would think of using this stuff to build a wall..." Supervisor Red complained. When he saw Hua Lai handing over the clay explosives, he quickly took a step back and waved his hands repeatedly: "Hey! Keep it away! Man, I don't want to get stuck with this stuff." Compared to the life-threatening supervisor Red, Zhang Ailun was much calmer. He took the lump of clay explosive that looked like plasticine, kneaded it left and right, and used his superb craftsmanship to make it into the shape of Patrick. "Go, try to detonate it with the detonator. Remember to run far away from it!" Zhang Ailun handed the explosives to Hua Lai. "Okay." The Beggar Gang disciple immediately took action, inserted the detonator and detonator into Patrick's explosives, ran to the open space outside the venue, and after a while of operation, ran back and counted down to detonate. With the ticking countdown, there was a bang, flames shot up into the sky! The harmless Patrick exploded. Sure enough! Art is Patrick! ! Zhang Ailun looked at the power of the detonated explosives and felt that it was quite powerful. This thing was indeed a practical and stable military invention. Even the Broadsword mines used similar explosive materials. It's just a little thing that looks like a pile of mud. The raw materials are not very valuable at all, but as long as it is packed in a box, it can be sold for a good price! He immediately ordered the Beggar Gang disciples to start working, making copies of the prepared raw material molds and placing them neatly in the clay explosive packaging boxes. One box weighed about 1000 grams, or one kilogram. No one knew where Yuri got the packaging boxes from. They were colorful, with no logo and different prints. But they were neatly packaged in the cardboard box and one could tell they were expensive, much more expensive than the bulk ones. Originally, it was just a piece of ordinary clay explosive that most people would not recognize if it was thrown on the roadside, but after being packaged, it became something that ordinary people could not afford. The original price of $25 instantly increased to $250, and the bidding price for selling it to the military district started at $50000 per kilogram. This is how we do business! The Beggar Gang disciples were busy in full swing, and after assigning their respective tasks, Hua Lai and the Beggar Gang disciples who helped him were responsible for preparing the clay explosives and making them into usable raw materials according to the proportions, while the others were responsible for printing and packaging. Unfortunately, the quantity of raw materials is not enough, and such a small amount of things does not require professional equipment on the assembly line. It is purely handmade and the money earned is hard-earned. Otherwise, if the quantity is sufficient, the purchase price of raw materials will be a bargain. The small workshop in the processing plant can produce at least tens of thousands of boxes a day, and selling each box for hundreds of dollars can make a lot of money. After spending several hours, it was already early morning when the Beggar Gang disciples finally finished digesting all the raw materials. They carefully packed them into boxes, sealed them in cardboard boxes, and loaded them onto the sand-carrying truck. Supervisor Red had dark circles under his eyes from working so hard. He yawned and checked the time. "Finally it's done. It's getting late. Someone will be coming to the site to take over the job soon. You should leave now." "I know it without you telling me. It's a pleasure working with you. Let's work together again if there's a chance." Zhang Ailun shook hands with him with satisfaction, and had someone clean up the place, put things back in their original places, and also helped take away the barrels of raw materials for disposal.
