Battlefield Contract Worker

?Located in the heart of Kaicheng District, it consists of thousands of individual shops scattered in dozens of small streets, many of which date back centuries. The streets of the market are narrow and intricate like a labyrinth. The streets are crowded with small shops, mainly selling gold and silver jewelry, copper plates, stone carvings, leather goods, fabrics, antiques, and other traditional Egyptian handicrafts.

There are no broad streets, many are under noble stone vaults. The market is a shady place under the sun with hundreds of stalls. But it is clear that there are many fewer businesses here, and the war has displaced many people.

There are not many businesses, but there are many customers, because there are always only a few people who have the ability to escape the war. Lin Rui walked among the crowd, his eyes were very keen. It was easy to find a shop, as there were several armed militants hanging around the door and nearby.

On the surface, it looks like a shop dealing in copper utensils, but it is definitely not that simple inside. Lin Rui lowered his head and walked in, but was quickly stopped. A man with a beard stopped him and asked him something in a low voice.

Lin Rui frowned and said in his slightly lame English, "Can you speak English?"

The big man frowned and looked at him, and shouted into the store.

A middle-aged man came out. He looked at Lin Rui and communicated with him in English, "What do you need?"

"Equipment." Lin Rui patted the gun on his body.

The middle-aged man frowned and looked at Lin Rui, motioning the man beside him to put away his gun, "Chinese or Japanese?"

"Chinese." Lin Rui nodded.

The middle-aged man's expression softened a little, and he tilted his head at Lin Rui, motioning for Lin Rui to follow him inside. Lin Rui nodded and followed him in. In the height of a khaki building in the distance, Yelena frowned and put away her gun. Lin Rui had already stepped out of her line of sight, which made her a little uneasy.

Immediately after Lin Rui entered, a strong man took the gun from his hand and pulled the dagger fixed on his leg. Lin Rui calmly cooperated with his actions before being taken to the inner room.

The room was more like a warehouse, with a strong smell of maintenance grease. The shelves on both sides are full of guns and various ammunition.

"What do you need?" The middle-aged man looked at Lin Rui and asked.

"Communication equipment, satellite phone." Lin Rui said slowly.

The middle-aged man frowned and said indifferently, "I only have guns and weapons here. Our firearms are very good. We have Chinese AKs, which are more reliable and cheaper than those in your hand. We also have RPG rocket launchers, but the price is more expensive. "

"This is called a Type 56 submachine gun in China. And your gun is not made in China, it should be an AK imitation from other countries. The Type 56 receiver made in China should be a stamping process, and this is a milling receiver, so the weight ratio Big ones made in China." Lin Rui skillfully fiddled with the gun that the middle-aged man handed him, and then returned it to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man was a little helpless, "So, what else do you need?"

"I want a satellite phone." Lin Rui said calmly.

"You wouldn't be from the government army, would you?" The middle-aged man looked at him suspiciously.

Lin Rui smiled, "Do you think I look like a Syrian?"

The middle-aged man looked at him up and down, and then whispered, "If that's the case, I have something that you might be interested in."

Lin Rui nodded. The middle-aged man pulled out a box, took out a few things from it, and placed them in front of Lin Rui.

"What is this?" Lin Rui frowned and pointed at a heavy mobile phone, which seemed to have bloodstains that had not been wiped clean.

"An Iridium phone with satellite network function. This is an authentic American product." The middle-aged man looked at Lin Rui and said, "If you really need it, maybe this is your best choice."

"Can it still be used?" Lin Rui frowned.

"No problem. We bought it from a few Westerners." The middle-aged man said slowly, "If you want, you can take it for $20,000."

"This thing actually sells for $20,000?" Lin Rui said with a wry smile.

"Hey, it's American. I know it's cheaper from China, but it's not available. And it's in short supply right now due to broken communications, who's to say when the **** communications will be back? Who can guarantee that after a few days of recovery, it will not be interrupted again? But with this thing, you can talk to your relatives and friends far away abroad. Twenty thousand dollars is worth the money." The middle-aged man looked at Lin sharp road.

Lin Rui frowned, "Can I try it?"

"No." The middle-aged man shook his head.

"But if I can't try it, how do I know that this thing will work?" Lin Rui pretended to be puzzled.

"It's the rule. I can't try anything here. You see I even have an rpg bazooka here, if it's allowed to try it, won't I be bombed here? So nothing I have here can't be tried. , the rules are the rules and must not be changed." The middle-aged man shook his head.

Lin Rui smiled, "Alright, then I'll take it outside to try it out."

"I think you didn't understand, you have to pay if you take it." The middle-aged man said with a sullen face, "I don't care who you are."

"It's a pity that I don't have any money, and I don't want to give it." Lin Rui looked at the middle-aged man and said calmly, "Because my money is soaked in blood. In addition to other people's, there is also my own. I am I won't give my hard-earned money to extremists who kill innocent people. Of course, you can also understand it as robbery."

The middle-aged man's expression changed and he was about to shout, but Lin Rui raised his hand and slapped his throat. There was a crisp sound, and the middle-aged man's eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe it, but his head dropped slowly. The body slumped.

Lin Rui put away the phone~www.wuxiaspot.com~ by the way, took two Uzi submachine guns from the shelf next to them, filled the magazines and walked out.

The armed men at the door saw Lin Rui come out, but they didn't see the middle-aged boss, and immediately knew it was bad. But as soon as he raised the gun, the Uzi submachine gun in Lin Rui's hand was already firing. The short submachine gun spewed flames that exceeded the length of the gun body.

The militants were knocked down on the spot, and Lin Rui immediately lowered his head and retrieved his gun and dagger. Hearing the sudden sound of gunfire, there was a commotion outside the store, and the armed men who were wandering around were alarmed and immediately gathered in Lin Rui's direction.

At this time, the sound of sniper rifles came from the earth wall of the building in the distance. A militant who tried to surround the store was shot in the head and blood splattered on the spot. Yelena squatted high and made a gesture to Fan Jiannan.

Fan Jiannan nodded and strode out from the door of the shop, but the Uzi submachine gun in his hand shot to the right without hesitation. Two militants who had just stuck their heads out from the fruit selling stall were shot and killed on the spot. Blood and fruit juice were dripping together, and they couldn't tell what was what.

Without turning his head, Lin Rui strode into the nearest alley.

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