Battlefield Contractor

Krosov hesitated. He did not want to expose the address of the Russian intelligence team to outsiders. This was not in compliance with the rules. But now the situation is quite special, and the intelligence team has been out of contact for more than ten hours, which means that there may be various variables in it. Maybe the intelligence team is in trouble temporarily, maybe they have been attacked by the secret society. In any case, Krosov decided to try his luck at the alternate contact point.

So, he nodded in agreement.

Lin Rui turned to the other team members and said, "Sandro and Crazy Horse will follow me. The others stay, and the group leader Lincoln is responsible for your actions. It is best not to leave here until we come back."

Lincoln nodded, "I understand."

Lin Rui made a gesture to the other two players, "Let's go."

"Wait, you drive an armed pickup like this, your characteristics are too obvious. I helped you prepare a car with less obvious characteristics. It's behind." The black Cezanne whispered, "I'll drive, you hide Go to the back of the car."

Lin Rui, Krosov and others followed him to the back of the wooden house. Cezanne opened a tattered tarp, revealing an old car with a large piece of paint peeling off inside. However, this kind of car is in line with the characteristics of the city of Pelayari. There are not a few new cars on the bumpy urban roads. Driving this kind of broken car seems unobtrusive. On the contrary, their armed pickup trucks are too eye-catching. A little bit.

The open-air bazaar is set up by the roadside, and cars drive by in the dry season, raising yellow dust in the sky. The rainy season is here, and the yellow mud is muddy and pitted. The top layers of the canvas sheds of jagged iron sheets are layered and stretched, with no edge in sight, like an unmodified primitive mountain forest. Almost all the shops are street stalls. Most of the vendors sit on the floor. The stalls are unevenly arranged, irregular, crowded, dust, body odor, and high-decibel noise are mixed into a load that makes all non-indigenous people retreat.

This is a very popular market, selling the daily necessities of the locals and the fresh vegetables and fruits that farmers transported from the jungle as well as the food they processed. The prices are also popular, and they are all small profits that ordinary people can afford. Before the establishment of the Olumi Federation, due to the warlords’ years of war and lack of a formal business system, tens of thousands of people spontaneously exchanged various items here and developed into large open-air bazaars.

The bazaar is also one after another, crowded with people. There are four rows of shops on both sides of the narrow street. The two outermost rows are houses along the street. Some have open doors and windows to attract business, and some cover the doors, but customers will push in and out from time to time. The two rows on the inner side are simple stalls placed in the center of the street, usually selling coarse cloth, jeans and artificial leather shoes. Due to the hot weather, many people only wore a vest, and their naked and sweaty arms squeezed against each other in the narrow passage.

Under the scorching sun, the strong body odor and sweat mixed with the odor of inferior leather transpired into the air. There was still water on the muddy ground. Lin Rui and the others looked down at the road and jumped forward while looking for a dry corner. They watched the front, back, left, and right, trying to avoid putting on sweat.

"Be careful around." Lin Rui pressed the soft brimmed hat on his head very low, and watched the surroundings vigilantly. "Krosov, where is the alternate meeting place you mentioned?"

"Keep walking, in a tin house on the other side of the market," Krosov whispered. "There should be more obvious signs at the door."

"Is he talking there?" Crazy Horse whispered beside him.

Lin Rui followed his fingers and found that a simple TV antenna was erected on a tin house in the distance. The very simple one was a metal pole carrying several cans. The locals use this to receive TV programs, so although it is a bit obtrusive, it is actually quite common.

"Where is it?" Lin Rui asked in a low voice.

Krosov nodded, "It's there, but we'd better observe the surrounding situation and make sure it is safe before going in. I vaguely feel that the atmosphere in this place is not right."

Lin Rui nodded silently and made a gesture to Crazy Horse. Crazy Horse immediately turned around and walked away, and patrolled the nearby locations. After returning, he whispered, "There is nothing obvious suspicious, but it seems that the atmosphere is not right. I saw that there seemed to be a few people turning around there. Go. But I'm not sure if it is the eyeliner of the intelligence team or the secret agency."

Lin Rui thought for a while and said, "Let's go over and take a look."

"Just go straight ahead?" Sandro whispered.

"I will go with Krosov now, you and Crazy Horse are staring at the periphery." Lin Rui whispered. "If there is an ambush, be ready to answer us at any time."

"Okay." Sandro gritted his teeth. "Who makes me owe you."

Lin Rui winked at Krosov, and the two walked side by side to the tin house there. This kind of iron roof shacks are very common here, and they are usually considered high-end shops. For business people, there is at least a fixed stall, not a stall everywhere. There seemed to be a black man inside, guarding a cracked glass counter. There are a mess of small commodities.

"I'll buy some cigarettes." Krosov lowered his head at the counter.

"How many?" the black man asked. Because in the local area, many cigarettes are sold separately.

Krosov thought for a while, stretched out his hand and said, "Twenty." But his stretched out hand was more than a three.

This was originally a very weird request, because twenty cigarettes are exactly one pack, and most people usually say to buy a pack of cigarettes instead of 20 cigarettes. This is like when ordinary people go to the street to buy vegetables and sell things by catty, they usually say they buy a catty instead of twelve taels. However, the black man seemed to have not seen the problem at all, and seriously took apart a whole box of cigarettes, bowed his head and counted. Then he handed the opened pack of cigarettes to Krosov.

Lin Rui knew that this must be some kind of code from them, but he didn't know if it had any fixed meaning.

At this moment, Lin Rui sniffed suddenly and his eyes moved. When the black man unpacked the cigarette box just now, Lin Rui saw his finger, because he was a black man and his skin was too dark, Lin Rui didn't notice anything. But now, Lin Rui was almost certain that the black man had blood on his fingers.

The blood was still hidden in the crevices of his nails because of the hastily handling, so Lin Rui only smelled the faint smell of blood when he inadvertently.

Lin Rui suddenly felt a great threat.

(End of this chapter)