"I don't think there will be a next time." Supervisor Red was eager to send these plague gods away. "That may not be the case. Everything is possible. Goodbye." Zhang Ailun smiled, then led his people into the car and left. Supervisor Red also checked the site again to make sure nothing was missed. After handling the scene, he drove the car outside, locked the door, and then left quickly with a guilty conscience. After leaving the gravel yard, Zhang Ailun asked Sig to drive the car, drove into the main road of the highway, stopped on the road and installed the license plate before continuing driving. He took out his cell phone and searched for the Rockinway Military Base. The navigation automatically located the base and Sig drove there according to the route map. The mobile navigation system also issued a notification sound: "A route has been planned for you. The current road is gravel road No. 156. After driving 10 kilometers ahead, turn left and enter the main road No. 202. It is estimated that it will take 1 hour and 46 minutes to reach the target area." The military base was located in a remote area, basically not close to any small town, and there were no hotels nearby. Zhang Ailun could only search the nearby construction plains and stay up all night in the venue there. Driving a truckload of illegal clay explosives of unknown origin without the stamp of the Firearms Administration, even with the qualifications of the Armed Nation it was not safe, and he certainly would not think of passing through the city. It is already early in the morning, and the military base will definitely not open its doors to you for trading. The training time stipulates that you have to get up at 7:50 in the morning and the base will officially open, but in fact you have to wait until about 9 o'clock. If you want to trade, you have to make an appointment in advance. Zhang Ailun logged into the bidding website and made an appointment in the background of the military base, saying that he had already escorted the clay explosive raw materials to the military area and that they would probably be delivered tomorrow morning. But no one responded. Sig drove the vehicle steadily on the highway. Even in the early morning hours, there were still many vehicles on the suburban roads. Most of them were main roads leading to small towns and other counties. The closer to the Rockinway Military Base, the fewer vehicles there were. During the period, we also saw a police car with sirens blaring passing by the convoy, but fortunately nothing happened as the other party was chasing two motorcycles. At first glance, he was an old ghost-fire boy from the suburbs. The convoy drove into a sparsely populated road. After a while, no one was seen. Zhang Ailun simply closed his eyes and rested. After more than an hour, they arrived at the target location. Sig parked his car in a nearby field and could see a large-scale military base a few hundred meters away. There was a thick wall and a tall signal tower with red and green lights flashing alternately. "There should be a bar or private hotel nearby. From what I understand, after get off work, soldiers at the military base will look for entertainment venues nearby or order takeout for delivery. There's no reason why this place should be special." As a former Marine Corps captain, Sig is well aware of the soldiers' hobbies. He has visited and trained at military bases more than once and understands the inside story. What high-intensity training? If the military bases are not responsible for not fighting on the front lines, how can there be so much training on weekdays? Just run around, learn some shooting and tactics, and stand guard, and that's it. Isn't that another day of messing around? Do you think everyone is a Navy SEAL? Even the Navy SEALs don't go out for training every day. It's enough to have execution capabilities, and the tactical coordination is not that incredible. Joining the army is just a high-paying job. All the glory and love are secondary. The main thing is to get promotion, salary increase, sell arms and make money everywhere. "Is the takeaway you're talking about a regular takeaway?" Zhang Ailun asked. It's a military base after all, there's no reason anyone can get in. "It's a special car and the service fee for a single person is as high as several hundred dollars. There are many people willing to come, and some diligent girls can earn thousands of dollars a day. It's a very complicated business." Sig is used to it. Otherwise, do you think the military base's procurement list, which requires reimbursement of so many condoms every month, is a joke to you? This is a free benefit that every soldier can receive, otherwise it will definitely cause dissatisfaction among the soldiers. But the number of condoms consumed by the military base in a quarter is only enough to match the number of condoms consumed by the Olympic Pregnancy Games once. Even in the following year, there will be many mixed-race children, but no one knows who their biological father is. There were too many people at that time. "Of course, I don't know much about the consumption standards of this military base, and I have never been here. If it is really a little special and different from other military bases, then just ignore what I said." Sig spread his hands, but he didn't quite believe that this place was innocent, otherwise why would they transport arms here to trade. Zhang Ailun searched for nearby facilities but found nothing. The nearest motel was 20 kilometers away. They simply laid down the seats and rested in the car. Xige and the Beggar Gang disciples were responsible for guarding the shift changes, and they spent the night outside the military base.
