Compared to Kaman's disappointment, Joga wasn't the least bit surprised. He had been in North Africa for a while, and there were many legends about the old Colonel, who had been dead for years. Stories of secret treasures and hidden bases were rampant.
Now, this secret base proved that these rumors were not baseless but had some factual basis. Niss's straightforward decision to hand over the base to him was primarily driven by a desire for revenge, but more importantly, she simply didn't have the capability to handle the equipment here.
Joga, too, didn't have the means to fix these nearly obsolete items. Repairing them would cost as much as buying new ones. While he could eventually manage it, this unfortunate place was unsuitable, and the items were too conspicuous.
Instead of the almost useless tanks and armored vehicles, Joga found some valuable items on a few of the armored vehicles. Several armored vehicles were equipped with 'automated weapon stations,' which were still quite advanced by today's standards.
Although Joga dared not sell the armored vehicles, he could dismantle the automated weapon stations and their fire control systems and install them on pickup trucks or large off-road vehicles. Whether he could sell them or not was uncertain, but these would definitely be a formidable asset for ground combat.
Joga had another secret that others didn't know about—the 'Universal Toolbox.' This miraculous processing center needed to draw material from the outside world to use as raw materials, then synthesize them into suitable materials.
In the past, Joga had spent his idle time scavenging through Khartoum's dumps and various vehicle scrapyards for suitable raw materials. Now, he wouldn't need to do that anymore. He could fill up the raw material warehouse in one go, and since these high-quality materials couldn't be sold, it would be a waste to leave them behind.
Moreover, Joga could scan and obtain detailed blueprints of the tanks and armored vehicles. If he wanted, he could replicate parts and assemble a brand-new piece of land warfare equipment.
However, there was no rush. Doing these things in front of Niss and Kaman would be too astonishing. Since the equipment wasn't going anywhere, he would have plenty of opportunities to deal with it later.
Joga was more interested in the items stored in the warehouses rather than the open-air land warfare equipment. As an arms dealer, not being able to get 500 AKs was quite unusual, and it was too wasteful to always use his universal toolbox to manufacture AKs.
Driven by greed, Joga still didn't fully grasp what he had. However, when he pushed open a large warehouse door and entered, he realized what it meant to be holding a 'hot potato.'
The warehouse built along the mountain wall was enormous, divided into several areas. The largest section was a warehouse for squad-level light weapons, containing a vast array of AK-74 rifles, PKM machine guns, RPG-7s, AT-4 anti-tank missiles, SAM-24 surface-to-air missiles, mortars of various calibers, recoilless rifles, and dozens of well-preserved large military trucks.
Joga didn't have time to count the exact number of weapons, but even a rough estimate showed that the light weapons here could arm thousands of people. In the unfortunate place of Africa, possessing these weapons meant that practically no one would dare to mess with you.
These were still somewhat normal; Russian-made light weapons were common worldwide, seen almost everywhere on battlefields. Selling them shouldn't be too problematic. However, the following items were quite outrageous.
Passing through several warehouses, Joga, guided by Niss, entered a colossal hangar connected by several smaller hangars. Here, there were six Mi-24 'Hind' attack helicopters, eight Mi-8 'Hip' transport helicopters, and, most shockingly, two beautifully designed Super Tucano propeller-driven fighter aircraft.
The hangar was equipped with a full set of maintenance tools and two fuel trucks.
If this was still somewhat normal, when Joga and the others moved from the hangar to the ammunition depot, he discovered just how terrifying the contents were.
Heavy machine guns, rocket pods, and other standard equipment were present, but what really scared Joga were the sixteen Russian-made air-dropped cluster bombs and eighty air-dropped thermobaric bombs.
These items were mass destruction weapons with a sky-high price. Niss was right—if Joga were from a special forces unit and could pilot a Mi-24, the Kendeweik would be nothing more than a minor issue. Finding his location and hitting it with a few rounds of rockets would eliminate him without a direct confrontation.
Unfortunately, Joga couldn't fly helicopters, and even if he could, a Mi-24 required two people to operate effectively. The front cockpit had a fire control position; without a fire controller, the Mi-24 was just a decent transport helicopter.
It was also clear that Niss had little understanding of such advanced equipment. Otherwise, she might not have mentioned the Mi-24 at all, as it was only for show for a small team like Joga's.
After wandering in awe through the massive hangar for a long time, Joga resolved to sign up for flight training as soon as he returned—both helicopters and planes.
He planned to eventually fly these big toys, even if he didn't sell them, keeping them for his own use. The Mi-24 was too conspicuous, but the Mi-8 'Hip' was incredibly useful.
By repainting it, arranging proper paperwork, and setting up a plane rental company like Sairim, he could legitimately use it.
Joga's favorite were the two Super Tucanos. He could barely fly small aircraft, and every man wants to try a fighter jet. Unfortunately, such a pure combat aircraft would be too noticeable in Africa. Without proper channels and paperwork, even converting it into a trainer would attract unwanted attention.
Determined not to leave empty-handed, Joga took a seat in the cockpits of the Mi-24 and Super Tucano, savoring the allure of modern weapons before reluctantly exiting the aircraft.
Leaving the hangar and entering the most critical area of the base, Joga came across a heavy iron door adorned with a chilling biochemical weapon symbol.
Seeing Kaman rubbing his hands and grasping the door's wheel, Joga hurriedly waved and said, "Stop, stop, stop. What's inside is too dangerous.
F*CK, no wonder no one sympathizes with Colonel Karr worldwide. This guy was insane; he actually stored chemical weapons in his secret base. No wonder people are so interested in these bases—they must be after more than just money."