Battlefield Contractor

"Go, let's go over there." Lin Rui whispered, "Tell the brothers, pay attention to concealment."

Sergey nodded and notified the other team members by radio that they were not much different from these terrorists in appearance. Although most of these terrorists are black, many of the terrorists in Africa come from all over the world, and different skin colors are not absolutely different.

The main thing is weapons, but Lin Rui and others are holding a Famas rifle, standard French equipment. But this is not a big problem. This area was originally a government army area. It was only occupied by terrorists in recent days. The government forces have a certain amount of French equipment, so it is not surprising that some terrorists have seized equipment.

A few minutes later, other O2 players also quickly arrived in this area.

"Boss, what does this mean?" Crazy Horse whispered.

"Line up, walk over together, relax. Crazy Horse, can you speak the local language?" Lin Rui asked in a low voice.

"I know a little French, but I can understand the local Bambara, but I can't speak it." Crazy Horse whispered.

Lin Rui nodded and said, "Well, you go ahead, be careful about the surroundings, and try not to attract attention."

"These guys are shrewd, and I'm not sure I can get there." Crazy Horse whispered.

"I have an idea." Lin Rui whispered. "See the two people at the entrance?"

"I see." Crazy Horse nodded, "What are you going to do?"

"Give me your compound bow. I will use this thing to shoot through this guy's thigh or arm, where it is not fatal anyway." Lin Rui whispered. "Then you will go out again and save this guy. Take him in with him. That person is the guard, and other people know him, we can go in with him, understand?"

Crazy Horse nodded, "Understood, you think we need a familiar face to get in."

Lin Rui made a gesture to him, then led the team out, and a group of them walked over carelessly. At first the terrorists didn't care. When they waited for the entrance of the underground facility in their walkway, one of the tall and thin black men reached out and stopped them. "Stop, this is an air defense facility. You can't enter without air raids. Which team are you from?"

"We are a patrol team. There was gunshots over there just now, so we rushed over to look around." Crazy Horse said casually, "Are there any suspicious people nearby?"

"What suspicious person, is it a government army?" the terrorist frowned.

"I don't know, it shouldn't be a large-scale government army, maybe just a few stragglers who have not had time to withdraw." Crazy Horse shook his head, "Are you sure no one has been here?"

"No." The black man had just finished speaking, and suddenly an arrow hit the black man's arm with a "poof". Crazy Horse immediately threw himself down and waved to the players behind him, "Get the enemy, get the enemy. In that direction!" The O2 players behind him immediately dispersed their formations, symbolically opening towards the direction of Lin Rui's shooting. Several shots were fired, and then several people rushed over.

The guard of another terrorist also wanted to rush out, but Crazy Horse pressed him behind the bunker and said sharply, "Pay attention to concealment. Your task is to keep here! Stupid, they may just want to lead you out, you do. Leave without permission?"

"This..." The terrorist hesitated, Crazy Horse whispered, "Let my people, you continue to stay here. Hurry up, help me hold him, I will help him deal with the wound." A dagger came out, and then quickly cut the arrows. He whispered, "Endure a little pain. There should be barbs on this arrow. Come and help me hold him. I will take the arrow out with a knife, hoping that it doesn't hurt his blood vessels."

The terrorist quickly stretched out his hand to hold down the injured companion, Crazy Horse cut open the wound with a knife, and took out the **** arrow from it. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Lin Rui followed a few other players back. He handed the compound bow to Crazy Horse, "It's just a lagging government army, not even the gun. It has been killed by us."

Crazy Horse nodded, turned to stand, and shouted to the terrorist, "Help the wounded up."

The terrorist was deterred by his aura and quickly helped his injured companion up.

"How did you do it? I don't know if there is an enemy nearby, and I almost got killed. Is there anyone standing guard like this? Stand up for me." Crazy Horse sternly said.

The two terrorists couldn't figure out the situation and had to stand at attention. Crazy Horse looked at them and said, "Who is responsible for you here?"

"Our chief is Naim, and he is in charge of this." The wounded terrorist said with some difficulty, holding his arm.

"Naim? Take us over to see him." Crazy Horse frowned.

"Yes, sir, but we can't leave without authorization." Another black terrorist was somewhat embarrassed.

"I sent two people over to guard. You take us in and come back again. Let's go, just a little injury. You are jihadist soldiers, not those **** government troops. Stand up for me." Crazy Horse is still reprimanding Sergey and Sausage, "Go over there, guard the entrance, and stay alert."

Sergey was itching with anger, knowing that Crazy Horse was deliberately fixing him, but seeing Lin Rui's eyes, he could only stand at the door cooperatively, acting as a guard on duty.

Lin Rui and others followed the two terrorists down the underground parking lot and discovered that there were not many people in this underground parking station. The entire parking lot is divided into several areas, and several rows of bunkers are built with sandbags below. Several terrorists were sitting there sorting weapons and ammunition, and some were chatting there.

The person in charge, Naeim, is a strong black man. After the two guards talked about the situation, he looked at Crazy Horse and frowned, "Guardians? Why have I never seen you?"

"It was only transferred today in order to cope with today's government counterattack." Crazy Horse shook his head and said, "We need to rest in your place. Because this place has important targets that we need to protect."

"Understood, you are members of the secret society." This Naeim is the little leader of the terrorists. He nodded and said, "Yes, you can stay here. But don't get in the way of our business. We have to bear the burden here. Some vehicles are under heavy cover pressure. In the event of an air strike, we have to hide the nearby combat vehicles."

"Understandable." Crazy Horse nodded.

"In addition, I have to confirm your identities." Naim said suddenly. "If you are from the secret society, you should know today's password."

Lin Rui heard the word password behind, and immediately knew it was not good. In order to avoid the infiltration of government forces' counter-terrorism forces, these terrorists usually use a verbal signal to identify the enemy and ourselves. Usually it is a set of words or a set of numbers, and the two parties can correspond to each other to confirm the identity.