As for making money, how can you make money without working hard? When I closed my eyes and opened them again, it was already noon. Zhang Ailun stretched and felt his neck a little sore. His sleep quality was not very good, far worse than that in the RV. I glanced at Sig, who was driving the car and was still sleeping with his head tilted back, so I didn't disturb him. After getting off the car, I ran to the small woods next to me to pee, and I felt refreshed. The Beggar Gang disciples who were resting on the sand truck also got up and greeted the chief leader. Zhang Ailun responded one by one, took out a piece of chewing gum, opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat, took out his mobile phone and took a look, and found that there was new message. They were sent to him by Jennifer and Supervisor Red in the early morning. Jennifer: [Private picture], honey, your Lamborghini is so cool. I have a few sisters who want to meet you. Do you have time? Zhang Ailun clicked on the picture to enlarge it. Several blonde and blue-eyed white girls with different figures took a cool photo together, but Jennifer was still the most eye-catching one among them. Zhang Ailun: Having you is enough for me. Jennifer: Your answer makes me happy, thank you dear! But if you need anything, you can tell me, I don’t mind playing with my friends. Zhang Ailun: We’ll talk about it when the time comes. Jennifer: :) Supervisor Red: If you need to purchase more raw materials for clay explosives, remember to contact me! Supervisor Red: Hello, Burger King. Are you still there? I remembered that there is another batch of goods in another venue. If you need it, please contact me as soon as possible! No, are you in such a hurry? What happened? What made you change your face so quickly? Zhang Ailun was a little puzzled until he clicked on the daily intelligence and took a look. [Daily Intelligence: Manager Red took the $70,000 he got from the deal, but instead of using it to repay his debts, he decided to try his luck again. Last night, he lost everything in an underground casino in Los Angeles. He was completely wiped out. This gambler does not deserve sympathy.] Zhang Ailun: … Well, I was wondering why I suddenly became so enthusiastic. My feelings are gone again. That’s $70,000!! You lost it all in the middle of the night? Why not do something with the money? You insisted on giving it to the casino. Now you have nothing. Burger King: Not really necessary for now. Supervisor Reid: If you need anything, please contact me as soon as possible. I am really short of money now! Burger King: I knew you would come to me. Man, if you are really short of money, go sell hooks. Director Reid: Are you insulting me? Burger King: You can make $2000 in one night in a wealthy area. Director Reid: I won't do that!! Burger King: Good luck.
Zhang Ailun exited the chat window. He had no plans to buy clay explosives for the time being. If he couldn't sell them in time, they would become nuclear bombs. He didn't have any professional bunkers or military bases to store those excess munitions. [Daily Intelligence: Jimmy placed an order for three sets of security equipment in your Armed Nation, hired the Razer Bikers to airlift them, and the project received $10000. Your SGS2-33 two-seat glider and Titanic victims' coins are expected to be ordered this afternoon. Details: The other party is not only a glider enthusiast, but also a wealthy military fan. ] Military enthusiast? So what? The chief is now also a military enthusiast. If you have the guts, buy out all the goods in his store. [Daily Intelligence: The Black Panther team that was carrying out the human trafficking mission was wiped out by you overnight. The survivors went to the city police station to report the crime, and the inside story was exposed through the media news. The crazy people of Heaven Gate in the Kiliya Mountains will be more restrained in human trafficking in the near future, but they will not give up completely. They will continue to hire the Motorband team in the suburbs to cast a net to catch them.] Zhang Ailun searched the news and saw that the inside story of human trafficking in the suburbs had been uncovered, but the popularity was not too high. Even if it was popular for a while, it was only a temporary solution and not a fundamental solution. As long as the other party doesn't provoke him, he won't take the initiative to get rid of the other party now, but the preparations still need to be made. Zhang Ailun simply sent a message to Blitz: Please help me check the firepower and armed team deployment of those Heaven Gate lunatics in the Kiliya Mountains. This shouldn’t be a big problem for you, right? Blitzcrank: Ok. Of course not a problem, I'll send it to you once I find out. Are you planning to get rid of them? Zhang Ailun: It's just to prevent them from targeting us again. We need to be prepared in advance so that we can fight back! The chief never fights a battle without preparation. [Daily Intelligence: Thunderfire, a subsidiary of Mayweather Company, is selling weapons and equipment to qualified armed nations, including a large number of military weapons, sniper rifles, projectiles, modified vehicles, drones, three slightly damaged Gazelle armed helicopters, equipped with fire control radar versions, and 18 professional armed escort vehicles, each of which is priced at 22 to US dollars. Details: If your Thunderfire Armed Nation credit qualification meets the requirements, you can contact and make an appointment through the opportunity website to participate in this private armed military exhibition. ] (End of this chapter)