109: Chapter 109 To do a good deed to the end, to see it through to the end.

Beijing, a conference room with tight security.

The data in the encrypted USB drive had been fully copied, and the technicians were conducting the final cross-validation. In the room, besides Director Zhou and that stern-looking middle-aged man, there was also an elderly man with gray hair and a composed demeanor.

"The preliminary verification results are out," the stern middle-aged man put down the report in his hand, his voice filled with suppressed excitement. "Every target on the list highly matches the intelligence we have, and it even supplemented many covert lines we had never reached before. The value of this list... is simply inestimable."

The elderly man tapped his fingers lightly on the table, pondering in silence. He spoke: "He wants the equipment for an armored combined arms company; his appetite is not small."

Director Zhou replied: "Chief, I have studied Lin Zhou; he is an absolute pragmatist. Since he asked for it, it means this is what he needs most urgently right now. Giving it to him can immediately be converted into capital for his foothold in Africa."

"Directly giving military equipment has a bad impact. Moreover, this person is unruly, and we would essentially be funding an uncontrollable warlord." The stern middle-aged man raised his concerns.

"My view is different." Director Zhou shook his head and offered his own insight. "First, we must clarify one point: these primary pieces of equipment, such as light armored vehicles, assault rifles, and man-portable rocket launchers, are not cutting-edge technology. Even if we don't sell them, with money in hand, he could buy them from arms dealers in Russia, Eastern Europe, or even the Middle East. It is merely a matter of price and the difficulty of the channels."

He turned to the elderly man and stated earnestly: "If we only give him some monetary rewards or discounted aid because of our concerns, then we are just having a simple intelligence transaction with him. And the value of that list is far from what a company's worth of equipment can measure. We owe him a very heavy favor."

"Therefore," Director Zhou said, enunciating each word, "my suggestion is to simply be generous and do it all at once. If he wants a company, we give him a reinforced company, or even promise him a combined arms battalion! We can package it as 'gratuitous aid' and a 'deferred payment military sales contract,' making it legitimate. In this way, not only have we repaid this immense favor, but we have also demonstrated our stature as a major power. This investment is an investment in a key piece on the board in Africa for the future, a friend, not a penny-pinching customer."

The elderly man was silent for a moment, then finally nodded and made his decision: "Proceed according to your plan. When dealing with people like Lin Zhou, you need to have a big picture. We aren't just owing him a favor; we want to make him feel that cooperating with us is far more straightforward and reliable than trading with others."

Three days later, Lin Zhou met Director Zhou again at another, more secluded location.

This time, there was an additional middle-aged man beside Director Zhou, with a stern and unsmiling face. He did not introduce himself, but Lin Zhou could detect the sharpness belonging to a powerful department from him, which was completely different from Director Zhou.

"Did you bring the complete list?" Director Zhou asked straightforwardly.

Lin Zhou placed an encrypted USB drive on the table.

"All the data is inside; it is a one-time copy, burn after reading."

The stern middle-aged man took out a special device, connected the USB drive, and began data transmission and verification. During this process, no one spoke, and there was only the low sound of equipment running in the room.

A few minutes later, the man nodded to Director Zhou. Only then did Director Zhou breathe a sigh of relief. When he looked at Lin Zhou, his eyes were mixed with approval and scrutiny.

"Lin Zhou, thank you for your contribution!!"

"I just made a transaction," Lin Zhou corrected him.

"No, this is not a transaction," Director Zhou shook his head. "This is what you, as a descendant of China, should do. The country will not forget your contribution."

He paused and continued: "Your request has been agreed to in principle by the higher-ups. However, some details need to be adjusted."

"Please go ahead."

"Providing you with an armored combined arms company directly is too big a target and will cause unnecessary trouble internationally. Especially since you haven't gained universal recognition yet," Director Zhou explained. "So, we will change the method."

"We will, in the name of 'security equipment aid,' provide your Police Force with a fully equipped and fully manned 'SWAT company'."

"A SWAT company?" Lin Zhou's brows twitched.

Director Zhou smiled: "This SWAT is not that SWAT. This company has an establishment of 150 people. The individual equipment consists entirely of our latest police assault rifles, high-precision sniper rifles, and submachine guns. The protective gear is military-grade heavy bulletproof vests and helmets."

"In addition, we will additionally equip this company with six man-portable anti-tank rocket launchers, twelve grenade launchers, and a squad of reconnaissance-strike integrated drones."

Lin Zhou's breathing paused slightly. This firepower configuration was already far beyond the scope of ordinary police.

"In terms of vehicles," Director Zhou continued to add to the offer, "we will provide two of the latest 'Mengshi' high-mobility armored assault vehicles. Although they are not main battle tanks, the 30mm autocannon and anti-tank missiles mounted on them are enough to deal with the vast majority of low-intensity conflicts."

This is no longer a "SWAT company"; this is clearly a light rapid reaction force!

Director Zhou watched Lin Zhou's change in expression and continued satisfactorily: "This is just the first batch. The plan we agreed on internally is to gratuitously aid you with the equipment for a 'combined arms battalion.' The remaining two companies, including heavier equipment, will need to be delivered in batches after you officially become a member of the United Nations."

"Gratuitous aid?" Lin Zhou was indeed a bit surprised.

"Yes, gratuitous," Director Zhou nodded. "However, a contract must be signed. All equipment will be signed under a detailed military sales contract based on international market prices. It's just that you don't need to pay for this contract."

Lin Zhou's mind raced, and he immediately grasped the deep meaning of this arrangement. On the surface, this is a military sales contract, and everything complies with international law and commercial rules; no one can find fault with it. In secret, this is the country's support and reward for him, and he doesn't have to spend a penny. This favor is much heavier than a simple transaction.

"I agree," Lin Zhou agreed decisively.

"Good," Director Zhou smiled. "The equipment will be secretly transported to your training base in Beijing within a week. I hope your soldiers can form combat effectiveness as soon as possible."

The agreement was reached, and both sides achieved their goals.

After Lin Zhou left, the stern middle-aged man asked: "Old Zhou, is it too risky to just give him the equipment? This Lin Zhou is not a quiet person."

Director Zhou picked up his teacup and blew on the steam. "Only if he is not quiet does he have value. The more he stirs things up in that part of Africa, the more he can attract the attention of certain countries, and the pressure on us can also be lighter."

"What's more," he put down the teacup, his eyes becoming sharp, "the value of that list is far more than a combined arms battalion. We have made a huge profit this time."

"With it, we have an unexpected trump card in the next game."

One week later. The secret training base in the Beijing Suburbs.

When more than a dozen huge military trucks drove into the camp and stopped on the training ground, the 150 new police officers who were undergoing physical training all stopped their actions.

He Jun personally stepped forward and lifted the canvas on the first truck. Under the sunlight, rows of brand-new, cold-metal-shining weapons were neatly stacked in boxes. Assault rifles, sniper rifles, squad machine guns...

The air was filled with the strong smell of machine oil and gunpowder. Those special forces soldiers who had once stirred up winds and clouds all over the world saw these weapons, and their eyes changed suddenly, revealing greed and longing like hungry wolves. Their Adam's apples rolled, and their breathing became heavy.

On the other side of the training ground, two "Mengshi" armored vehicles covered with camouflage nets were quietly parked there like two dormant steel beasts.

Lin Zhou had already stood at the front of the team. From today on, the Cyber Freedom Republic finally has its own guns.