Battlefield Contractor

After hearing Lin Rui's words, Crazy Horse could only nod his head. After all, Black Island Military Company had taken a streamlined high-end route before, although a large number of mercenaries were added in the later period. But now they have contracted most of the outsourcing tasks of this anti-terrorism operation in Africa, and they have allocated a large amount of manpower in training, security and logistics.

The manpower currently used for special operations is indeed stretched. In addition to the O2 team, only the Gurkha team can be used.

After the vehicle drove for a while, Sausage began to warn, "We have entered the control area of ​​the local tribal armed forces. There should be a checkpoint in front of it. We better deal with it carefully."

"It's just a local armed checkpoint. What can it do to us? Big deal, I rushed over with the gas pedal." Sergey shook his head.

"Don't cause trouble. If you can pass smoothly, don't rush through. We are still wearing peacekeepers' clothing. The vehicles have the logo of the United Nations Food Program. The general tribal armed forces will let them pass when they see such vehicles." Lin Rui Calmly said.

"But what if they don't let it go?" Crazy Horse asked.

"If they don't let it go, then it means they have a problem. It is very likely that they have been bought by the secret agency. That's why they will be watchdogs on the periphery. If this is the case, we don't have to be polite. I will listen later. My command line matters, don't hesitate when you should do it." Lin Rui slowly sorted out the weapons in his hand, filling every magazine with bullets.

Sure enough, after the vehicle drove for more than ten minutes, they encountered a checkpoint where a few black militiamen blocked their way.

"Who are you and where are you going?" asked one of the black militiamen, wearing a red T-shirt and a pair of sneakers, holding up a gun.

"The peacekeeping infantry battalion is ordered to perform the peacekeeping mission." Crazy Horse leaned out half of its body and knocked on the sign on the car door.

"Speaking French, what is on the car?" the black militia said loudly, "we need to check."

"Don't you understand what I said?" Crazy Horse frowned. "The operation of the peacekeeping infantry battalion is approved by the governments of various countries and authorized by the United Nations. You have no right to search."

"You have obtained the government’s consent, but not ours. This is a private territory. Now you have to accept our inspection if you want to pass by us. We have the right to inspect all vehicles passing through here, and even have the right to seize and Confiscate any supplies you transported." The black militia arrogantly held up the gun.

"It's better not to be like this. We are just peacekeeping forces, responsible for maintaining order and humanitarian assistance. We can't control what you are doing here. But if you continue to threaten us, according to the three principles of Hammarskjöld of the peacekeeping force. Third, we will have the right to use force in self-defense." Crazy Horse looked at them coldly.

The black militia was stunned. He didn't expect that the blue helmets of these peacekeeping forces would dare to refute. I couldn't help but turn my head and look, the companion next to me turned around and shouted a little bit irritated, "Get all of them out of the car, otherwise I will shoot."

Lin Rui beckoned to him, "Come here, I have some documents here to prove our identity."

"Damn, I've already said that government documents are useless with us. We don't care at all, the various messy permits or passes issued by the government forces. You better get to know each other and open the back Let us check the door of the car." The black man in the red vest, because Lin Rui and others had compromised, walked to the car triumphantly.

It was just that he had just walked to the side of the car door when he was hit by the car door that was pushed open suddenly, facing upward. Lin Rui got out of the car and kicked the ak47 in the hands of the black man. The black man in the red vest was hit hard by the car door that Lin Rui suddenly pushed open, his mouth and nose were full of blood, since he had been knocked out on the spot.

Crazy Horse also jumped out of the driver's seat, raised the light machine gun in his hand and walked over and shouted, "It's the **** stand for me, don't move!"

Those black militiamen originally only wanted to get some benefits from the car. After all, there are often food aids in the vehicles of this type of United Nations Food Program. Under normal circumstances, peacekeepers who pass these checkpoints will also throw them a few cans or boxes of cigarettes, which is considered a kind of harmlessness. Bribery in disguise.

These black militiamen are also used to eating and taking cards. To them, inspecting the vehicles of the United Nations Food Program is like a kind of welfare. Unexpectedly, this time I encountered hard stubble. The people in the car were not like the peaceful peacekeepers before. They were all horrible thugs.

Being confronted by so many guns, a few black militiamen immediately threw down the weapons in their hands, and they didn't even have the courage to confront each other.

Scarface, this guy is already fierce and vicious, and with the hideous scar on his face, he looks like a peacekeeping soldier, and he is even more vicious than the murderous bandit. He didn't say much, and directly drew out a jungle machete. Stepped forward, waving a knife to make these black militiamen kneel down.

Those black militiamen were frightened by this person's ferocity, they could only bow their heads, kneeling one by one by the roadside.

"Ask them, have you seen a container truck like ours passing by recently?" Lin Rui motioned.

Scarface scratched the machete in his hand, and roared in French and asked these black militiamen. When he played ruthlessly, he was more bandit than bandit. A black militiaman hesitated for a moment, was rushed up by him, kicked to the ground, picked up the machete in his hand, and hit the head and face with the back of the knife. The black militia who was hit rolled all over the floor, begging for mercy.

As for the other black militiamen nearby, even their faces were a little frightened, and they all said what they knew.

Lin Rui had limited knowledge of French, so he turned his head and asked Crazy Horse, "What did they say?"

"They said that there was also a container truck before, but instead of stopping for inspection, they rushed over. They crashed their crossbar and injured a person. That's why they were so unfriendly just now. I just want to show us a little bit of color, and by the way, help our companions to exhale." Crazy Horse whispered.

Lin Rui's expression moved, "Let's go over and take a look." He and Crazy Horse walked to the side of this simple checkpoint. Because it was a checkpoint set up by tribal armed forces, the facilities were relatively simple. There were two small guard boxes on the roadside and a horizontal pole was erected in the middle of the road. It was originally used to block vehicles, but it has now been crashed.

Lin Rui walked over and checked. It looked like shattered car light fragments and paint traces scratched on the cross arm, frowning slightly. "The position of the car lights, which can touch the height of the crossbar, indicates that it must be a large vehicle. The paint on this is not like the paint on the car body. It seems to be the outer paint of the container."

Crazy Horse looked at the color and frowned slightly, "Is it a white container?"