Qatar.
Jiang Ci followed the local customs, changed into local clothing, and went to find Brother Saad.
Saad was a bearded, middle-aged man with chiseled features and dark skin. He wore a thick gold chain and gold rings, and kept two large lions and two falcons at home.
He still remembered Jiang Ci. After all, she was exceptionally beautiful and fair-skinned, leaving a very strong impression.
Jiang Ci did not mention weapons at first. She only said she wanted to buy fuel-gasoline, diesel, and aviation kerosene-and hoped Brother Saad could help put her in touch with suppliers.
Saad readily agreed. If there was one thing his country had no shortage of, it was oil.
He also helped Jiang Ci rent a huge warehouse.
Ten thousand tonnes of gasoline, ten thousand tonnes of diesel, and twenty thousand tonnes of aviation fuel.
Jiang Ci spent 400 million on fuel, and tightly packed fuel drums filled the entire enormous warehouse.
Every drum was labeled so she could clearly tell which kind of fuel it contained.
Jiang Ci spent two days discussing the fuel arrangements with Saad.
After getting the warehouse key, Jiang Ci did not immediately go collect the fuel. Instead, she began discussing buying weapons with Saad.
She was afraid of being double-crossed, so she did not dare buy much, just a few guns and two crates of ammunition.
Saad introduced Jiang Ci to Tariq, a well-known local arms dealer.
Tariq was a middle-aged foreign man with tattoo sleeves, a bald head, and blue eyes.
He looked so kindly that, without Saad's introduction, Jiang Ci would never have associated him with an arms boss.
Saad seemed to be on very good terms with Tariq. Besides, the small quantity of weapons Jiang Ci wanted was nothing to Tariq, and he promised to have them brought over the following afternoon.
The next afternoon, Jiang Ci waited at the agreed location as arranged.
After quite a while, two young foreign men finally drove up.
One of them spoke to Jiang Ci fluently in a foreign language:
"Tariq sent us to deliver the goods."
Jiang Ci handed over a leather suitcase filled with cash, and the two sides exchanged payment and goods on the spot.
After finishing the transaction with Jiang Ci, the two switched to a less common local language and began chatting as though no one else were there.
They did not know Jiang Ci had a real talent for languages. Although she could not understand everything, she could make out some of it.
The gist of their conversation was that Tariq's rival had stirred up trouble again today and wanted to seize a shipment Tariq had sold to European aristocrats.
The shipment had been well hidden, and they did not know how the other side had found it. Tariq was dealing with the matter now, and they needed to hurry back to help move the shipment.
Although Jiang Ci understood some of it, she did not dare meddle. With two forces exchanging fire, a noob like her had better finish her own business and hurry back home to stay alive.
Now that she had both fuel and guns, Jiang Ci planned to go to the warehouse under cover of darkness tonight, put all the fuel into her space, and then return home.
That night, under cover of darkness, Jiang Ci opened the warehouse. After putting all the fuel into her space, she locked the warehouse again and left on the electric scooter she had ridden there.
She had bought a ticket home for tonight to avoid complications from any delay.
As she passed a dilapidated church, Jiang Ci realized something was wrong. She seemed to have taken the wrong road.
She was just about to turn back when she suddenly saw two familiar men come around the corner of the church-the very pair who had delivered her guns that afternoon.
Jiang Ci hurriedly put the electric scooter into her space and carefully hid herself.
"We've moved all the goods into the church. Wick will come up empty this time."
"We still need to stay alert. This is no small shipment."
The thinner man spoke with an unchanged expression, then suddenly shot the man beside him in the head.
The man fell to the ground with his eyes still open in death, blood pooling across the ground.
The shooter scanned his surroundings. After confirming no one was there, he 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 his phone onto the ground and stomped it to pieces. Then he shot himself once in the arm and once in the leg. Having wounded himself, he limped over to a vehicle and drove away.
Jiang Ci was left dumbfounded by this series of actions.
If she was not mistaken, this man was a traitor. He was pretending he had been wounded and overwhelmed, and was going back for reinforcements.
That person named Wick would probably bring people over to collect the goods very soon.
Ugh, what a mess! Since I've stumbled into this, I think I need some compensation for the emotional distress to soothe my poor little heart after that scare.
Time was short. Jiang Ci climbed through a window into the church. Sure enough, it was quiet inside too, with only faint candle flames giving off a dim yellow glow.
Wooden crates covered the floor. She quietly opened one, and it was full of guns.
Not wanting to waste time, Jiang Ci touched every crate she could see and put them all into her space.
Once she had collected everything, she climbed back out through the window, got on her electric scooter, and fled.
Even after she had gone far away, she could faintly hear roaring engines and gunfire coming from the direction of the church.
Jiang Ci clutched her pounding chest, not daring to look back. She put away her electric scooter in a secluded spot, then took a taxi straight to the airport.
She had lost some time, and her flight home was about to take off.
Only when the plane was in the air did Jiang Ci finally feel completely at ease.
Who could have imagined that she had carried off such a huge shipment empty-handed?
Having a space really was so convenient.
She might as well take weapons that practically fell into her lap.
She had originally felt she had bought too few guns and too little ammunition, but she had not dared buy too much for fear of arousing suspicion and attracting attention.
Now she had obtained so much without spending a penny. She was truly delighted and excited.
Taking a deep breath, Jiang Ci closed her eyes to rest. She had been intensely focused earlier, and now she suddenly felt exhausted.
After she had enjoyed a sound sleep, the plane finally entered Chinese airspace.
Jiang Ci rested at home for an entire day without going out. Once she was well rested, she entered her space and opened the crates one by one.
Rocket launchers, hand grenades, Desert Eagle M1911 pistols.
M200 sniper rifles, codenamed Death, with a range of 2,286 meters and a starting price of 3 million yuan.
Barrett M82A1 sniper rifles, codenamed Cannon, which could blow a large hole in a person. Extremely powerful.
M249 light machine guns, codenamed Big Pineapple, firing 1,000 rounds per minute with a range of 1,000 meters.
M134 Gatling heavy machine guns, battlefield meat grinders, firing 6,600 rounds per minute.
AK-47s, with excellent all-around performance, usable in any environment.
Triangular military bayonets, capable of causing secondary damage and wounds that would not heal.
Mad Dog tactical assault knives, resembling fruit knives, with rustproof blades and a light, compact build.
Nepalese military knives, recurved blades around 30-40 centimeters long, with the killing power of an axe.
Bulletproof vests, stab-resistant clothing, gas masks, radiation-protection suits, temperature-regulating clothing, and cold-weather clothing.
There were also countless rounds of ammunition.
This trip had truly been worth it. Jiang Ci could never use up so much professional weaponry and equipment in her lifetime.